My Dreamy Old Husband novel Chapter 593

Just as they were about to get to the main point, the chauffeur suddenly spoke up. “Boss, the route up ahead has been blocked off due to the heavy fog, so all outbound vehicles have to change course.”

Quinton’s hand was on Sophia’s safety shorts; he was about to pull them down, but he stiffened upon hearing the chauffeur’s words. Quinton got up a few moments later to put on his combat uniform and picked up his weapon—a large caliber submachine gun. He strapped on a variety of other weapons before he pulled a gas mask over his face.

Right then, Quinton dropped a coat on top of Sophia. He picked her up and helped her into it. “Get out of here through the nearest exit, and keep your guard up.”

She was completely limp like a doll as he held her. Fully dressed for battle with that weighty gas mask on his face, he was armed to the teeth as well. Quinton gazed at Sophia, the latter being near him. She had dressed up nicely, but her pretty face was a mess right now with visible tear streaks on it. He pulled his gas mask off and kissed her deeply. He wanted to hug her, but there was a cold submachine gun between them. Quinton couldn’t put down his gun, but he wanted to hug her as well.

Quinton gently placed Sophia onto the backseat and buckled her seatbelt. The whirring of helicopter blades could be heard above the car as he did so.

Quinton’s expression took an ugly turn, while Sophia’s eyebrows shot up into her hairline. Did someone come to rescue her?

A cold and emotionless male voice then blared from some speakers. “You have been surrounded, Quinton; resistance is futile. We’d advise you to put down your weapons, stop the car, and surrender.”

The voice seemed to come from above them; it was from the helicopter hovering up in the sky. Sophia was delighted since someone had actually come to save her. But then, she thought of something important—the Phantom Wolf had a bomb on him. If he detonated it, everyone in the vicinity would die for certain.

She could feel her own body shaking involuntarily, but she had no way of controlling it. It felt as though her body could not stop doing it.

It was evident that the people surrounding them also knew about the situation of the bomb, for they still hadn’t opened fire yet.

The Phantom Wolf’s car forged ahead. They got out of the nearest exit and made it to the highway, continuing to a village under the cover of the night.

They had already made their way out of Bayside City proper. All that surrounded them now were a few farming settlements and some fields. From what Sophia could see through the rearview mirror, the Phantom Wolf had many of his men and cars here.

They had captured many hostages from the village before leaving the settlement and heading to an open field outside of the city. A private airfield could be seen in the distance, while a private plane approached them.

Linus’s helicopter was a medium-sized passenger plane. It was a rare make, and its interior had been remodeled. Not only did it have a pool, but it also had a meeting room and other amenities as befitting of his status.

The car stopped at last. Quinton carried Sophia out of the car, tying the sex toys he had brought along to experiment with around Sophia’s waist. When they boarded the plane, he would finish what he had started.

It was freezing. Although Sophia was wrapped in a coat, her bare feet were on the verge of being frozen. She leaned herself against the Phantom Wolf’s shoulder, her arms dangling weakly downward. Occasionally, a hand would brush against the cold and firm surface of his bullet vest.

When they got out of the car, she could hear the sound of countless people crying. It was probably the hostages. Mixed among the weeping was an elderly man, but his robust voice hurled insults.

“You whippersnapper, you’d let me go if you have the guts to! If we were to face each other in a fight, this old man here will let you have 10 free wins out of 80 rounds!”

It was Old Master Fletcher—he had been captured by the Phantom Wolf as well. No wonder the soldiers hadn’t made a move; Mark had been taken as a hostage by the Phantom Wolf!

Wait a minute—Mark is typically under heavy protection at the military compound. How did he get kidnapped?

Mark was tied to a wheelchair, and a huge bomb was strapped to his chest. He kept kicking as he hurled his abuse. When he noticed that the woman in Phantom Wolf’s arms looked familiar, he took a closer look and recognized her. In an instant, his anger flared.