Chapter 86 Patricia Gets Swept Away by the Waves; Martin Goes Mad!
The Maybach raced along the bumpy road.
With dozens of black SUVs following behind, the scene resembled something from a television show.
Alan and Martin sat in the rear seats of the Maybach. Alan handed Martin a document and said,
"We found Madam's cellphone in an abandoned warehouse on the east side of the city. Through fingerprint analysis from the scene, we discovered that a man named Grant kidnapped Madam.”
Alan continued. “I also had people investigate Grant thoroughly. The file you have in your hand contains all of Grant's information."
Martin opened the document and scanned it thoroughly.
Grant, 35 years old, from Ivara City. At the age of 18, he was imprisoned for fighting. Two years later, he completed his sentence.
One year later, he broke into a residence and accidentally injured the occupant, leaving them paralyzed for life. He was imprisoned again, this time for three years.
Two years later, he was imprisoned for drug smuggling. This time, he received a ten-year sentence.
Due to his good behavior in prison, he received a reduction in sentence and was released. After his release, he became affiliated with the underworld under Sean.
During these years, he engaged in many illicit activities with Sean, including human trafficking and extortion.
Three days ago, he received another mission and hasn't returned home since then.
This morning, he robbed a silver van, and the last known location was Torres Freight Terminal.
If things go as expected, he must be planning to smuggle Madam out of Ivara City tonight.
After reading the document, Martin narrowed his dangerous eyes, a wave of determination evident in them. A hint of resentment appeared between his brows.
Alan speculated,
"Grant wants to smuggle out of Ivara City, likely with the madam. I heard that Grant followed Sean and trafficked many women abroad for prostitution. The police have been investigating him for a while but haven't found any evidence yet."
Upon hearing this, Martin's sword-like eyebrows furrowed, his thin lips tightened, and a layer of frost seemed to envelop him. The temperature inside the carriage dropped to freezing point.
"How much longer to the pier?" Martin’s voice was rigid and frightful.
Alan glanced at the distance map and replied.
"About ten minutes! I'm afraid of alerting the kidnappers, so I couldn't seal off the pier. We can only secretly follow the cargo ship and intercept it halfway."
"Speed up! Get there as quickly as possible!" Martin ordered.
Alan hesitated and said, "This is already the maximum speed! The road is too bumpy, and we can't drive any faster!"
Martin's face turned black, his fists clenched, and he suppressed the urge to kill, waiting patiently until they arrived at Torres Ferry Terminal.
Those short ten minutes felt like an eternity to Martin.
Finally, they reached their destination. The door of the black off-road vehicle opened, and a group of black-clad bodyguards lined up neatly in two rows, standing with their hands behind their backs, their faces cold and motionless.
Martin got out of the Maybach.
A black coat lazily draped over his shoulders, emanating a commanding presence and an exceptional noble temperament. His cold arrogance and dignity when he walked were almost irresistible.
Alan stood beside him and said.
"I've had someone investigate. There are ten cargo ships leaving today. Five have already left in the morning, so it's too late to catch up. Judging by the time Madam was kidnapped, she should not be on those five ships.”
Alan continued his report, going through all the gathered intel.
“Two hours ago, one ship headed to Country T, leaving four ships remaining. One of them is scheduled to depart in ten minutes. If Grant intends to sell Madam abroad, he will not wait until tomorrow. Therefore, Madam must be on one of these four ships or the one that departed two hours ago."
"Find her. Even if we have to turn this place upside down, find Patricia for me." Martin’ orders came out as a roar.
With Martin exuded an aura that looked down upon the world and walked quickly towards the ship.
The bodyguards followed closely behind with synchronized steps. This grand display immediately attracted countless gazes.
To save time, Alan divided the team into three groups, each searching one ship.
He and Martin led ten men to search one ship. As soon as they boarded the cargo ship, they were stopped.
"Who are you? Get off quickly. This is not a place you can just come and go as you please." One of the sailors obstructed.
Martin didn't waste words. He raised his palm, and immediately a bodyguard came forward and restrained the person blocking their way.
"What do you think you're doing? Do you dare to rob under broad daylight? Leave now, or you'll be in trouble when the maritime police arrive..." the sailor threatened.
Martin ignored him and went on with the search.
However, they searched every possible place on the entire ship, even the small boxes where people couldn't hide, and still found no trace of Patricia.
The ship's crew didn't dare to stop him as he approached menacingly and allowed him to search the ship upside down.
Heaven, where is she Martin thought.
Unable to find Patricia, Martin's anger escalated, and he casually grabbed a staff member, expressionless as he asked, "Did a man bring a woman to smuggle across the boarder today?"
The staff member was terrified.
Stuttering for a while, he barely regained his voice, "No, no! Smuggling is illegal, we wouldn't dare engage in illegal activities."
Martin didn't believe him, a chilly glint flickering in his sinister eyes.
"If you dare to deceive me, I'll chop you up and feed you to the sharks." His tone resembled his seriousness.
His eyes were crimson, like a devil emerging from hell. The staff member trembled in fear, nearly fainting. In a rush, they spilled everything they knew.
"I-I didn't deceive you! Our ship doesn't dare to carry smugglers, but you can go to ship number 1203 to find them. I've heard they often transport illegal immigrants. However, it's only hearsay, I can't be sure, and please don't mention that I told you this, I..."
Before they could finish speaking, Martin had already thrown them aside, and by the time they regained their senses, Martin had disappeared from their sight.
Alan quickly located cargo ship number 1203. Before he could join Martin, the phone in his pocket rang. It was one of the bodyguards calling, and he immediately answered the call.
"Is there any news?" Alan asked hurriedly.
"There's something unusual with cargo ship number 1203. When we arrived, we noticed them salvaging something from the sea. During the search, we discovered that some lifeboats were missing from the ship. It seems there are people still out there." The bodyguard reported.
Upon hearing his words, Alan's heart sank, a vague sense of foreboding creeping in.
"Boss and I will come over right away. You stay there and make sure no one leaves." Alan ordered.
After ending the call, Alan truthfully reported the situation to Martin.
Blood rushed to Martin's head in an instant. His heart uncontrollably tightened with pain, and his proud composure completely collapsed at this moment.
He disregarded his image and sprinted wildly towards cargo ship number 1203. Alan quickly followed suit.
When they arrived at cargo ship number 1203, salvage tools were still scattered on the deck and ladder.
Some lifeboats hanging from the ship were missing, indicating that there were people still missing from the salvage operation.
Martin found a middle-aged man with a captain's badge, his crimson eyes resembling an angered lion, full of cold fury. "I am asking you; did Grant bring a woman to smuggle today?"
The captain's scalp went numb with shock. In order to save his life, he instinctively denied, "No, no! I don't know anyone named Grant."
Martin's pupils contracted fiercely, a sinister smirk forming on his lips. Without wasting words, he ordered his subordinates, "Cut off his hands and throw him to the sharks."
The captain never expected Martin to be so ruthless. Terrified, his legs trembled, and he wet himself, a pungent smell of urine spreading in the air.
"This is illegal!" the captain said desperately.
Martin's smirk deepened, his expression becoming even more ruthless.
"Is that so? Then let's see who dares to capture, Martin Langley."
"...Martin, you're Martin?" the captain stuttered.
The captain looked at Martin in disbelief, unable to believe that the person standing before him at this moment was the infamous Martin, feared by all, ruthless in his methods, and determined to achieve his goals.
The ruthless Martin, his reputation was widespread though out even the underworld.
Martin is an unstoppable force in country Z. If you offend him, there really is no way out.
The captain dared not hide the truth. His legs weakened, and he knelt down on the ground, trembling as he said.
"Grant did bring a woman today to smuggle, claiming that he sold her to the largest red-light district in Japan."
"The red-light district?" Martin's thin lips tightened, as the three words squeezed out from between his teeth.
The captain nodded, "That's what he said!"
Martin narrowed his eyes, concealing his murderous intent, and asked, "And what about the woman?"
The captain's body trembled violently, resignedly saying.
"She... she jumped into the sea... She wanted to escape, but Grant stopped her halfway, and she jumped down from the railing of the ladder. We've been searching for an hour, but still haven't found her.”
The captain dared not hold anything back and explained the current concern.
“Although this place is not the deep sea, where she jumped off is several meters deep. Today, the waves are strong, so I'm afraid... she might have been carried away by the waves."
As his words fell, the air instantly turned into ice. A chilling satisfaction filled the atmosphere. The sea breeze blowing on the face seemed to carry a sharp knife, causing a stinging pain.
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