My billionaire husband spoils me too much novel Chapter 61

'She is not here?'

Patrick anxiously reached out his hand and ripped a big hole in the rusty wire net in front of him. He jumped and dived into the abandoned factory.

The abandoned factory was located in the outskirts of North of the A City. There was a forest in the east and a big river in the west.

It was about 11 o'clock in the evening, and it was dark in the surroundings. There were no streetlights, but a few stars and a full moon overhead. Because the place was near a big river, the air was rather cold and humid.

The factory covered an area of over a thousand square meters, with a large workshop set up with heavy, abandoned, and large machinery. The factory had three large warehouses, two quality control rooms, and an office. The surrounding walls, doors, and windows were crumbling and dirty.

Cecilia and the five gangsters were in the big workshop, but Patrick couldn't find Christina!

He strained his temper and walked lightly in the dark factory, searching every room...

Suddenly, there was a bloody smell coming to his nose. Patrick stopped in his tracks. He looked to a small room on the right in front of him.

Gripping the gun tightly in his hand, he pressed his body against the wall and approached at a brisk pace. The dilapidated mahogany door panel in front of him was unlocked, and he reached out with his left hand and gently pushed it open.

A faint moonlight fell through the window, he could see...

The next second, his eyes widened, and he immediately rushed in.

Inside this messy and dilapidated office, a pool of blood remained in the corner of the long wooden table, dark red blood running down the legs to the floor, the blood mixing with the dirt in a shocking way.

Patrick looked gloomy. He pursed his lips, raised his gun in his right hand, and called out impatiently, "Christina..."

However, he was startled as he noticed something unusual.

He couldn't shoot easily. He couldn't alert the gang to ensure her safety until he found Christina.

He wanted her to be safe and sound.

There were faint, painful, low breaths coming from the room.

Patrick walked vigilantly behind the desk. He was surprised as he saw Todd, who was unconscious and paralyzed...

'Todd is the mastermind of the kidnapping. Why is he unconscious?'

Patrick smelled the thick smell of blood. Unable to suppress his rage, he squatted down and dragged Todd up.

"Where is she?" Patrick wanted to shoot him.

Todd was violently pulled up by him. His mind was foggy, his face was pale and he kept panting roughly. Opening his eyes to look at Patrick in front of him, he was powerless to break free.

Patrick was extremely impatient. He pressed the wound on the back of Todd's head with his right hand and pressed his entire face on the table.

"Christina, where is she?"

The wound was pressed down by Patrick, and the pain made Todd gasp and tremble. "I don't know..."

"Mr. Hopkins, Miss Jones is at the big workshop..." And at that moment, the bodyguard who had infiltrated with Patrick immediately rushed in, his voice urgent, when he spotted Patrick on this side.

"Mr. Hopkins, we have to get out of here now. We found a lot of..."

"Patrick, I've prepared a batch of explosives for you!"

Before the bodyguard could finish speaking, Todd hysterically burst out laughing.

His teeth were bloodied, and he yelled in hatred, "Patrick, that's a gift for you!"

"... I can't deal with you, so I'm going to die with you today!"

When Patrick heard this, he was shocked.

With all his strength, Todd took out the remote control from his pocket. The red light flickered, and he pressed the button.

Patrick looked sullen and reached out his left hand to try to grab the remote control from Todd's hand. The bodyguards immediately rushed forward to help suppress him.

The remote controller fell between Todd's fingers. Todd lifted his foot and stomped on it.

There was a loud bang in a warehouse in the north!

It was too late.

Then there was a series of explosions. The sound of shock reverberated through the sky, and even the house began to crumble.

In a short while, the thick smoke rose from the sky, and the golden fire dragon flew up. On this dark night, it looked especially dazzling.

"Mr. Hopkins, we have to get out of here immediately. The house will collapse..." The bodyguard shouted anxiously at Patrick.

There were also two bodyguards running up ahead. "Mr. Hopkins, the bandits are under our control. Miss Jones has been taken out by us. Hurry up!"

Everyone looked at the wanton fire on the east side and panicked.

Charles and the others were ambushed outside. They had been waiting for the opportunity, but when they saw the sudden explosion and fire, they all looked at each other in horror.

Without thinking, Charles immediately sent people to shoot at the big iron lock in front of him. The lock broke, and the police behind him rushed in to rescue people.

This was originally an abandoned factory, and the waste materials were instantly ignited...

The tins and the surrounding windows kept exploding, scaring people.

The fire spread rapidly and the old walls rustled.

Charles's eyes widened as he watched the main pillar of the boulder slowly tilt in front of him. "Patrick, go! The house is going to collapse..."

"You two raise the wooden table, block the flames, and rush out of the door..."

"No! The fire at the front door is too strong to withstand!"

Everyone was in a panic as they were terribly dangerous.

The flames quickly engulfed them and spread all around them. The hot waves burned their cheeks and bodies, and the burning light was blinding.

"Get out the back door. Quick." someone screamed in horror.

"Mr. Hopkins, hurry up!"

The two bodyguards in front of them saw Patrick frowning and were still hesitating in this room, dragging him out by the arm in a hurry.

"You guys go first..."