NovelEnglishChapter 1507: With a swift gesture, Peyton directed the officers to step aside, fully aware that today was not about his role in the matter. A wrong move now could jeopardize his future, especially with Rhys watching.
Rhys, dressed in his usual black attire, stood motionlessly, his gaze cutting through the crowd like a sharp knife. The crowd instinctively avoided his cold stare, and even Simms, gripping the bomb detonator, froze, too scared to make a move or even breathe.
Surrounded by police, Simms realized escape was no longer an option, but he still clung to the hope of leveraging his position.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇt"Harlee, order everyone to back off and geta helicopter, or I'll blow everything up now!" he threatened.
Rhys disregarded the threat and moved toward Harlee, his frown deepening as he took in the sight of Skyla and Tiffany bound. His eyes darkened with intent to make things right.
"Patrick," he called out simply.
Before Simms could even comprehend his fate, he was tackled to the floor, the detonator swiftly removed from his hand.
As Patrick handed Simms over to the authorities, he rushed to release Skyla and Tiffany. He turned to Skyla and asked, "Mrs. Sanderson, are you alright? Are you hurt anywhere?" Patrick then turned to Tiffany, offering reassurance.
"Miss Wallace, don't worry. He will be held accountable for his actions." Stay tuned for more gloves.cöm Tiffany yanked the gag from her mouth and erupted into a harsh fit of coughs. Despite the sharp pain slicing through her throat, she grabbed Patrick's wrist and said, “Be cautious, we're... We're strapped with bombs... Cough, cough..." Skyla gave a soft shake of her head, urging Harlee and the others not to worry about her condition. Catching Harlee's gaze, Rhys halted abruptly, waiting for her cue. Chills spread across Harlee's hands, and a heavy weight settled in her chest. Though she trusted her sharpshooting skills, it did little to ease her anxiety.
Her eyes locked onto the frail figures of Skyla and Tiffany. Harlee advanced quickly, but Rhys intercepted her, gently clasping her hand to calm her.
Yet, Harlee's brows remained furrowed, unwilling to relax, as the persistent ticking sound reached her ears. Her eyelashes fluttered as she knelt before Skyla and Tiffany, whispering softly, "Don't worry. I'm here now. Everything will be okay!" Harlee didn't outright say that the bombs had already started their countdown, but how could Skyla and Tiffany not realize it with the bombs strapped to them? Both Skyla and Tiffany nodded in agreement.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmSkyla smiled at Harlee.
"I know that with you by my side, nothing will happen to me. So, go ahead and do what you must. I trust all your decisions." Tiffany added, "Harlee, my faith is with you too. Should things turn dire, I'm ready for heaven." Elsewhere, Peyton had summoned bomb disposal experts. Approaching with authority, he said, "Miss Sanderson, please step aside and let our specialists take over." Harlee shook her head gently.
"There's no need."
She carefully unfolded Skyla's and Tiffany's jackets to reveal the bombs. Observing the simple devices, a trace of coldness flashed through her eyes. "These are just basic timed explosives, and we still have five minutes. The experts can stand down."
As Harlee spoke, her eyes drifted to the bombs strapped around their waists. Three wires albrainbow colored. With the naked eye, it was impossible to tell which wire was the stop wire and which was the detonator.
Peyton stood stunned, his mind struggling to process what he was seeing. was the first the had ever laid eyes on a bomb like this. "Miss Sanderson, we really should-"
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