Chapter 88 Martin found Patricia.
Alan was surprised, "You've tracked down C?"
After all this time, they had no clue about C, and how they have tracked him down.
Luke nodded vigorously, then realized the other person couldn't see him, and said,
" It's definitely C, but strangely, he's been caught on camera. He's not in Country Z. According to the map, he should be on his way to Country T, but the route he's taking is unusual for a passenger ship."
"Where did he depart from? Where was he when you tracked him? Can you clearly locate his whereabouts?" Alan asked.
Luke honestly replied, "I tracked his information just two minutes ago, and when I traced him, he was in the Red Sea! He's still in the Red Sea."
Alan asked anxiously, " Can you determine his point of departure or destination?"
For some reason, he felt that something was suspicious about this. It seemed to be foreshadowing something. Otherwise, why would C, who had been hiding so well, suddenly expose his whereabouts?
He was still in the Red Sea. Although he suspected there was more to this, he couldn't figure it out at the moment.
Luke answered, "I can't find his point of departure! However, his signal hasn't disappeared yet, so I can keep tracking him."
After thinking for a moment, Alan decisively said, " I'll request a chopper from the boss for you. Follow the signal and let me know which ship he boards."
Luke hadn't expected him to go to such lengths and was excited at the prospect of finally meeting C.
"Great! I will definitely bring C back successfully."
After ending the call, Alan immediately made the request to Martin.
"Boss, Luke said he's tracing C's whereabouts, but C is currently in the Red Sea. I want to send a helicopter to intercept him from the air and locate C."
His words reminded Martin, "Dispatch all of the Langley Group's helicopters to search on the sea surface. In case Patricia is washed ashore on a nearby island or reef, we can find her in time as well."
"How about sending one helicopter to Luke? The rest..." Alan suggested, but before he could finish speaking, Martin firmly denied it.
"I only care about finding Patricia. I don't care about anything else." Hearing the boss speak like this, Alan couldn't say anything else and had to make arrangements for the helicopter rescue.
This search lasted for a day and a night. Martin waited from dawn to dusk, and then from dusk to dawn.
As time passed, the calm facade Martin had maintained began to crumble bit by bit.
His face was filled with exhaustion, his bloodshot eyes were red, his thin lips tightly pressed together, and his chest rose and fell violently, as if desperately trying to control the beast inside that was on the brink of madness.
The search and rescue team began to tire as the relentless search continued, with some people even collapsing from exhaustion.
Seeing everyone's exhausted appearance, Alan worried that there would be accidents and couldn't help but remind Martin,
"Boss, it has been a day and a night already. They are all tired. Let them rest for a while before continuing. They might get into trouble if they keep going."
A chilling shock glinted in Martin's crimson eyes.
"No stopping, continue the search. They are not allowed to rest until Patricia is found. We must find Patricia, even if it means draining the entire sea."
Alan knew that the boss had lost his sanity. If they couldn't find his wife, the boss might go mad. He didn't say anything else and handed him some takeout food.
"You haven't had anything to eat for over 24 hours. Have something to eat first. In case your wife is rescued, and you..."
"I won't eat!" Martin hardly hesitated.
Alan opened his mouth to say something, but in the end, he said nothing.
Just then, the search helicopter on the sea sent a video call.
"Lute, we saw a piece of torn cloth on a deserted island 100 kilometers offshore. Let the boss have a look, is it the Mrs.'s clothes?"
With that, the camera was directed at the torn cloth.
Alan turned on the speakerphone and Martin heard his words. He snatched the phone and immediately recognized that the torn cloth did belong to Patricia.
It must have been ripped off by something.
"It's hers. She should be there. Find her quickly. I'm going over!" After ending the call, Alan immediately dispatched a helicopter.
Martin couldn't wait and rushed over. Maybe he was too hasty because suddenly his head felt dizzy, and he momentarily lost his vision. His tall body swayed.
Alan quickly caught him, as he worriedly called out,
"Boss, you haven't eaten, drunk, or rested for a day and a night. Your body is already running on empty. How about taking a break in the cargo room? I'll go find Mrs."
“I have to go find her myself! Right now, she needs me more than ever!" Martin forcefully shook his head, trying to stay conscious. He pushed Alan away stubbornly and got on the helicopter.
Alan was worried about his health and afraid that if he didn't find anyone, he himself would get tired. He immediately caught up and got on the helicopter as well.
Soon, the helicopter located the deserted island where the torn cloth was found.
Before the helicopter had even stopped, Martin impatiently threw down the rope ladder and climbed down. He took the torn cloth from the pilot who found it, now even more convinced that it belonged to Patricia.
"Alan, send people over quickly. Even if we have to turn this island upside down, you must find Patricia for me." Martin’s words no longer resembled orders but sounded more like a plea.
Alan didn't dare to delay and immediately started arranging.
Within a short time, the search team was all transported by helicopter and began searching the island.
Martin didn't stand idle either and searched separately from everyone else. His trousers were getting in the way, so he tore open the pant legs.
Alan joined in the search as well.
Night fell. The sky gradually turned dark.
Martin turned on his phone's flashlight, searching and calling Patricia's name.
"Patricia... Patricia..."
Unfortunately, there was only dead silence in response to him.
He didn't give up and continued to search deeper into the forest, calling Patricia's name non-stop.
"Patricia..."
At this moment.
Patricia, who had fainted in the bushes, seemed to hear someone calling her name faintly. She struggled to open her eyes but found her eyelids as heavy as lead.
"Patricia, Patricia..."
The calling voice was getting closer. Was it Martin's voice? He had come to find her. She thought in her daze.
This realization made Patricia forcibly open her heavily weighted eyelids and shout with all her strength, "I'm here..."
Unfortunately, her voice was feeble, like that of a mosquito. Martin...
I can't hear anything.
"Patricia... Patricia... Can you hear my voice? Patricia... Where are you?"
Martin's voice was hoarse and choked, as if on the verge of tears.
Upon hearing his voice again, Patricia felt as if she had crossed over to another world. Tears uncontrollably streamed down her face as she crawled through the wild grass towards the source of the sound, desperately shouting.
"Martin, I'm here, I'm here..."
Vaguely, she seemed to see a flickering light ahead.
It was Martin, it had to be Martin.
As the light grew closer, Patricia didn't have time to rejoice before it suddenly began to recede, and Martin's voice also grew more distant.
No! The hope that had just ignited was once again engulfed in despair.
She couldn't die. Charles was still waiting for her to save him. She couldn't die, she had to survive.
Driven by a strong belief, Patricia instantly gained strength and shouted, "Martin, I'm here..."
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