Chapter 1787: Finally Caught You

Chapter 1787: Finally Caught You

“It must be Anderson. He's controlling the smart devices in the house

and seeking help from the outside," Luther said, his expression growing

more nervous. He was almost restless, wishing he could abandon the

car and fly over.

"Mr. Warner, something's not right. Look, there are flashing red lights,

like fire department signals,” Darrin said. As the car sped closer to the

Warner residence, the sound of the fire alarm became faintly audible.

Luther quickly rolled down the car window, and sure enough, the sharp

siren grew clearer.

"Anderson must have triggered the fire alarm system. The fire

department is coming. Hopefully, they can buy us some more time," he

impatiently tapped the edge of the car window. He couldn't wait for

even a second.

"We're almost there! Please hold on!" Darrin reassured, though he

himself was quite anxious.

He felt responsible for this. Initially, the marshal wanted him to stay at

the house, but he insisted on accompanying the marshal, turning the

Warner family into an unmanned place. It was his recklessness that

created an opening, giving the enemy an opportunity.

If something happened to Anderson, he would be held accountable.

As Darrin raced back to the Warner family, the scene before them

made their hearts skip a beat.

The long avenue was blocked by numerous black SUVs, clearly

belonging to OGW. The fire truck couldn't enter; it could only stop

outside the iron gate.

The doors of the fire truck were all open, indicating that the firefighters

had already entered.

Luther's car couldn't enter either.

They had to leave the car outside. Luther, Darrin, and three other

special forces soldiers ran toward the direction of the Warner

residence.

While running, Darrin asked, "Mr. Warner, we are outnumbered. We

don't know how many people they have. It's too dangerous to rush in

like this. Shouldn't I go and assess the situation first?"

Luther vetoed, "No, I must personally rescue Anderson.”

He took out his handgun from his waist and remained on high alert.

"Okay, Mr. Warner, be extra careful," Darrin nodded at the other three

special forces soldiers.

They all took out their advanced Glock pistols, equipped with high-

capacity magazines capable of holding 17 rounds. These three soldiers

were the elite of the elites selected by Darrin. Compared to OGW, they

had no problem facing ten opponents at once. Plus, Darrin himself had

extensive combat experience.

Just as they were about to reach the front entrance of the main house,

there were sudden loud bangs from inside. In the dark night, the abrupt

sound had absolute penetrating power, sending shivers down their

spines.

The house seemed to tremble.

Luther's heart sank completely.

"Not good, it's a precision explosive device,” he recognized it

immediately since he had studied explosives.

Darrin could also tell. After the precise positioning, this type of

explosive device had tremendous power. Although it didn't harm the

surroundings, the damage it caused to the targeted area was terrifying.

What were they doing inside that required the use of explosives?

Darrin became even more nervous.

He kicked open the front door and saw Mr. Arnold lying motionless on

the ground. He couldn't tell whether Mr. Arnold was still alive, but he

didn't have time to worry about it.

Inside the living room, the firefighters were strewn about, most of them

subdued, groaning on the ground. However, OGW didn't intend to kill

them.

Water covered the floor, and sprinklers on the ceiling were still dripping

water.

The scene was a mess and unbearable to look at.

Luther, Darrin, and the three special forces soldiers remained on high

alert as they approached step by step.

As they kicked open the door, the black-clad figures in the living room

began to attack them.

Bullets flew mercilessly.

Darrin dodged to the side, while Luther hid behind a pillar.

Then, they seized the opportunity and eliminated several of the black-

clad figures on the spot.

Luther moved forward, concealing himself in the tea room. The living

room was in disarray, with debris and broken glass scattered

everywhere from the explosions. At the far end of the living room, the

main point of the explosion was faintly visible.

It was the bathroom.

Also, the explosion-proof and earthquake-resistant safe room of the

Warner residence.

In front of the bathroom door, the ground was already blasted beyond

recognition. There were several large holes in the ceiling, with lime

continuously falling from above.

From a distance, they couldn't see if the bathroom had been blown

open.

Luther and Darrin glanced at each other, understanding the situation.

They both thought that Anderson must have hidden in the bathroom.

Anderson had indeed taken control of the entire house's fire alarm

system and lighting system, flashing signals to seek help anddelaying

the fire department's arrival.

Anderson was truly remarkable.

At this moment, a whistling sound came from outside, indicating that

the mercenaries Luther had dispatched had arrived.

Luther breathed a sigh of relief; at least they were not alone.

It was fortunate that Anderson hadn't been taken away from the Warner

residence yet. Otherwise, the enemy wouldn't be so ruthless and still

attempted explosions.

Due to his previous mistake, Darrin was a bit anxious. He wanted to

make up for his error and was about to rush forward to confirm if

Anderson was still in the safe room of the bathroom.

Suddenly, Luther grabbed hold of Darrin and pulled him behind himself,

pushing him to the ground. At the same time, he shouted, "Everyone,

get down!"

“There's a second explosion!" he yelled.

Before his words even finished, a thunderous roar erupted.

The sound was almost capable of piercing through the roof. The living

room was filled with dust, and debris and shattered glass flew into the

air.

The power of this explosion was even greater than before.

Luther remained on the ground, firmly holding down Darrin. He could

hear the faint sound of a fuse, allowing him to deduce that there would

be a second explosion.

Darrin’'s heart raced, grateful that Luther stopped him in time.

Otherwise, he would have been severely injured from facing the

explosion head-on.

Countless fragments fell upon them, covering their bodies and heads.

The air was filled with a foggy haze, making it impossible to open their

eyes and see ahead.

Finally, when the dust cleared slightly, Luther helped Darrin up.

But when they looked in the direction of the bathroom straight ahead...

They were both stunned.

Anderson was being held by a black-clad man, suspended in the air by

his neck, completely defenseless.

Anderson seemed to be unconscious, his head tilted, eyes closed. He

made no attempt to struggle, and apart from the thick layer of dust on

him, he appeared unharmed.

The black-clad man exuded an air of wickedness, exuberantly

confident. His long hair fluttered in the wind as he burst into laughter.

"After all the effort, I finally caught you."

Luther watched Anderson being captured, and his whole being

trembled, almost suffocating.

Could it be? The leader of OGW, Cloud?!