Three Years Forgotten, Why Go Crazy When I Say Goodbye? novel Chapter 472

The rain only fell harder.

Thick black clouds pressed down on the mountains. Gale-force winds whipped dense sheets of rain, slamming against the roof tiles, windows, and surrounding woods of Mayor Henderson's residence with a deafening rumble.

The wind howled through the valley, the storm raging as the world turned dark and suffocating. The muddy mountain roads were completely soaked, and the entire forest was deathly empty, leaving only the massive roar of the storm.

Inside, although somewhat shielded from the weather, the room felt stiflingly hot and unusually oppressive, the stagnant air making it hard to breathe.

At this moment, Willow lay quietly on the bed, covered by a blanket. Her posture was peaceful, yet she was clearly not in a normal state of sleep.

Her eyes were tightly shut, dark lashes resting on her pale, exhausted face. Her lips were colorless, and the rise and fall of her chest was frighteningly shallow.

It wasn't a deep slumber; she had slipped into a coma-like unconsciousness due to the chemical incapacitation.

In truth, it wasn't just Willow. Leo Yardley and the other Merit Biotech colleagues were all in the exact same state.

Across the beds, everyone lay in eerie silence, not a single one awake. Some were turned on their sides, others flat on their backs, but all breathed shallowly, their bodies unnaturally still and rigid. Against the chaotic roar of the storm outside, the silence in the room was terrifyingly obvious.

Soon after, the door was pushed open from the outside.

A few figures slipped into the room, using the dark, rainy night as cover. They ducked their heads, moving with practiced stealth. It was the same group of idle thugs they had encountered during the day.

Hearing this, the men instantly dropped any distracting thoughts and got straight to work with ruthless efficiency.

The thunderous storm outside completely masked any noise from within the house. The pitch-black night and torrential rain became their perfect cover.

Working in practiced coordination, they carefully hoisted the unconscious Willow and Leo onto their backs. Using the storm to hide their movements, they swiftly carried them out of Mayor Henderson's residence.

An inconspicuous cargo van idled on the side of the road. The doors slid open, swallowed their targets, and slammed shut. Within seconds, it vanished into the stormy night.

The journey was a convoluted maze. Following Vivienne Sinclair's strict instructions, they changed contact teams three separate times along the route, entirely avoiding main roads and populated towns, sticking strictly to desolate, unpaved mountain trails.