Chapter 1614 Returning Safely

Chapter 1614 Returning Safely

In the vast Rohomes territorial waters, the sea water was colder at

night, freezing people shuddering.

Cloud was floating on the sea surface holding Athena. It was dark now,

fortunately they had an accurate GPS system on them. Because it was

dark and hard to find, the rescue ship he sent took five minutes longer

than expected to find them.

He first lifted Athena onto the rescue ship, then climbed aboard himself.

After ten minutes of soaking in seawater, blood loss and hypothermia,

Athena was a little confused.

Her originally rosy lips had lost all color. Strong hatred and anger swept

through her mind. She gripped Cloud tightly.

A difficult voice overflowed from her throat, "You must save me."

“Don't worry, you'll be fine." Cloud quickly wrapped her in a thick

blanket, then bandaged the bleeding wound on her shoulder.

Then he fed her some warm water.

As her body temperature recovered, Athena felt much better.

Exhausted, she leaned against Cloud's side and closed her eyes to

sleep.

Cloud gently put his arm around Athena's shoulders, his eyes flickering

darkly.

Athena had been in a coma for ten full years. Now that she had finally

woken up, he would never let anything happen to her. Otherwise, he

couldn't explain it to her dead mother.

Athena's mother, Charity Yoshikawa, had saved his life and was kind to

him. Before Charity died, she entrusted Athena to him to take care of.

For the rest of his life, he would go through fire and water for her

without hesitation.

He glanced at the wound on Athena's shoulder, the bleeding had

stopped.

The bullet had pierced through the scapula.

At such a long distance, both speedboats and helicopters were moving

targets.

The accuracy of the gunshot was astonishing.

He knew that the woman who had just fired was Joyce. He had

glimpsed her from afar last time. He couldn't see her face clearly,

although he had seen photos, but the real person gave him a very

different feeling.

Holding a gun, standing in the wind, with a heroic posture.

The sea wind was strong, the ships were running at full throttle, moving

very fast, heading straight for Rohomes port.

The sea breeze blew his long hair flying wildly at the moment, reckless

and flamboyant.

Interesting, next time I must meet properly with this legendary military

heiress of the Heath family.

On the other side.

Joyce and Dewey sent Otis’ body back to the military port. The

remaining support ships were responsible for salvaging the surviving

black-clothed men who had fallen into the sea.

After going ashore, Joyce and Dewey went to the headquarters of the

warlord to report the details of the capture.

Although Otis had died, the mission could not be considered a

complete success.

But Ralph was still very pleased. He patted Joyce lightly on the

shoulder, "Well done. Such an ending was also within expectations.

Originally, casualties were inevitable in crossfire. First protect yourself,

understand?"

"Um." Joyce nodded.

She did not say that Luther had taken unknown drugs and Otis had

only left her with an unintelligible hint before he died.

She planned to discuss this with Cecelia afterwards.

"Otis deserved to die and died at the hands of Rohomes terrorists. It

served him right. We have no room for criticism in this matter. I am very

satisfied.” Ralph showed satisfaction, “You haven't closed your eyes for

24 hours, you must be very tired. I heard that Andres is still in the

hospital with Luther? Hurry to the hospital to accompany them and get

some rest early."

"Okay. By the way, Dad." Joyce asked again, "What else do you need

me to do next?"

Ralph said, "Today the elders and I discussed. Tomorrow we will

officially announce Otis’ crimes. Although he is dead, his past crimes

must be made known to the world as a warning. In addition, the current

president Euan who was involved in it may resign. Pascaylia is

preparing to re-elect the president. We will be busy afterwards.”

"Don't worry, there are not too many things you need to worry about.

Dad plans to hand over military power to the newly elected president.

The burden on your shoulders will be much lighter in the future.”

Joyce nodded lightly after listening.

This was the best choice. Her father's decision was right. Previously,

military power had not been handed over for a long time because Euan

was not trusted. Indeed, her father's judgment was not wrong.

After going through ups and downs, everything finally returned to

peace.

After saying goodbye to Ralph, Joyce met Cecelia at the entrance of

the headquarters.

"Mom." She called gently.

Cecelia smiled, "Just be safe. I've heard about the matter. Since it

involved Rohomes, we won't get too involved. You did well. How's

Luther?"

Joyce replied, "He's awake, no major problems. I'm going to the

hospital now. Mom, I'm staying in the hospital with them tonight.”

Cecelia immediately said, "I'll go visit him with you.”

"No need." Joyce shook her head, "You guys have been tired for a few

days. Rest well today. His injury is fine, after observing for a while, he

can be discharged in a day or two."

Cecelia took Joyce's hands, "How about you, you're pregnant, how's

the baby? Just in the hospital, do a full checkup tomorrow too. I didn't

dare tell your dad about your pregnancy. Afraid he would worry too

much. "

“It's okay. He's very strong. No problem at all. I'm not that delicate.”

Joyce smiled and rubbed her lower abdomen. She had been taking

care to protect the child. She would never make the same mistake

again and lose Iris. The pain of losing Iris was still her greatest sorrow.

"Well, go ahead." Cecelia was full of kindness.

After leaving the warlord headquarters, Joyce drove to the hospital.

It was late, almost ten o'clock.

Entering the VIP ward.

Anderson was not asleep yet. He was in an unusually good mood. He

was the first to find Joyce coming in and happily shouted, "Mommy's

back!"

Luther was lying slanted on the sofa, closing his eyes for a moment's

rest.

In fact, he was already very tired. This afternoon when Joyce was not

here, his heart had been hanging. He just couldn't sleep.

After dusk, he had been roughly informed of the capture operation. His

heart settled down a little.

Just now leaning on the sofa, extremely tired, he fell asleep.

Hearing Anderson speak, she came back safely, he instantly opened

his eyes.

"Anderson, were you good, bored in the hospital?" Joyce asked with a

smile.

"Of course, how can I be bored with Dad always accompanying me?"

Anderson stood up from the sofa, trotted to Joyce and held out his

hands for a hug.

Joyce picked him up and sat down on the sofa.

Luther naturally put his arms around them.

He kissed Joyce's soft hair side, and said gently, "Just be safe.

Hungry? Haven't had a decent meal yet, right? It's in the thermos for

you."

Joyce shook her head, "Not hungry, I'll eat later. Unfortunately, Otis

died. Before he died, he said a sentence, East, 53. I still don't

understand what it means."