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Chapter 436
Chapter 436
Chapter 436 Tabatha, Come Here!
Why though?
Everything was clearly moving in a positive direction!
“Clap, clap…” Applause echoed through the empty mountains, piercing yet clear.
I looked towards the source of the sound, it wasn’t anyone else, it was Ezra, who had originally left with
the delivery team. He was standing not far away at that moment, the sound made by his distinctively
jointed hands was so piercing.
“Tabatha, thank you for killing him for me.” He smirked, his laughter devilishly charming, “All these
years, I’ve been thinking about how to kill this cop who’s been wasting my food. I didn’t expect you to
take the trouble off my hands.”
I furrowed my brows, staring at him blankly, not understanding what he was saying.
“Father!” A deep, roaring voice suddenly came, a voice that was long- lost yet familiar.
My breath hitched sharply as I turned around, only to see Stanley rushing over from outside the electric
fence, and a sorrowful Walter, his gaze fixed intently on Michael beside me, who had already stopped
breathing, panting heavily.
Seconds later, he looked at me, his gaze falling on the hand in which I held the curved knife. He
seemed as if struck by lightning, looking at me in disbelief, his voice hoarse with despair. “Tabatha…”
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In just a few seconds, I finally realized what Ezra’s words meant earlier.
Trap, everything was a trap, the game had been set up since I arrived at the border, just waiting for this
moment.
I hastily withdrew my hand, looking at Walter shaking his head. I wanted to tell him that it wasn’t as he
saw, but my hands were covered in Michael’s blood. Only I was here with Michael, from everyone’s
arrival, I was the only one by Michael’s side before, and there were Ezra’s words just now.
Seeing Michael, no, he should be called Elliott, who had already stopped breathing, Walter almost
didn’t care about the electric grid, desperately trying to break through it. Thankfully, Stanley desperately
stopped him.
Once touched, that electric grid would electrocute you to death.
Realizing all this, I looked at Ezra. He was looking at me, his thin lips indifferent, his dark eyes still cold,
but the color of his smugness was particularly glaring.
Meeting my gaze, he slightly curved his lips, carrying a hint of sarcasm, as if to say, see, all of you are
under my control.
Sorrow and anger made me desperately want to kill Ezra at that moment. I pulled out the curved knife
embedded in Elliott’s chest and charged at Ezra like a madman.
But before I could reach him, I was held back by Sebastian behind him. Seeing my anger, Ezra said,
“Let go!”
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“Sir!”
“Let her go!” Ezra spoke again.
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Sebastian let go of me, and I tightly gripped the curved knife in my
hand, stabbing at him without a moment’s hesitation. But in the end, I had overestimated myself.
Before the curved blade could touch him, I was stopped by him. He seized the hand I was holding the
knife with, and turned me around to encircle me in his arms, holding me tightly. He lowered his voice
and whispered in my car, “Tabatha, if you kill me, these people won’t survive.”
The people he referred to, of course, were Walter and his group.
I stiffened, staring at the man outside the electric fence whom I hadn’t seen for a long time. He was
silent, his eyes glowing red as he watched everything inside the fence.
Elliott had died, the father he had been searching for ten years had also died.
The despair he was feeling at that moment, I couldn’t describe. I knew how much Walter’s heart was
aching Suppressing the anger in his heart, he took a deep breath and looked at Ezra, asking, “What
exactly do you want to do?”
Ezra didn’t answer my question. Instead, he looked up at the man outside the electric grid and said with
a smirk, “Mr. Hinton has come a long way. We failed to welcome him properly. Why don’t we invite Mr.
Hinton in quickly?”
Hearing his words, Sebastian gestured to the people behind him, activated the electric grid, and let
Walter and his group in.
Walter walked over to Elliott, looking at the breathless corpse, his thin lips tightly pressed together. His
face was cold and sorrowful, yet not a single tear fell from start to finish. He just calmly squatted in front
of Elliott, slowly raising his hand to cover Elliott’s unblinking eyes,
closing them for him.
After calmly finishing everything, he slowly stood up, looked towards us, his gaze heavily falling on me.
After a long while, he finally spoke, his voice as low and restrained as ever, “Tabatha, come here.”