Chapter 270

The woman from the other end was silent for a moment, seemingly

shocked by Luther's aura, and then she hurriedly cut off.

The "beep-beep-beep” busy tone echoed in the empty air...

Luther's mind went blank.

The photo of Joyce tied up on the ground was carved into his mind and

he just could never get rid of it. She was lying on the floor, her body

curled up, her hands tied behind her back, her lips taped, her normally

crystal-clear eyes now shut tight lifelessly.

He remembered the unhealed wound on her back, which must be

hurting bad at the moment.

He clenched his fist tightly, veins popping on the back of his hand. He

could not tell whether it was heartache or just rage, but he just wanted

to crush the phone into pieces.

Karl stepped forward and gripped the phone in his hand, saying calmly,

“Let go and give me your phone. I'm going to install a real-time tracker

on your phone."

Luther snapped back to his senses, his hand loosened, and pain

crossed his eyes.

His voice was hoarse, "Well, can you trace where the call came from?"

“It shouldn't be a problem," Karl replied.

Karl could see the pain on his face and he understood what it must be

like — pain, torture, nervousness, everything.

After all, Joyce was his wife, and all he could do was try his best to get

Joyce back.

A young police officer suddenly shouted excitedly, "We found the

signal!"

Just after a while, however, he suddenly wondered, "No, the caller is in

Phoenix Mountain of City A? How is it possible, so far away? They

should not have the time to go that far?"

Luther and Karl were stunned at the same time. City A?

“It is possible that they have not yet delivered Joyce to Phoenix

Mountain, but they still made the call to warn us. Phoenix Mountain is

quite complex. Not to mention outsiders, even locals may not be able to

map it out. Of course, it's also possible that they were just trying to

deliberately steer us in the wrong direction.” Karl frowned deeply, his

face strained.

"Whether it's a trap or not, we can't just let it go.” Luther opened his thin

lips lightly, his eyes fixed at Karl, and he said in a deep voice, "Even if

we get just a ten-thousandth probability, we can not give up.”

Karl thought for a moment, picked up the phone, and dialed the traffic

control department.

After getting through, he immediately instructed, "Set up checkpoints at

each road in and out of Khebury but don't detain any vehicles. Just say

you are having a routine inspection. If there are any suspicious

vehicles, report immediately to me and start tracking them privately."

“Yes, we will try our best." The other side promised.

Karl hung up and turned to Luther, quite seriously, “Since they have

threatened you not to call the police, we can't act rashly, or Joyce will

be in danger.”

Luther nodded, his hands clasped hard to hide the trembling he

couldn't stop.

In fact, he was afraid. He had a hunch. Whether he called the police or

not, whether he paid the ransom or not, he was afraid it was all just an

excuse, and what they really wanted was Joyce's life right from the

beginning.

Grandma's death was no accident.

All those things they had run into were just closely related.

At that moment, Karl, who had been checking the database, suddenly

spoke up, "Got it! The owner of the number is Georgia, the missing

prison guard. She once used and abandoned this number, and it was

reactivated.”