Chapter 544 Die Again
Timothy's team had already started filing out when he grabbed the remote. The room, once packed, now had just a few stragglers. Samuel shot Zachary a look, signaling him to distract Timothy so he could swipe the remote.
Guns and ammo are illegal here, and getting the raw materials is a nightmare, with tons of red tape. Even if Timothy could make them, he'd be limited in how many.
But who in their right mind would risk their life on whether this was real or not?
As soon as Samuel gave the signal, Timothy flashed him a cold, warning smile. "Mr. Anderson, I know what you're up to, but don't even think about it. I'm a bit jumpy, and if I get scared and hit this button by accident, the fallout would be catastrophic."
"You had Zachary call Winona to watch them suffer through a tearful goodbye. Just the two of them are so dull. How about I spice things up and make a call myself?" Samuel didn't seem the least bit nervous or scared; in fact, he looked a bit excited.
Timothy stayed silent.
Zachary frowned, "If you don't want to come home to a new urn, shut up."
Timothy had already scoped out all his hideouts in Dreamopolis, especially this apartment building. Both he and Samuel figured if Timothy had to bail, he'd use this place as a pit stop, so they had thoroughly checked the area.
This was the third floor, and self-built houses are generally taller than commercial buildings. Jumping from here, best case, you'd be crippled; worst case, you'd die.
He didn't want to drag Winona into this, nor did he want to pull Samuel into it, so he had to keep Timothy calm.
But given the current situation, this approach was clearly not working. He didn't want to involve Winona, nor did he want to drag Samuel into this.
Samuel looked nonchalant, "Not necessarily."
"She might just tell you to cremate me on the spot and scatter my ashes, so she doesn't have to find a place to throw them. Ashes are a special case; even throwing them in the river requires paperwork. If I die here today, just cremate me and bury me somewhere. Just give her the address, not too far, she doesn't like walking."
Zachary couldn't take it anymore, "Can you stop with your romantic nonsense and respect the bomb in this building?"
"Just leaving some last words before I die, Timothy can understand that, right?"
Zachary snapped, "If you really die, I'll turn your ashes into a necklace and make Julia wear it every day, so you can watch her eat, sleep, and date other men."
Samuel looked disgusted, "You're such a freak, no wonder Timothy likes playing with you."
Timothy's smile grew sweeter at that, "Mr. Anderson, I like what you're saying, but..."
His smile vanished abruptly as he pressed a button on the remote, causing several explosions outside that shook the entire building. "Did you forget that your lives are still in my hands? Nicholas, I don't want you to die, but if we die together, then it doesn't matter."
Timothy glanced at Samuel, "Mr. Anderson, hand your phone over to Nicholas."
Zachary's phone had been confiscated by Timothy when he was knocked out, and Timothy had no plans of giving it back before leaving Dreamopolis. Of course, if they didn't make it out, a dead man wouldn't need a phone anyway.
Samuel, clearly in a "misery loves company" mood, handed his phone to Zachary without hesitation.
Zachary gripped the phone, his face darkening. "Timothy, this is between you and the Bailey family. Don't drag innocent people into this. Let Samuel and his people go, and I'll stay to settle our score."
Timothy shook his head. "No way. Without Winona, this show isn't worth watching. I love seeing these tragic choices. I'll give you five seconds to decide: your friend or your lover. If you don't choose, I'll choose for you."
The tension in the room was thick enough to cut with a knife.
Outside, the sky was dark, and the air was heavy with the smell of gunpowder.
Zachary clenched the phone, his jaw tight, eyes blazing as he stared at Timothy. "Timothy!"
"Angry? That makes it even better. So, who will it be, Winona or Mr. Anderson?"
Zachary's pupils contracted and then dilated, like a cornered leopard, his body taut and ready to strike.
Five seconds passed in a flash. Just as Timothy was about to press the button, Zachary said, "I'll call Winona."
He had Samuel unlock the phone and quickly dialed a number. After a few rings, the call connected. Before the person on the other end could speak, he urgently said, "Winona, it's Zachary."
There was no response.
Fearing Timothy's suspicion, Zachary held the phone out so he could see the screen. "What do you want me to say to Winona?"
"Tell her to come here, alone, no one else," Timothy said, looking at the flashing police lights outside, feeling no fear, only excitement.
In a little while, when Winona arrived, he would press the button. One explosion, and it would all be over.
He wanted Winona to watch Zachary die in front of her again. This time, there would be no miracle.
Zachary swallowed hard, his lips pressed together. "You need to come here."
A sudden voice echoed in the room, but it didn't come from the phone Zachary was holding. It came from Timothy's phone.
It was Winona's voice.
The air froze instantly.
Zachary tensed, staring at him.
Timothy smiled, raising his phone, looking disappointed. "Nicholas, I knew you'd try to trick me, so I called her for you. Now, tell her to come, or I'll detonate the bomb. Even if she can't see it, hearing the explosion will be enough."
Before this call, Winona and Rebecca were standing in the hallway outside Anthony's law office, each holding a cup of coffee, leaning against the railing.
Not far away, the elevator dinged, but they paid no attention until Austin's voice rang out, "Zachary got himself caught again?"
He had turned on the TV today to find the news flooded with reports about the Ramsey Group's illegal fundraising and Zachary's disappearance.
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