The Apple of My Eye novel Chapter 1142

Warren thought, 'If something bad happens to me and Mark doesn't connect the dots to the cabin, they will retreat and it will be very difficult for them to find the children.

Moreover, we didn't hear any sound when we passed by the cabin just now. If the kids are really inside, there are only two possibilities—they are either tied and gagged, or they are unconscious.

Neither of the possibilities is good.'

Warren quickly decided to change his strategy. He felt that he had to take a risk at this point, not for anything else, but for the safety of the children.

"Duncan, where are you going?" Warren asked him, trying to divert his attention.

"Shut up. Stop talking!" Duncan yelled. He was wary of the whole situation and only wanted to get out of here as soon as possible.

"I'm just trying to tell you that this direction is far from the road. If you trust me, I know a quicker path which leads to the road," Warren said, pretending to be casual.

He made it sound like all he wanted was to get him out of here and retrieve his gun.

"Just follow me, and stop with your nonsense!" But Duncan was not influenced by Warren's words, and insisted on following his own path.

Warren realized that his initial plan hadn't worked, so he switched his strategy. "Aw, be gentle. My wrist hurts," Warren complained, feigning pain.

"I didn't touch your wrist! Stop with all these excuses. Just keep walking!" Duncan was starting to lose his patience with Warren.

"No, look at my wrist. My hands are locked together, and the suitcase is to my far right, but you are pulling me to the left. So I am hurt naturally from all the twisting and turning; my wrist is stuck!" Warren cried out and bowed his head down, just to prove what he had said was true. "Could you let me shift to a different side? Or carry the suitcase. There's fifty million inside this suitcase; it's too heavy!"

"Damn it! You really are a pain in the ass!" Duncan screamed, but after that, he looked down at Warren's wrist.

Warren wasn't lying, his wrists were indeed uncomfortable and had become red and swollen. But as a special force police, this kind of injury was trivial to him.

"Hurry up," Duncan said impatiently.

He let go of his grip on Warren's hands.

It was the chance Warren had been waiting for and he didn't lose a second. He immediately let go of the suitcase and quickly turned around. He first pinned Duncan to the ground and then quickly tried to grab the gun in his hand.

Duncan was an adult in his forties. Although his reaction time was not as good as that of Warren's, he was still strong. And Warren's hands were tightly locked together. Even with his entire body pressed down against Duncan, it still wasn't an easy job to get a hold of the gun.

The others rushed towards the struggling pair, but they were still far away from them.

The situation was getting out of control. Duncan had his finger on the trigger and he started firing away fiercely. Warren couldn't get his hands on the gun anymore; all he could do was use his body strength to keep Duncan down to ensure that the bullets wouldn't hit him.

Bang! Bang! The gunshots were so loud that Sheryl and Charles, who had not yet found the underground garage, quickly ran towards the sound.

Duncan finally went completely out of control and fired shot after shot desperately. Fortunately, Warren had chosen the correct posture to hold him down. Although many shots were fired, none of them hit Warren.

"Aargh! Why are you doing this? Why?" Duncan shouted, shaking violently.