Chapter 776 Anxious
Antonio glanced at the photo in his phone, his lips barely moving as he said, "The kid's nickname will be Eden."
Sarah whispered the name to herself a couple of times, then smiled softly, "Yeah, it works for both a boy and a girl."
Back then, Sarah was pregnant, all alone in a foreign place, drifting from one spot to another like a leaf in the wind. But now, with Eden, she would protect her child from the hardships she had endured, ensuring he would never have to face the same relentless tempest.
After hanging up, Antonio pocketed his phone. He stared out the window, tapping his fingers lightly on the glass, his eyes deep and unreadable.
James knocked and walked in, spotting Antonio by the window. Tall and lean, Antonio had this intense vibe of authority even without saying a word.
James stopped a few steps away. "Mr. Valencia, we've blocked all the tunnel exits. Harold's got nowhere to run; it's just a matter of time before we catch him."
Antonio turned around, his high brow furrowed, eyes cold and piercing. He slowly unbuttoned his cufflinks, half-closing his eyes. "Get the car ready. I'm going to oversee this myself."
As long as Harold was out there, Antonio wouldn't get a good night's sleep.
An hour later, a black stretch Rolls-Royce pulled up in the middle of nowhere.
Antonio stepped out.
James brought over a camping chair, and Antonio sat down.
Even in the bleak, desolate surroundings, his presence was commanding, almost menacing.
"How's the search going?" Antonio asked.
"We've decided to go all out with manpower. It's slow and tough, but it won't fail. I've got over two hundred pros on this, more than enough to corner Harold," James replied.
The team was made up of mercenaries, retired special forces, and top-tier fighters; none of them were pushovers.
Even if Harold had tunnels all over Marshall City, they'd still catch him.
"How much longer?" Antonio asked.
"Three hours tops, and we'll have Harold trapped. Today, even if he sprouts wings, he won't escape the net we've set," James said.
Antonio closed his eyes, tapping his knuckles rhythmically on the armrest. He'd wait out these last three hours.
The night grew darker.
James had people gather dry wood and light a bonfire. The flames danced wildly in the night wind, like demons.
Three hours were almost up.
Antonio opened his eyes, his cold, eagle-like gaze fixed on the entrance.
Harold's end was near.
Inside the tunnel, Harold was half-lying on the ground. After a day of running, even his usual fitness couldn't counteract the toll of hunger and relentless stress. He was almost fifty and couldn't keep up like he used to.
Harold was swallowed by darkness, blending in, with only his eyes barely visible.
Peering out from a crack in the rocks, Harold let out a sinister laugh, which soon turned into a cough.
Antonio would never guess Harold was bold enough to hide just a wall away. To dodge the folks outside, Harold had messed up his leg. Dragging it for miles only made things worse. Now, his whole right leg was infected, and he had a raging fever. Lying on a dirt mound, he felt his chest heaved like a busted windmill, his breaths rough and raspy.
The damp dirt quickly soaked his back, making things even worse. But what really freaked him out was the sound of footsteps getting closer.
His last hiding spot was about to be found.
Harold was on the verge of passing out. Gritting his teeth, he used sheer willpower to prop himself up with a piece of wood, his face twisted in rage, his eyes full of venom.
"Antonio!" He growled, almost wishing he could kill him right then and there.
By now, Harold knew Antonio must have gotten his memory back a long time ago, just playing him, and even Sarah wasn't dead.
Dizzy and barely standing, Harold didn't dare stop and crawled into a small tunnel. At this point, he had no other options and could only take a gamble.
He had buried dozens of landmines in this tunnel. When the tunnel was being built, the designer asked if he wanted to include any weapons. On a whim, he chose landmines. What started as a dark joke ended up being used after all.
"Is this tunnel almost at the end? Why haven't we seen Harold yet?"
"Catching him comes with a hefty reward, at least a million dollars."
As the voices got closer, Harold didn't hesitate and limped into a small passage.
If he survived this, he would definitely make Antonio pay.
Outside the tunnel, Antonio watched the live feed on his laptop.
James explained, "Our people found a small piece of fabric at the end of the tunnel. After analysis, it was confirmed to be from Harold's clothes today."
The assistant drew a winding line on the screen, roughly outlining the tunnel's path.
Antonio looked at the curve, his eyes narrowing dangerously. After a moment, he sneered, his gaze shifting nonchalantly from the tablet to the nearby tunnel, showing no emotion. "He's desperate, seeking death."
Antonio had already used radar to detect that there were at least thirty landmines buried in the tunnel.
Harold was risking it all.
"Mr. Valencia." Just as James was about to speak, a sudden explosion echoed from a distance.
The noise immediately grabbed everyone's attention. Antonio adjusted his coat and stood up. "Check it out. Make sure he's really dead."
James shivered at Antonio's cold tone, not daring to speak, and hurriedly led the way.
Unfortunately, they didn't find Harold, just two severed legs and gruesome bloodstains.
Antonio, furious, kicked the wall, "So the tunnel exploded, Harold's crippled, but he still managed to escape?"
The search team leader didn't dare lift his head. The explosion had happened suddenly, injuring many of his men. In the narrow tunnel, everyone's first instinct was self-preservation.
They hadn't expected Harold to escape.
There must have been someone outside helping him!
The tunnel was a maze, and only Harold knew all the routes; he must have taken the most hidden, quickest path!
Antonio, breathing heavily, looked at the bloodstains on the ground. It was clear that after his legs were blown off, Harold had crawled away with his hands.
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