His Real Wedded Bride

Chapter 1142 Retreat

Warren thought, 'If something bad happens to me and Mark doesn't connect the dots to the cabin, they

will retreat and it will be very difficult for them to find the children.

Moreover, we didn't hear any sound when we passed by the cabin just now. If the kids are really inside,

there are only two possibilities—they are either tied and gagged, or they are unconscious.

Neither of the possibilities is good.'

Warren quickly decided to change his strategy. He felt that he had to take a risk at this point, not for

anything else, but for the safety of the children.

"Duncan, where are you going?" Warren asked him, trying to divert his attention.

"Shut up. Stop talking!" Duncan yelled. He was wary of the whole situation and only wanted to get out

of here as soon as possible.

"I'm just trying to tell you that this direction is far from the road. If you trust me, I know a quicker path

which leads to the road," Warren said, pretending to be casual.

He made it sound like all he wanted was to get him out of here and retrieve his gun.

"Just follow me, and stop with your nonsense!" But Duncan was not influenced by Warren's words, and

insisted on following his own path.

Warren realized that his initial plan hadn't worked, so he switched his strategy. "Aw, be gentle. My wrist

hurts," Warren complained, feigning pain.

"I didn't touch your wrist! Stop with all these excuses. Just keep walking!" Duncan was starting to lose

his patience with Warren.

"No, look at my wrist. My hands are locked together, and the suitcase is to my far right, but you are

pulling me to the left. So I am hurt naturally from all the twisting and turning; my wrist is stuck!" Warren

cried out and bowed his head down, just to prove what he had said was true. "Could you let me shift to

a different side? Or carry the suitcase. There's fifty million inside this suitcase; it's too heavy!"

"Damn it! You really are a pain in the ass!" Duncan screamed, but after that, he looked down at

Warren's wrist.

Warren wasn't lying, his wrists were indeed uncomfortable and had become red and swollen. But as a

special force police, this kind of injury was trivial to him.

"Hurry up," Duncan said impatiently.

He let go of his grip on Warren's hands.

It was the chance Warren had been waiting for and he didn't lose a second. He immediately let go of

the suitcase and quickly turned around. He first pinned Duncan to the ground and then quickly tried to

grab the gun in his hand.

Duncan was an adult in his forties. Although his reaction time was not as good as that of Warren's, he

was still strong. And Warren's hands were tightly locked together. Even with his entire body pressed

down against Duncan, it still wasn't an easy job to get a hold of the gun.

The others rushed towards the struggling pair, but they were still far away from them.

The situation was getting out of control. Duncan had his finger on the trigger and he started firing away

fiercely. Warren couldn't get his hands on the gun anymore; all he could do was use his body strength

to keep Duncan down to ensure that the bullets wouldn't hit him.

Bang! Bang! The gunshots were so loud that Sheryl and Charles, who had not yet found the

underground garage, quickly ran towards the sound.

Duncan finally went completely out of control and fired shot after shot desperately. Fortunately, Warren

had chosen the correct posture to hold him down. Although many shots were fired, none of them hit

Warren.

"Aargh! Why are you doing this? Why?" Duncan shouted, shaking violently.

After the last bullet was fired, Duncan fully lost his head. He was like a beast who had gone berserk.

Warren didn't think that Duncan could have such strength; it was the last struggle of a desperate man.

The gun without bullets was of no use to him anymore. Duncan threw it aside and tried to get away

from Warren.

By this time, Mark and the other men had arrived.

Warren thought that it would finally be over.

He took a long sigh of relief. But at that moment of relief, Duncan took the chance to squeeze out of

Warren's control and quickly ran towards the cabin.

Warren sprang up from the ground and shouted to his teammates who were getting closer to him,

"Don't let him enter that cabin. The children are in there!

Shirley and Clark are in the cabin!"

Hearing his words, Mark quickly changed his direction and began to chase Duncan.

Mark saw that there was only one door in and out of the cabin, so his first reaction was to guard the

door. "I'll watch the door, you guys block him!"

Duncan didn't have the gun anymore. It was only a matter of time before they cought him. But they had

to ensure the safety of the children first.

Duncan did not pay attention to anyone's voice; he could not hear any voice. The only thing on his

mind was to get to the children. He could use them to bargain for his life.

After experiencing so many betrayal, he didn't want to put his trust on anyone else.

He knew that he could only rely on himself.

As the police started to close in on him, Duncan leaped into the cabin through a small hidden window

behind it.

As soon as he got in, Duncan locked the window and shouted at the men outside, "All of you, retreat

right now! Otherwise, I will kill these little children!"

"Duncan, if you kill them, you will be sentenced to death. There will be no escaping it. You should

consider your options calmly," Warren shouted.

"Shut up! I don't believe you anymore! Retreat! If you don't leave in the next five minutes, I will kill one

of these kids." Duncan was starting to become extremely vicious with paranoia.

"All right! We'll retreat!" Mark had no other choice but to comply.

Warren was reluctant. He gave a sharp look at Mark, asking for one last chance.

Mark refused at first, but when he looked at Warren's confident eyes, he nodded in agreement.

Duncan didn't have the gun. Even if he really wanted to kill the children, he wouldn't be able to do that

in less than a few seconds. But if Warren could break in through the window which Duncan had locked Contentt bel0ngs to N0ve/lDrâ/ma.O(r)g!

shut, he would only need about three to five seconds to enter the cabin and contain the criminal.

Mark knew that Warren was experienced and extremely skillful. So he felt that Warren's idea was

feasible and then informed the others to cooperate with him. They had the key to Warren's handcuff

and quickly unlocked it, setting him free.

"We will retreat now. Don't hurt the children. As long as you keep the children safe, we will negotiate

your demands," Mark shouted towards the cabin.

By the time Mark finished speaking, Warren had already done his warm-up. After a fast run-up, he

broke the window and entered the cabin.