Every hopeful moment is the result of a silly and naive past.
**
Pistol in hand, Eric moved forward step by step, carefully and quietly, looking around furtively. His sharp eyes would pick up any movement, anything out of place. His steps were light yet serious. Since most of their opponents had been drawn away by Brian and Molly, he didn't meet many people along the way. So he was able to get under the deck of the ship quickly from the port side.
Looking around, Eric's gaze finally fell on the exhaust window. With his eyes fixed on it, he thought for a short while. Then he placed his hands on the ladder to the deck as a support, springing to his feet and jumping onto the exhaust window.
As soon as he reached the entrance, his cellphone buzzed in his pocket. Frowning, he pressed a button on his Bluetooth headset to answer.
"Mr. Eric Long," a member of Shadow Organization, in charge of keeping watch around the perimeter of the amusement park, addressed Eric, "the young master has been found."
Eric stopped, then quickly got out of the exhaust window and rushed below decks. He wanted to confirm what he had just heard. "What did you say?"
"The little master has been found. They didn't take him away and we got him to safety," the person on the other end of the phone answered in an urgent tone. "He's giving his statement to the cops right now."
Hearing the good news, a joyful light appeared in Eric's eyes. He hung up the phone as soon as possible and called Brian right away.
Back to back, Brian and Molly were about to retreat belowdecks when Brian's phone rang. Giving Molly a sign to wait for a minute, he pressed the button to pick up, and Eric's voice came through his headset immediately.
"We probably need to take these guys out if we want to bail," Brian said in an indifferent yet solemn voice. "If I'm not wrong, we're completely surrounded."
After being silent for a moment, Eric said, "Then let's do a good deed on our way out." He didn't want to miss the chance to make fun of his cousin, "Brian, I think your men are slacking. You need to run them through some extra drills so they don't wet themselves in combat."
"Hmm," Brian answered in an indifferent tone. Then he added, "Let's wrap this up."
"Okay!" Eric hung up the phone. Then the three of them split into two groups, each group ruthlessly dispatching their foes.
*
Standing outside the interrogation room in the police station, Richie and Shirley both looked at Mark through the glass. A policeman asked Mark questions about what had happened at the scene, and Mark answered him fluently. He didn't have any difficulty in communicating with the foreign officer at all.
With a solemn expression on her face, Shirley felt great pity for her grandson. She said in an annoyed tone, "How could that kind of thing happen? How could it happen to Mark?"
After taking a look at her, Richie answered in an indifferent tone, "Random chance. We should feel lucky Mark was smart. Instead of walking into a bad situation, he escaped through the washroom. He saw people die, though. I don't want to even guess what that's going to do with him. The boy will need therapy, I think."
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