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Twins In Her Womb: Sir President Please Be Gentle Chapter 3191-No Turning Back Gerald understood what Phil meant. Even though he was worried, he had no choice.

He followed Amur and left.

As he passed by the men on the first floor, Gerald heard their conversation.

"Is he seriously bringing this useless guy along for the mission?"

"If it were up to me, I'd take care of him and tell Boss he failed the mission."

Since a few of them knew what mission he was carrying out, they started discussing it. 1 As Gerald thought about the things he might have to do later that he had never done before, his mind was in turmoil. He did not even know how he ended up getting into Amur's car.

"What's your code?" Amur's question jolted Gerald out of his daze, bringing him back to reality.

"I'm 091," answered Gerald.

He used to be proud of having that code, but now, he was filled with fear and hatred. How could he have been so foolish as to join this terrorist organization?

There was no turning back now. He could only steel himself and do things he did not want to do.

Amur remained silent.

Carefully, Gerald asked again, "What's your code?"

He thought everyone on the Island of Despair had a code and dared not ask for names, only their codes.

"I don't have one." Amur's voice was cold.

Gerald looked at him incredulously, "How is that possible…"

"I don't."

Gerald had no choice but to ask again, "Then what should I call you?"

"Amur." Amur told him his name. It was not his full name, but it did not matter.

Gerald found it strange how foreign their names were.

When he thought about what might happen later, he asked, "This is my first time doing something like this. What should I do?"

"It's two hours before dinnertime. You'll pretend to be the person reporting the incident. Go to the police, then find the kitchen, and pour the potion into the salad. As long as you do all that, the mission will be over."

"Is it that simple?" Gerald could not believe it. His eyes widened as he subconsciously recalled what Amur said.

Wait!

He was supposed to drug the two targets, but he was drugging the food in the kitchen! He was not targeting Jacob but someone from the police station!

"Aren't we supposed to deal with Jacob and the others?" Gerald was afraid.

He did not want to be involved in so much. If he killed people from the police station, even if Abel did not do anything to him, other police officers would.

Gerald did not think he could be a match for the police of A City.

"The potion only affects you guys." Amur did not explain in detail. The potion he held was effective for those who had taken the poison. If they took the potion, they would experience shortness of breath and then go into shock within two hours.

Most accidents would be attributed to allergies without a detailed examination.

However, ordinary people who had not taken the poison would not exhibit such symptoms.

Gerald was not reassured and asked again, "What will happen if others eat it?"

"They'll have diarrhea." Amur's words remained simple.

After Gerald heard that, he nodded and continued to replay every word he had just heard.

"So, you mean to say that as long as it's someone from the Island of Despair who takes this potion, they'll… die?"

"Are you a member of the Island of Despair?" questioned Amur.

Gerald nodded and then shook his head.

He used to think he was a member of the Island of Despair, that the code belonged to him as part of their structure.

Now, he suddenly realized he did not belong to the Island of Despair at all. He was one of those dispensable people.

If the base was gone one day, they would not know where to go for the antidote.

With no antidote, they could only wait to die…

Gerald said, "At least you guys know where the Island of Despair's headquarters is, but we have no idea. So, we don't really belong to the Island of Despair. We're just paid to do their dirty work, but…"

He sighed, stating the reality he had come to realize. "The Island of Despair doesn't see US as humans at all. We're just a bunch of dispensable codes they can discard at any time."

Amur listened to him without any expression on his face.

"So, this potion doesn't target people not from the Island of Despair. It targets those who have taken the poison, right… But if the police officers all get diarrhea after eating the salad, it'll definitely raise suspicion. When they check the surveillance…"

"This is the simplest method," Amur interjected.

Finding the kitchen and adding the potion to the salad was the simplest way.

Amur did not expect Gerald to do as he did, deliberately committing a crime and getting himself locked up, then finding a way to give the potion to the other two by communicating with them through tapping.

Gerald could not do that. Hence, Amur could only think of the simplest method.

"But there are so many surveillance cameras in the police station." Gerald hesitated.

"The places with the most surveillance in the police station are the ones where they keep people. Do you want to go in there?" asked Amur.

Go in there?

When Gerald used to be a thug, he had been inside before. Those places were definitely not where people belonged. He quickly shook his head. "I don't want to."

Amur fell silent.

Gerald suddenly realized that despite the wide implications of Amur's plan, it was indeed the simplest.

He did not have the capability to confront Jacob face to face.

"Take off the bandages on your body. Then, tell them you got attacked while you were walking on the street," instructed Amur.

"Okay," replied Gerald. He started to remove it.

He had taken the injection and the medication, so he did not feel any pain now.

"What's next?" Gerald asked after removing the bandage.

Amur parked the car in front of the police station and handed over a bottle of potion. "Whar happens hext isup to lod. im not going in. Don't think you can fool your way through.

If no one inside dies today, it'll be you who dies."

Gerald pursed his lips. He took the bottle of potion but hesitated to get out of the car.

Amur reminded him, "You only have four hours. After four hours, the medication's side effects will kick in."

Gerald took a deep breath and immediately got out of the car.

Amur waited in the car, watching Gerald as he pretended to limB m toward the security booth of the police station. A hint of coldness flashed across his eyes.

This man was not exactly stupid.

Yet, he had made the wrong choice.

If he had not followed Abel in the first place, he would not be in this situation today.

Amur thought it over, still believing that Gerald was foolish, otherwise, why would he choose the Island of Despair?

He sat in the car, not really concerned about the police station's affairs.

An hour later, Gerald got back into the car with a defeated expression.

"Done?" asked Amur as he shot a glance at the police station where the officers at the entrance were still scanning the area.

They did not chase after him, so he reckoned that Gerald was not noticed by the police.

"Yeah," replied Gerald, recalling the scene of himself adding the potion to the salad.

He was worried that Jacob and the others might not eat the salad, sohe added some to the ingredients on the cooking table. He even added some to a pot of soup that was cooking.

He added a few drops of potion into everything, hoping Jacob and the others would eat some of it…

"What about the remaining?" asked Amur.

Twins In Her Womb: Sir President Please Be Gentle Chapter 3192-The Entire Police Station Is In Chaos "The remaining potion? Do you still have it?"

Gerald was stunned, worried that he had failed his mission for using up all the medicine.

"I used it all."

Amur frowned. "You used up a whole bottle?"

"I was afraid the mission would fail, so I added some to all the ingredients… "

explained Gerald.

Amur let out a cold snort. "You sure are ruthless."

Gerald, desperate to complete his mission, was trembling in fear yet ruthless in his actions.

Abel would probably appreciate someone like him the most.

Gerald forced a smile and replied, "I had no choice. If they didn’t die, I would have died with them. I don't want to die, and my family still needs me to take care of them."

Amur did not listen to his excuses. "Give me the bottle."

"Here." Gerald took the bottle out of his pocket. If he had not been worried that the police might be able to trace it back to him, he would have tossed it in the trash immediately.

Fortunately, he thought ahead and kept it, or he would not have had it when Amur asked for it.

Amur glanced at the empty bottle and remarked, "Completely empty.

Impressive."

Gerald laughed awkwardly. Showing too much cruelty in front of Amur did not seem right, so he added, "I had no other choice. I was worried they wouldn't eat the salad, so I added a bit to all the ingredients."

Amur did not say anything.

Just an hour ago, this man was concerned about injuring the police. Now, he had added the potion to all the kitchen's ingredients without a second thought.

If he survived after being sent to the Island of Despair, he would undoubtedly become a formidable figure.

Amur drove him back to the base.

The men there were surprised to see them return.

"He’s still alive?"

"Amur, did you go easy on him?"

"He's crueler than any of you," Amur replied indifferently as he gave the men on the first floor a cold gaze.

Gerald looked at the men, their muscles bulging. He shuddered, thinking they could easily beat him so badly he would be bedridden.

Amur checked the time and reminded him, "You have half an hour of free time left. If I were you, I'd get back upstairs and let that guy bandage you up."

"Yes, yes," Gerald immediately replied and headed upstairs.

Phil was also surprised to see Gerald unharmed. "You made it back alive?"

"Mr. Amur found a good way for me," replied Gerald. Even though he did not feel any discomfort, he lay down on the bed and asked Phil, "Could you help me with the bandages?"

Phil noticed that Gerald's bandages were all removed. Annoyed, he clicked his tongue and fetched the medical supplies from the cabinet.

"What are the side effects of that potion?" Gerald asked uncertainly. Would there really be side effects?

He did not feel anything now.

He even thought about using that potion all the time, even when he was lying on the bed. As long as it kept the pain away, he would heal quickly.

"You'll find out soon enough." Phil did not elaborate, nor did he mention that when the effects of the drug wore off, Gerald would be in excruciating pain.

Despite the numbing effect of the drug, the pain Gerald's body had been enduring over the past four hours had been accumulating. When the drug's effects wore off, the suppressed pain would come back twice as intense.

That was his body's revenge.

Gerald suddenly had a bad feeling.

"Can you give me some painkillers if it hurts too much? I'm afraid I won't be able to handle it," asked Gerald.

"They won't help. Painkillers are useless in this situation." Phil shook his head.

After bandaging Gerald, he stepped outside.

Amur was sitting on the couch outside.

"Everything's done. Why haven't you left?" asked Phil. He did not have any grudges with Amur on the Island of Despair back then, so they could talk casually.

Amur lit a cigarette, checked the time, and replied, "Do you believe that the useless Gerald can complete the mission?"

"Don't you believe in him?" Phil was surprised.

Gerald claimed he completed the mission, and Amur brought him back.

"I've been to that police station. I can't go in without disguise," explained Amur. If he had gone in with Gerald, it might have aroused the police’s suspicion.

The police in A City were well-trained and capable of recognizing faces. If they recognized him from a previous incident, they would be on alert.

At that time, Gerald, with his Caucasian face, would draw their attention as well.

Amur was actually helping Gerald by not going in.

"Hah, he tried to shift the blame to someone you care about, and you still helped him. That's something," said Phil, clapping his hands lightly. "Even if something happens at the police station, it won't be announced immediately. We need someone to keep an eye on it."

"Yeah." Amur planned to drive by the police station after they had dinner.

"We have someone there. I'll help you out,” offered Phil.

Amur raised an eyebrow and looked at him.

Could Abel have placed someone inside the police station?

The people who followed Abel in A City were mostly street thugs, unlikely to be police officers.

The people from the Island of Despair mostly had foreign faces and could not possibly work in the police station.

"Don't worry, it's just an old janitor," said Phil as he noticed Amur's confusion.

Placing someone close to the police officers? Abel was not that powerful yet.

Even if he were, it would be extremely dangerous.

Amur remained silent. Having someone watching the police officers was a good thing.

"Remind that old man not to eat the police station's food." Amur figured the old man might consume the drugged food as well.

Phil frowned.

"Gerald put the drug in their food?" He knew some of the more unusual drugs since he occasionally helped Shanks with bandaging patients.

"Yes." Amur could hear faint groans coming from inside. Realizing that the effects of the medication were wealing off, he spoke up, "He did what he had to to stay alive."

"Alright, I'll remind the janitor." Phil immediately picked up his phone.

Amur lost track of how many cigarettes he had smoked. He could hear faint sounds coming from m Gerald, Who could only manage a few muffled noises as his mouth was gagged. However, even those were enough to irritate him.

Night fell.

Phil walked over and said, "Who would have thought that the useless Gerald could actually pull it off?"

Amur looked up at him.

"It's done. The old man saw those two guys being taken to the hospital with his own eyes, And nost Of the pplice dificers at the station have stomach issues now. The entire police station is in chaos. Gerald really knows how to cause trouble."

Twins In Her Womb: Sir President Please Be Gentle Chapter 3193-Luca’s Heart Isn’t With Him Amur nodded and rose to his feet.

He did not expect Gerald to cause such trouble for the police station all by himself.

"Gerald should lay low for a while. His actions weren't discreet as surveillance cameras were watching him. He shouldn't stir up more trouble, " advised Amur.

He never imagined that Gerald would go to such lengths to ensure the demise of Jacob and Harold.

y , With all the ingredients tainted, it was a game of chance to see who would be unlucky enough to consume more.

However, this did not concern him much. It was just that the situation had escalated greatly, and the police would surely investigate. Gerald would be a prime suspect.

It was only because Gerald barely scraped by and managed to reclaim his life that Amur felt the need to caution him like that.

"I know. This incident has grown out of proportion. Even if he manages to save his life, it depends on whether the police will investigate him. If he's lucky, the mission will be considered complete. If not, he'll have to fend for himself,"

replied Phil.

The door was closed, but Phil's voice carried into the room.

He did not care whether Gerald heard him or not.

He guessed that Gerald was probably in too much pain to pay attention to his words.

Amur glanced at the time and got ready to leave.

As Phil saw him pick up his bag, he asked, "Leaving already?"

"I have to go to the hospital to check if those two are beyond saving," replied Amur.

"Alright, go ahead. If there's still a chance to save them, he'll fail his mission and you'll have to deal with him," said Phil, pointing at the room behind him.

However, neither Amur nor Phil showed any sympathy. After all, Gerald had brought this upon himself.

Nobody forced him to join the Island of Despair.

Now that he had joined, he could not blame them for what they did to him. If anyone was to blame, it was himself for not being clever enough or as ruthless as others.

"Okay," said Amur. He carried his bag and left.

He came downstairs. Only one man remained at the door, guarding the place.

Amur figured the others had gone to eat.

The man saw him come down and raised an eyebrow, asking, "Leaving?"

Amur did not respond. Besides conversing briefly with the man upstairs, he had nothing to say to the others. Hence, he pushed the door open and left right away.

The man watched him leave from behind. He kicked the door shut and cursed, "What's with the attitude? You think you're all that, huh? If your mission flops one day, we might just have to get rid of you ourselves!"

The door closed, but Amur's hearing was sharp. He had not gone far, so he could still hear the man's words.

He could not be bothered to turn back and confront the man.

Amur started his car engine, getting ready to head to the hospital.

He had no idea which hospital the police had taken Jacob and Harold to, but since they were picked up by an ambulance, it had to be a hospital near the After finding a hospital near the police station, Amur navigated his way there.

Before reaching the hospital, Amur received a call from Luca. He answered the call without a second thought.

"Amur." Luca's voice came through the phone, carrying a hint of worry.

"Yeah." Amur was not sure what to say.

Luca was concerned about him, and he knew that. However, it was also a fact that Luca's heart was not with him. Thus, Amur felt a bit uneasy as he listened to her worried tone.

He knew Luca's heart was not with him. That was why he was reluctant to hear her worry, but at the same time, he could not help but want her attention.

"Are you okay? How's the mission going?" Luca asked with concern.

"I'm okay…" Amur hesitated. "It's not me doing the mission. I'm just supervising."

"Are you planning to come back now?” Luca thought that there should not be much for him to supervise.

Still, if Gerald's mission failed, would Amur not have to take care of it?

She had investigated and knew that the police station that kept Jacob was the same one Amur had tried to infiltrate before. Using the same method again was not an option. There were records now.

Back then, the police had not found anything. There was no evidence of what Amur had done to those people, but it did not mean they did not suspect him.

What if they were still vigilant?

"I still have some things to handle. I'll be back in A City tomorrow," said Amur.

"Okay." Luca could not help but feel anxious. "Are you saying Gerald's mission failed?"

"No, that's not it. The two targets were sent to the hospital. If it's confirmed that they can’t be saved, then I can come back," replied Amur.

Hearing that the targets had been sent to the hospital, Luca knew that Gerald had succeeded in his actions. Nevertheless, whether he had completely succeeded remained uncertain.

However, if the two targets were in the hospital and detained in the medical ward, it would be risky for Amun to find a way in. Doing these things under the nose of the police was always risky.

While Luca disliked Gerald, she also hoped his mission would succeed. She did not want to see Amur taking risks.

With this in mind, she reminded him again, "You don’t have to be tough in everything you do, do you hear me?"

"Okay. Talk to you later. I have another call coming in," Amur felt irritated and hung up after saying that.

He did not actually have another call coming in.

However, when he heard Luca's tone which sounded like an elder sister reminding a younger brother, it made him feel uncomfortable.

Why did she always speak to him as if he was her younger brother? They did not have a big age gap between them.

She had changed her identity and even her appearance, but she was still entangled with Luke…

Amur could not understand. Not wanting to hear Luca's nagging anymore, he hung up the phone.

The road was clear, and he was feeling agitated, so Amur decided to step on the accelerator pedal hard. The car surged forward. His driving skills were good, so he was safe on the road.

When he arrived at the hospital, he knew the method he should employ to find out the information 660 M needed Nt Gid'not take long before he heard the news about Jacob Cook in the emergency room from another patient.

The two targets were in bad shape even before they were brought to the hospital. They kept vomiting and had red rashes on their bodies. Their overall condition was very poor.

The distance from the hospital to the police station was only about ten minutes, but in that brief span, they had already stopped breathing by the time they arrived at the hospital.

Now, the hospital staff were tidying up after the two, especially considering the gruesome state Jacob and Harold were in.

The patient recalled that when the two were brought in, they were not covered with white sheets.they could leafly see the blisters on their faces. Their exposed skin was also covered in sores that emitted a foul odor.

After telling Amur about this, the patient asked, "You seem very curious about them. Are you a relative of the patients? But that doesn't seem right either. You're a foreigner, and although their faces looked terrible, I could tell they were locals. Who are you, and why are you so curious about this matter?"

"Oh, I'm a journalist." Amur pulled out a forged press pass from his pocket."

Someone tipped me off that something happened here related to the police station, so I came to check it out."

Twins In Her Womb: Sir President Please Be Gentle Chapter 3194-Pick Up A Hint Of Humanity The patient glanced at the pass in Amur's hand and believed that he was a journalist.Amur put away the work pass, sat beside the patient, and struck up a conversation. "By the way, do you know where the bodies of those two people are now?"He wanted to confirm with his own eyes.Amur still had his guard up. What if Jacob and Harold knew he would be targeted and deliberately faked their deaths?If they continued to fake their deaths, he could pretend that nothing had happened.However, if Abel found out they were faking their deaths, he would be in big trouble. Amur had to go and see for himself.The patient glanced at Amur, looking surprised. "You journalists are really something. You're going to see them even in such circumstances? Aren't you afraid of getting bad luck for being around corpses?""There's no choice. It's for work. I don't wanna get bad luck either, but if there's valuable information, I can report it back to my editor. After all, this happened at the police station. The police won't disclose it to the public anytime soon, so it's up to US journalists to speak up," Amur explained to the old man."That's true. Every job has its difficulties. But why don't you have a camera with you? Other journalists always have one." The patient could not be fooled easily and raised his own question."This matter hasn't been made public yet. If I were to walk into the hospital with a camera, those two bodies might be pushed out before I even see them. Not everything can be openly observed. Sometimes, a phone is more useful than a camera," explained Amur."You're right. Their bodies will probably be taken to the morgue. But I overheard the doctors and nurses saying their illness was suspicious.Since they were taken from the police station, there might be an autopsy."But I’m completely lost with all the twists and turns happening here. I saw them take those two bodies to that examination room. You can try your luck there."The patient pointed in a direction and kindly reminded Amur," But be careful.Those two bodies stink.""Thank you. I wish you a speedy recovery," Amur, disguised as a journalist, thanked the old man politely.After thanking the patient, he walked toward the location indicated by the old man.There was a row of examination rooms. Amur did not plan to open each door one by one to avoid complaints from hospital staff and being kicked out.The patient mentioned that the two bodies were particularly smelly.Even though the hospital would have people to help clean up, there would definitely be forensic doctors conducting simple autopsies now. They needed to collect the two people's vomit and excrement. The doctors also needed to examine the skin before the bodies could be thoroughly cleaned.Since it smelled bad, he could figure it out.Amur continued to search until he stopped in front of one examination room.It had to be here.Even with the door closed, the foul odor still wafted out. Amur glanced at the examination room. It was the last one. No wonder they chose this place. It really stank.Only here would the odor not disturb others.After Amur stopped at the door, he listened carefully to the sounds inside. He could make out that at least three people were working inside.They were working and complaining, claiming that they had not dealt with such stinky corpses in a long time.Amur thought to himself that those three would not stop him. He took out his phone and opened the video recording function. He pretended to be a journalist, but at this moment, he was filming to determine whether Jacob and Harold had faked their deaths or truly died.Although he did not think Jacob and Harold were capable of faking their deaths, he still had to be cautious.At the thought of this, Amur raised his phone and pushed the door open directly.The stench hit him, and it was several times stronger than when he stood outside.The three medical staff inside were stunned by Amur's sudden action.They were all stunned until Amur rushed to the side of the body. He was still holding up his phone. Only then did they realize what was happening. They quickly grabbed Amur's hand, trying to pull him out. "Who are you? Only personnel are allowed in here.""Were these the two sent by the police?" Amur asked while using his height advantage to film with his phone."Get out!" Two doctors tried to block him, preventing him from recording.Another doctor pulled him away.All of them were extremely anxious. It was the first time they encountered such a situation, and they did not know what to do. They could only force Amur out.Amur let them kick him out without resistance because he had already filmed enough.Suddenly, one of the doctors remembered and said, "Don't let him leave!There's still a video recording on his phone! The police said we can't let anyone film this. It can't be made public until the investigation is done."His words instantly reminded the other two doctors.By now, Amur was already walking briskly away. The doctors tried to chase him and even called for security, but no one could catch up with Amur.He was like a sprinter, running swiftly.The patient who had just talked to Amur remained seated, watching Amur get chased by the doctors. He could not help but exclaim, "He runs really fast.Journalists are indeed capable."As soon as he finished speaking, Amur had already left the main building of the hospital.The doctors, nurses, and even the security guards who arrived later could not catch upto him.Amur's speed was impressive. He smoothly found his car and drove away from the hospital.Despite the people running and panting behind him, he was unaffected.After driving for a while, Amur took out his phone to watch the footage.He had been pushed around, so the footage was not clear, but it was evident that Jacob and Harold were already dead.Since they were dead, Gerald's mission was completed, and so was Amur's.

Amur sent the video to Abel with a message: (Gerald's mission is m completed, Thepdlide Station will probably keep the news under wraps for a while.]He did not care about Abel's reaction and made a phone call to Phil.After answering the call, Phil asked, "How's it going? Are you coming back?"

"No. Gerald has completed the mission," replied Amur, not sure why he made the calt Perhaps it was because of Gerald's miraculous escape?However, it was not really a miracle. Gerald did not have any skills.

If it were not for Amur's suggestion and the potion he provided, Gerald, would not have completed the "

mission. Not to mention letting Gerald take the injection and medication…

Although Gerald would still suffer for a while, his life was temporarily saved, and he should thank Amur for that."Well, he sure is lucky." Phil let out an eerie chuckle before hanging up.Amur shook his head, recalling what Phil had said. Yes, Gerald was indeed lucky.If anyone else from the Island of Despair had been sent to assist him, Gerald would not have survived. Gerald was lucky to have met him.Sure enough, after spending so much time with Luca, he had also picked up a hint of humanity.

Twins In Her Womb: Sir President Please Be Gentle Chapter 3195-No Hope Of Survival A hint of mockery flashed across Amur's eyes. On the Island of Despair, picking up a hint of humanity was not exactly a good thing.

However, he had changed so much that there was no going back to how he used to be.

As Amur thought about Gerald, he decided that he would just accept things as they were and stop pondering since he could not go back to his old self.

He did not mind the exhaustion and was ready to drive back to A City.

Even though Luca would not take the initiative to come looking for him, she would definitely worry if he stayed in X City for too long.

Despite his desire for more of Luca's affection, he did not want her to be concerned. Therefore, he hurriedly drove back.

Luca was sitting on the edge of the bed, looking at her phone. Luke walked out of the bathroom and curiously asked when he saw her in such a state," What's wrong?"

"I'm waiting for news from Amur," replied Luca, suddenly remembering that Amur had already replied to her message. Then, she shook her head. "Well, he might not reply."

Luke felt a bit jealous when he heard Luca mentioning Amur.

Still, he knew Luca had no romantic feelings for Amur. He found it kind of amusing how he was feeling jealous all by himself here and immediately realized it was actually not a big deal.

His wife was outstanding, and it was only natural that other men would admire her. What mattered was him being more exceptional than them, ensuring Luca's attention stayed on him. That way, any men who admired her would not dare make a move.

At the thought of this, Luke climbed up the bed and pulled Luca into his arms.

Then, he asked, "Why are you waiting for his news?"

Since Luke already knew about the mission assigned by the Island of Despair, Luca explained without hiding anything.

"Abel assigned him a mission in X City. It's to assist Gerald in dealing with Jacob and Harold, who are being detained there. But it's Gerald who's supposed to carry out the mission, and if he fails, Amur will step in.

"I’ve been told that Gerald has completed the task and escaped successfully, but they still need confirmation. The question now is how that confirmation will turn out."

Luke frowned.

"What's the matter? Do you still need Jacob and Harold?" Luca thought his frown indicated a desire to keep Jacob.

Luke shook his head. "They aren't of much use. I never planned to use them as pawns."

In terms of understanding the Island of Despair, Jacob and Harold did not know nearly as much about it as Luca did.

Using Jacob to plot against Abel was futile since Abel would not care about such a small-time player.

"Then is it because of Amur…" Luca did not finish her sentence. Amur indeed had blood on his hands, but it was not by choice.

It was Abel who forced him to do these things…

They wanted to be kind, but how could those being manipulated by Abel manage that?

Luca knew it was all against their will. Even though they were guilty, the greatest sinner and villain was Abel, not them.

"Not really.” Luke shook his head. "Gale and Rain have been on the Island of Despair since they were young, and they've taken no less lives than Amur. But if Gerald managed to escape this time, what about next time?

"He used to think the Island of Despair was just an ordinary organization, but now that he knows it’s serious business. What will he do?"

Luke was not worried about Gerald evading responsibility since he was not his subordinate.

He was more concerned about whether the experience would change Gerald after he narrowly escaped death and now had blood on his hands.

Gerald was just an ordinary person without professional training. Experiencing something like this could drastically alter his mindset.

Luke feared that Gerald might become a cold-blooded and ruthless person.

Although Gerald's transformation had nothing to do with him, Gerald had interacted with Luca before. Luke was worried that Gerald might pose a threat to her.

For some reason, after learning that Gerald had blood on his hands, his thoughts drifted in a certain direction. The more he thought about it, the more anxious he became.

"Who knows? But Gerald has no way out," replied Luca. Unless Gerald was on her side, there might still be a way out for him.

However, Gerald was never going to be on her side. Therefore, he would continue working for the Island of Despair until he was no longer useful and until his life ended.

If she had not successfully developed the antidote, her fate might have been the same as Gerald's.

The reason why she finally had the courage to reveal her true identity to Luke, Wanda, and Queenie was because she had developed the antidote.

That was her confidence in coming clean.

"Abel's methods are even crueler than I imagined. By doing this, he’s giving Gerald a chance, but he's also aiming to transform someone with limited abilities into a killing machine.

"Luca, do you think such a person can end up with a good ending?" questioned Luke.

Everyone who knew about this thought Gerald was lucky because Abel had given him a chance to survive.

However, Gerald had never received professional training, and his physical condition was weak. Even if he was sent to the Island of Despair, he would end up being bullied.

Moreover, Abel never intended to send Gerald to the Island of Despair for training.

Gerald, with no real strength but blood on his hands, might even become more eager for such things in the future, still, in the end, his lack of capability and skill would lead to his death.

Luca nodded. She could imagine how Gerald would end up.

She hoped that Gerald would not get carried away by the excitement of surviving this disaster. Otherwise, he might think he was invincible and end up causing his own death.

The accomplice in all of this was Abel…

"Let’s go to bed. We can't stop this, and there's no way we can prevent it from happening," suggested Luca. She knew clearly that neither she nor Luke could stop what was happening.

Luke nodded.

He turned off the lights and lay down with Luca. He made no moves tonight because tomorrow was an important day for both of them.

Luca hoped Gerald's mindset would remain stable.

If he could not cope, it would be better for him to avoid it rather than become aggressive.

However, Gerald, who was in X City, was not behaving as Luca had hoped.

The door to the room was pushed open. Phil, who had been looking after him, walked in and told Gerald that his mission was a success.

Jacob and Harold died after consuming the food from the police station.

Jacob and Harold were dead, but Gerald survived.

Even though Gerald's body was in pain, he could not stop thinking, about it. He was worried that the plan would fan, Concerned that everyone at the police station had eaten the dinner but not Jacob and Harold…

Fortunately, they had eaten it.

They were dead!

Dead by his hands!

While recovering from his injuries over the past tew days, Gerald hac Deen feeling like al can plete failure. He had not received any professional training from the Island of Despair, yet Abel expected him to kill. on

How was he supposed to kill someone? Would he not be offering his head on a platter?

If he took action, he would die under A City's judicial system. If he did not, he would die at Abel's hands.

Either way, it meant death. Gerald kept wondering which method of dying he should choose.

He did not want to die without doing anything. After all, it was Jacob and Harold who had failed their mission, not him!

Therefore, even though there was no hope for survival, Gerald decide to give it ashgt. He planned to wait until his body got better and then find a way to deal with Jacob and Harold.

Twins In Her Womb: Sir President Please Be Gentle Chapter 3196-What A Wonderful Feeling However, Gerald did not expect that he would have to carry out the mission before his body had fully recovered.

What Gerald also never imagined was that his mission would be successful.

He was in excruciating pain that caused him to tremble uncontrollably in bed.

The men outside found him too noisy and gagged him.

Yet, he was overwhelmed with excitement right now. It was an excitement he could not contain!

He had succeeded, and moreover, he had survived.

He did not know that killing someone could be so simple!

Before carrying out the mission, Gerald was afraid, and he was worried about what might happen to him. He was also afraid that Amul might kill him while they were halfway there before getting rid of Jacob and Harold himself.

Furthermore, he had always thought that murdering a person was a difficult task.

Now, all Gerald could think about was how killing someone could feel like this.

What he had thought was so difficult turned out to be so simple!

This was what it felt like to murder someone.

Gerald slightly narrowed his eyes. The excitement caused his body to release adrenaline, making him feel like the pain was not as intense at the moment.

What a wonderful feeling.

If only his mouth was not gagged, Gerald would surely be laughing instead of groaning in pain.

Suddenly, Gerald felt a newfound craving for carrying out such missions.

He now wanted to continue and experience that rush again when others were avoiding it.

Gerald's body slightly twitched at the thought of this. Previously, he regretted joining the Island of Despair, but now, he felt that he made the right choice. He even thought that the missions the Island of Despair assigned were tailor-made for him.

At this moment, Gerald had already forgotten that his success was partly due to Amur's assistance.

He attributed the success of the mission to his natural talent in this area.

He also forgot that he might be under police surveillance.

All of these things slipped his mind.

The following day, everyone in A City was focused on one thing.

Today, Matysh was to be escorted to court for trial.

This case had been closely followed by the public. Therefore, the court decided to livestream the proceedings on its official website considering the high level of interest.

While such livestreams had occurred before, they usually garnered little attention. Only law students would watch them, as well as some who watched the replays.

However, it was different this time. Even before Matysh arrived at court, the livestream rooms of major media outlets were already packed with people, and there were crowds gathered outside the courthouse.

Some even joked that if they could throw rotten eggs and vegetables at Matysh, they would certainly do so.

However, such actions were no longer allowed. They could only express their anger by watching and hurling insults.

Luke sat in the car, listening through the microphone.

He heard his subordinates at the scene mentioning that there were many onlookers. Luke could not help but furrow his brows. Having so many people watching could be advantageous for Matysh.

It was also beneficial for the mercenaries as they could easily create chaos and then abduct their target.

However, in situations like these, once chaos broke out, casualties could easily occur-especially since the mercenaries were armed. The consequences could be unimaginable.

"Tell the escort team to use the back door," instructed Luke.

"Got it."

They did not know when Ethan's men would strike. If they were to strike at the courthouse entrance, it would definitely cause a commotion.

Even though they were not police officers, as A City citizens, they were responsible for ensuring Matysh's safe delivery and the security of the public.

Hence, they could not possibly chase the crowds away when there were so many people at the courthouse entrance. They had to use the back door.

Hopefully, the back door was not as crowded.

Luke's men had connections with the police department. They generously provided their intelligence to the police to make them believe that Matysh had planned an abduction.

Consequently, both the police and the court personnel took it very seriously.

Even the entire judicial system's relevant staff were mobilized.

How dare the other party defy the city's judicial system?! They were about to learn the hard way!

Therefore, when conveying Luke's instructions, the court had no objections and maintained personnel at the main entrance primarily to maintain order.

Meanwhile, Luke's men quietly made preparations at the back door.

"Boss, suspicious vehicles spotted." Gale's voice came through the earpiece.

Luke glanced at the screen displaying a small red dot.

The red dot indicated Gale's location. Each of their team members was equipped with a tracker for precise monitoring.

Luke let out a sigh of relief when he saw that the vehicles were still some distance from the courthouse. It seemed that they would not strike at the courthouse entrance.

These mercenaries were not foolish either. They knew that causing harm to ordinary citizens during their operation would provoke anger domestically.

Also, they would have to face condemnation internationally.

A City was not an entity they could mess with! If it were not for the hefty payment, the mercenaries would not have taken on missions in A City.

"Stay alert. They're unlikely to make a move at the courthouse entrance,"

reminded Luke.

"Don't worry, Boss. Rain and I have got this under control," reassured Gordan with a hint of laziness in his voice.

Even though Gordan sounded relaxed, Luke knew he was closely monitoring the mercenaries' every move.

"Ha, how shameless. I'm here too!" Gale chimed in.

Gordan's eyes were sharp as an eagle's, firmly fixed on the suspiaipus vehicles, Hs didnot argue when he heard Gale. He noticed something unusual about the vehicles.

"Heads up."

"Heads up."

Both Gordan and Gale said simultaneously.

Gordan continued, "The suspicious vehicles are approaching the van."

Gale followed up, "Stand by."

As their words trailed off, two vehicles intercepted the van

With a loud bang, the prisoner transport van unavoidably collided with the vehicle that intercepted it!

Immediately after, another two clashing sounds were heard as eight.

mercenaries stepped out of the two vehicles and began shooting at the van.

The prisoner transport van was fitted with bulletproof glass and stainless steel, It woyld not be penetrated irmediately. The guards inside promptly exited the vehicle.

.

Gale saw this and immediately floored the accelerator, crashing into another vehicle.

The mercenaries did not expect another vehicle to ram into them, leaving them dumbfounded for a moment.

Gale quickly ducked down. As a legal civilian, he had no firearms and could only wait for the guards from the prisoner transport van and Gordan to engage the mercenaries.

During the split second of the mercenaries' confusion, police officers got out of the prisoner transport van and opened fire directly at them.

The mercenaries, seasoned from battle, reacted swiftly. They used the vehicles as cover and returned fire at the police.

The exchange of gunfire was intense, and neither side dared to advance. They used their ammunition to suppress the other while seeking a breakthrough.

Gale lay low inside the car, feeling frustrated.

This was originally a task meant for Gordan, who could arm himself and fight the mercenaries.

However, Gordan adamantly refused and insisted on taking on another task.

Now, Gale could only wait inside the vehicle and wait for their next move

Twins In Her Womb: Sir President Please Be Gentle Chapter 3197-They Were Caught In A Crossfire!

"Gordan, when are you going to start shooting? I feel frustrated being trapped in the car!" said Gale. The gunfire was intense, and he could feel bullets whizzing past the car.

It was the sound of gunfire. Gale could tell the mercenaries had the upper hand.

He was not scared, just frustrated. He felt he should be out there making a difference instead of being sidelined by Gordan.

He could don a mask and help the police take down the mercenaries.

"Haha, are you scared already?" Gordan's teasing voice came through the earpiece. Before Gale could respond, he added, "I'm coming to rescue you."

Then, Gale heard a gunshot from the mercenaries' side.

This time, it was not their weapons firing but Gordan's.

Gale rolled his eyes. Did he really need Gordan to save him? If not for the plan to ram the car into the mercenaries to create an opportunity for the police to escape, he would not be hiding here now.

Gordan's aim was impeccable. He took down two mercenaries as soon as he got out of the car.

When the mercenaries saw their comrades fall, they realized they were being caught in a crossfire.

They tried to fend off attacks from both sides while figuring out a solution.

Suddenly, someone noticed there was a person inside the car that had crashed into them.

"Take him hostage!" shouted one of the mercenaries as he moved toward the car to open the door.

However, Gale had locked the car doors after the crash. As he watched the mercenaries approach the car, he said to Gordan, "Hurry up. They're trying to take me hostage!"

After Gordan took down another mercenary with his precise shooting, he replied, "Didn’t you want to join the fight? Now's your chance."

Then, he fired another shot.

The mercenaries were well-trained and experienced. One of them managed to dodge Gordan's bullet.

The mercenary unleashed a barrage of shots toward Gordan. "Damn you! How dare you attack me?! Watch me turn you into Swiss cheese!” Gordan was not foolish either. He quickly found cover to avoid getting shot.

Realizing the enemy’s firepower was intense, he reminded, "The enemy's packing serious heat. Gale, be careful."

"Ha, no one can hurt me," replied Gale as he pulled an iron rod out from under the passenger seat.

He felt a bit helpless as he looked at the rod.

As a representative working with the police, he was not allowed to carry firearms. This rod was his only weapon.

He looked at the mercenary who was trying to force open the car door and gripped the rod tightly. If they got in and took him hostage, he would hit him with the rod! Then, he would grab their gun and use it for defense. It should not be a problem since the gun was not originally his.

While Gordan listened to Gale's words, he shot at another mercenary, aiming for the head. These men were too dangerous to leave alive. Otherwise, they would be a threat.

However, the mercenary moved just in time, and the bullet which was aimed at his head hit his shoulder instead.

With a sharp bang, the mercenary's shoulder took a hit, but it did not diminish his fighting spirit. He soldiered on, undeterred by the injury.

"Rain, get ready," said Gordan.

"Roger that," replied Rain, positioned on a high building beside the road. She was the sniper for this mission. When she heard Gordan's instruction, she added, "Five mercenaries are now in sight. Preparing to engage."

She fired a shot, taking down one of the mercenaries.

The mercenaries were professionals. One of them quickly realized what was happening and immediately informed his comrades, "Sniper! Take cover!"

'Take cover!” shouted one of the mercenaries. However, before he could take cover, Rain took him out.

Out of the eight mercenaries, only five were left, and one of them was injured.

Gordan whistled softly. Despite the enemy's strong firepower, with only four fierce fighters left and one injured, it seemed there was not much to worry about now.

The moment Gordan whistled, the mercenary who was trying to open Gale's car door succeeded.

Gale found the opportunity and swung his iron rod just as the mercenary reached inside to grab him. "Take that!"

The mercenary screamed in pain. Gale broke his hand!

The mercenaries thought the person in the car was just a frightened passerby who heard their gunfire and accidentally crashed into them. Little did they expect it was planned all along!

"He's one of them! Take him hostage! It's our only way out!" shouted one of the mercenaries. Two guns were immediately aimed at Gale inside the car. The car door that was opened was used by the mercenary as a shield against Gordan's fire.

Gale was rendered speechless and said, "I've got two guns pointed at me."

"Don't engage them. Let me handle this.” Gordan's tone became serious. He was also using a car for cover while keeping an eye on Gale's situation.

Two mercenaries were crouching with their guns trained on Gale.

Gordan could not get a clear shot. At the same time, he heard one of the mercenaries threatening in broken English, "We have your friend. Shoot, and he dies!"

Gordan asked Rain, "Rain, do you have a clear shot?"

"I do, but I can't take both of them out at once." Rain frowned. She did not expect Gale to end up in such a situation.

If she shot one, the other would likely kill Gale.

If they were in a larger space, it would be alright, but how could Gale hide inside the car? Rain was not confident either.

"Damn it!" Gordan cursed. The police also dared not to make a move, aware of who was in the car.

Gale looked at the two guns aimed at his head. He remained calm and said to the mercenaries, "You want to escape? Take me as hostage."

The mercenaries stayed silent.

"Or, you take me as hostage and make a run for it. You might not finish the job, but at least you'll stay alive."

Of course, the mercenaries considered this.

If there were no one behind them, they could swap Matysh out and escape.

However, they were surrounded now, and there was a sniper hidden somewhere.

Then, he pulled Gale out of the car.

Gale yielded to the force and scrambled out of the car.

They were there to assist. If it were not for Luke's reminder, there would not have been so many officers for the escort foday: Stil, they were unsure of what to do now because the enemy had a hostage, and they could not afford to act recklessly.

Gale continued, "You guys can't save anyone in this situation now. You can let me go and we dolalche-for-one swap with them, but that could get all of you killed. Their firepower is stronger than yours right now.

"We're really screwed. We should've never taken this job," muttered a mercenary. He reached out andil grabbed Galelby the collar. "Come out and don't try anything funny. If we can get away clean, you'll be okay.

Otherwise, you're looking at certain death!"

Twins In Her Womb: Sir President Please Be Gentle Chapter 3198-I'm Just Passing Through When Gale smoothly stepped on the ground, two gun barrels were immediately aimed at his head.With two gun muzzles pointed at him, he had no choice but to stand straight. He raised his hands in surrender.The mercenaries noticed he was still wearing earphones. One of them rudely snatched them, putting them into his own ears to eavesdrop on any ongoing conversations.However, there was nothing to hear.Gale said with a helpless tone, "Guys, these are just my headphones for listening to music.""Listening to music while you're driving?! Tell US, are you a cop or are you one of them?" One of the mercenaries subdued Gale while another aimed his gun at him.The police officers saw the scene and dared not to make any sudden moves."I'm not, I'm not. I'm just passing through, man. Seriously, I’m just passing through." Gale felt helpless as his earphones had been taken off. Now, he had no idea about what plans Gordan and Rain might have.Still, whatever their plans were, he needed to find a way to resolve this crisis or they would not be able to proceed smoothly."Just passing by?" The mercenary narrowed his eyes. "Would someone who's just passing by carry a steel rod? Do you think we're fools?"He shoved Gale forward and said to the police officers, "Your guy’s in my hands now. If you don't want anything bad to happen to him, you'd better listen up and let US leave!"Matysh, who was in the prisoner transport van, listened to the conversation outside. They were speaking in English. He could not understand a word, but he secretly felt pleased with himself, thinking that they were negotiating with the police to get him out.What he did not expect was that the mercenaries were only concerned with saving their own lives and had no intention of getting Matysh out.Ethan's car was in a place with signal reception. He got the interpreter to interpret what the people outside were saying. After he received the message, he widened his eyes in shock. Were they really planning to abandon Matysh?Even though Matysh got convicted this time, there was still a chance to pull off a heist during the transfer.This was the best chance. If Matysh was not sentenced, he would be innocent, and there was nothing the Russians could do to him even if he went back.Nevertheless, if he was sentenced and escaped back to Russia, he would be a fugitive!Most importantly, if this mission failed, the police would become more cautious.Rescuing Matysh later would be nearly impossible once the police force strengthened.Ethan said to the person on the other end of the walkie-talkie, "No, you must rescue the boss. Use the hostage to exchange for him!"The mercenaries received Ethan's command but paid no attention and ignored him.Even if they managed to exchange for Matysh, they would be risking their lives.Without a hostage, they would not be able to leave even if they got the person out.The boss Ethan mentioned might even die in the crossfire between them and the police.Not getting a response from the mercenaries, Ethan grew impatient and continued, "Did you hear what I said? I'm your boss. I hired you to kidnap people. If you can't pull off the job, all of you can go and kick the bucket!"The leader of the mercenaries, the one holding Gale, impatiently retorted," Your boss' life matters, but ours doesn't? The way things are going, this mission's a flop. Not only are we broke, but you want US to risk our necks too? Are you kidding me?"The mercenary spoke in Russian.Gale understood Russian too. He could not help but find the situation amusing.Matysh had spent so much money hiring these mercenaries, yet they were so concerned about their own lives. When they realized they would not be able to get their money, they started to plan their escape to save themselves.If all mercenaries were as cowardly and self-preserving as these, no one would probably hire mercenaries anymore.They were so afraid of dying, and they could not even complete the tasks assigned to them. What was the point of having them around?As Gale thought about this, the mercenary heard Ethan's voice coming from the other end again. "You've taken my deposit. Isn't that worth something?""Fuck you. I've lost a few people here. The deposit you gave isn't even enough to cover their funeral expenses!" The mercenary leader took off his earpiece, no longer listening to Ethan's nonsense.Gale knew they were only concerned with saving their own skins now, not Matysh.He spoke up, "Hey guys, how about you cut me loose? Seriously, I'm not with them. I was just passing by, got spooked by your gunfire, and accidentally crashed into you guys. As for the steel rod, I carry it because I often drive long distances at night. It's for safety.""Stop talking!" The mercenary leader lost all his patience. He shoved Gale forward and had a gun pressed against his head. He was making it clear to the police they now had a hostage."Don't do anything reckless," warned the police officers as they watched the scene unfold. The tension in the air grew tense. They were afraid that Gale could be shot in the head at any moment.The mercenary snorted coldly and glanced back at their vehicles."You, go check which of the two cars can still be driven," instructed the mercenary leader.One of the mercenaries ran to test the car, not worried about being fired upon since Gale was in their custody.The police in A City were known for their rationality and commitment to ensuring public safety.Hence, with a hostage in play, they were not concerned in the slightest.After a while, the mercenary jogged over to report, "Boss, only one car can still drive, but it won't fit all of US.""My car! My car should be drivable!" Gale finally saw his chance to speak."Please, take my car and go. Just promise to spare me once you escape."The mercenary leader listened. After secretly cursing Gale for being a coward, he slightly lifted his chin.He immediately sent someone to confirm.Once it was confirmed Gale's car could move, he nodded, "Boss, this one works too.""You, get in the car," ordered the mercenary. He instructed Gale to get into his own vehicle.Their car was bulletproof, but Gale's was not, so they placed him in his own car.Under the escort of two mercenaries, Gale sat in the back seat of his car.

He saw police officers aiming their guns at them, but none dared to shoot. He turned around talook forward again. He noticed Gordan was using a parking spot as cover, hiding behind it with unclear intentions.He glanced behind him.Gale wondered when he had ever been in such a humiliating situation, reduced to being a hostage.He was truly speechless!

He lowered his gaze. A glint of fierceness flashed across his gyes.

Since thesg mercenaries dared to use him as a hostage, they should be ready to get captured themselves!Another mercenary got into the car, taking over as the driver.When they were about to leave, there were a few loud bangs. The tires were shot at by Rain!

"Damn it!" one of them cursed, glaring at Gale with a sinister look. "Looks like those cops don't give two shits apout yaurdife. Since we're all gonna bite the dust anyway, we're taking you down with us! I can't wait to see.

how those cops spin this for the media!"He vented his frustration and stomped on the gas pedal!However, the car could not move with no tires!The mercenary in the driver's seat slammed the door open and pointed inside the car, "Believe it or not, I'll take him out right now!

Twins In Her Womb: Sir President Please Be Gentle Chapter 3199-Someone With A Gun Got Away!

The moment he started yelling at the police, a bullet had already pierced through his head.

The mercenary's eyes were widened. Before he could even take his last breath, Gale had already kicked the other two out of the car. Then, a gunshot rang out, and one of the mercenaries was taken down.

The other one rolled over, but by the time he realized what was happening, Gale had already kicked the gun out of his hand and picked it up.

Gale did not shoot. He only aimed the gun at the mercenary.

He could not fire due to his current identity. He had no choice but to let the police handle it.

Plus, they needed someone alive.

Gale pointed at the mercenary with the gun, who dared not to move. Not only was Gale aiming at him, but the police officers, noticing that Gale had broken free from their control, were also pointing their guns at him.

The mercenary could only surrender.

Gunshots continued to echo.

Gordan was engaged in a shootout with the remaining two mercenaries. One of them was already injured. With Rain's help, Gordan quickly wounded the leader of the mercenaries. Meanwhile, Rain shot the other one dead.

When Rain saw that the situation was now under control, she said to Gordan, 'Til retreat first. Find a way to get out."

"Got it," replied Gordan, signaling to Gale before quickly getting on a motorcycle near him.

Before he could start the motorcycle, the injured mercenary leader suddenly pulled out a pistol from his coat. Gale noticed the mercenary leader's movement and immediately shouted to warn Gordan, "Watch out!"

A loud bang echoed through the air. With lightning reflexes, Gordan leaped off the motorcycle, but not before a bullet grazed his right hand.

"Damn it!" Gale delivered a forceful kick at the mercenary in front of him, breaking his leg to prevent any thoughts of escape later. He moved quickly and closed in on the mercenary leader, deftly seizing the pistol from his grasp.

The mercenary leader grinned, not looking at Gale but at Gordan instead."

You've killed so many of my brothers. Now, I'm getting my revenge!"

Gale kicked the mercenary leader to the ground, looking over at Gordan with concern.

However, he could not go to him now. He had to pretend not to know Gordan.

That was why he could not check on his injuries.

Gordan sprawled on the ground, stealing a glance at his injured hand. He pushed himself upright and sat there, fixing a steely glare on the mercenary leader before clenching his teeth as he rose to his feet.

Even though he was injured, it was nothing serious to him.

If it were not for his need to maintain his cover, Gordan swore he would have slapped the man across his face hard!

Enduring the pain in his hand, Gordan rode off on the motorcycle.

By the time the police arrived, he was already a distance away.

A young officer shouted, "Someone with a gun got away! Should we chase him?"

A more experienced officer rolled his eyes at him and said, "He's not a mercenary. What's the point of chasing him?"

"But he's armed," replied the young officer.

The veteran officer gave Gale a meaningful look and said, if it weren't for that guy, could we have gotten these mercenaries under control? Let's hold off on chasing him for now. We need to handle the current situation.

"We're still a ways from the courthouse, and who knows if they’ve got more people coming? We can't afford to split our forces right now. Help search them, make sure they're clean, and then take them over to the station. The rest of you, keep up the escort."

"Do we still need to send the suspect to court?" asked one of the police officers.

"We can still make it over there now. If we don't, the court's going to have to reschedule. You know how much the public hates that guy, right? The sooner we wrap this case up and get him behind bars, the better off we'll all be," replied the veteran officer.

He had been a policeman for over 20 years and had never encountered such a dangerous situation.

If it were not for the hidden sniper and the man who got shot, they might all be dead by now, and the suspect would have been taken away.

If that happened, the public would panic and get into a rage, and the police would be held accountable.

Therefore, they had to ensure Matysh was delivered to the police station.

Everyone followed the officer’s instructions and sprang into action.

Some carefully searched the surviving mercenaries while others confirmed the dead ones and confiscated their weapons. Some reported to their superiors, others called for ambulances, and the rest continued to escort Matysh to the courthouse.

The veteran officer stayed behind to manage things. He approached Gale with a smile and asked, "Mr. Gale, thank you for your help and cooperation. Are you hurt?"

"I’m not," answered Gale. He shot a glance at the weapons the police officers were collecting and could not help but mutter, 'Those weapons are pretty advanced."

"Yeah, these mercenaries paid big bucks for these weapons. It's kind of embarrassing, considering how tight customs are. I have no idea how these guns ended up in their hands," replied the officer, relieved to hear Gale was unharmed.

The Island of Despair crossed Gale's mind.

Previously, the police had confiscated a large cache of advanced international weapons at their base in X City. With enough money, these mercenaries could certainly obtain weapons through those channels.

He found it unsurprising.

Gale asked, "Do I need to go to the police station to give a statement after this?' "Even though you helped US out, we still have to go through the motions. It's all part of the process. I hope you get where we’re coming from," replied the officer.

"I understand," Gale replied indifferently.

"By the way, you've got some serious skills. Taking on two armed mercenaries solo? Everthoughtm about joihing the force? I know you're not from around here, but we sure could use someone like you," offered the officer.

When he saw Gale being dragged out by the mercenaries, he thought Gale was in grave danger.

Even if they had not shot him, they would have likely killed him after escaping.

However, to his surprise, Gale managed to kick two mercenaries out of the car, giving the sniper and another person a chance to act.

It was truly remarkable.

If Gale joined the police, he could certainly qualify for special forces!

Even if his status made it hard to join special forces, they could still use someone like him in the regular police force.

If that did not work, he could at least be their trainer!

"I'm sorry, I'm not interested," Gale declined without a second thought.

He picked up the fallen earphones on the ground and put them on. There was no sound. He wondered if Gordan was fine.

From the looks of it just now, Gordon injured his hand but did not seem to have any other injuries.

Still, riding with an injured hand was worrisome.

Gale could not help but admire Gordan's grit. Taking a bullet and still keeping control of the wheel, that was something else.

"Well, everything here is under control now. I'm gonna take off if everything's cool. Jystgiveme dring when you need my statement, and 'l swing by the station to cooperate."

After that, Gale turned around and left.

Twins In Her Womb: Sir President Please Be Gentle Chapter 3200-Shouldn't Have Taken Someone Else's Word For It The wheels of the car driven by Gale had been removed by Rain. He had no choice but to leave on foot.

As the police officer watched him leave from behind, he could not help but shake his head. "What a waste. With skills like that, he'd be a perfect fit at our precinct.” However, considering Gale was under Luke, he did not push further. The officer just shook his head and then directed the operations at the scene.

Since there had been a gunfight, they needed to secure the area, find the bullets, and then write a report.

It was quite a serious incident.

Fortunately, there were no casualties on their side, and they did not let the suspect escape either.

A few police officers were busy cordoning off the area to prevent vehicles from entering. Meanwhile, the escort team successfully brought Matysh to the courthouse's back entrance.

A court officer came forward. He checked Matysh's identity and then escorted him inside. They had heard about the gunfight and were surprised Matysh was still brought over on time.

The court officer was impressed by these escorting officers and asked with concern, "How's everything? Our colleagues are okay, right?"

"No problem. There are no casualties. Let's go," replied one of the officers. They wanted to ensure Matsyh could smoothly reach the courtroom.

At that moment, among the crowd standing at the main entrance, someone suddenly spoke up, "Someone appeared on the live broadcast!

Has the suspect been taken inside?"

When the others heard this, they took out their phones to watch the live feed.

"When did this happen? We didn't see any cars going in!"

"Yeah, what's going on?"

"Did you forget? The courthouse has a back door. I think he was escorted in from there."

After someone reminded them about it, a few of them were dissatisfied. They said to the court officers at the door, "Come on, what's with this?

Yeah, there are more people here, but there’s no need to sneak in through the back door. We just wanna give that guy a piece of our minds.” "Yeah, exactly! We’re just regular folks here, pissed off and wanting to give that guy a good chewing out. Did you guys really have to sneak him in through the back door?"

Many of them were angry and wanted to sit in on the proceedings, but the courtroom had limited seating. Furthermore, the courthouse knew there was a lot of public interest in the case. Allowing everyone in would have caused chaos, so they tightly regulated who could attend and how many.

People who were not directly related to the case were unable to listen in and could only watch online.

However they vented their frustrations while watching the live stream, it would not affect the courtroom's order.

That was the courthouse's original intention.

These spectators had no choice but to abide by it. They stood here with the intention of giving Matysh a piece of their mind, but unexpectedly, the courthouse did not even give them that chance.

"Alright, cut it out, guys. I heard some folks were even thinking about pulling a heist midway, and there was gunfire. With this many people around, who knows who's among US? The courthouse is doing this for everyone's safety, so let's stop all the yelling."

A bystander, witnessing the uproar among the crowd, raised his voice in protest.

He claimed that bringing the suspect in through the back door was for everyone's safety.

When they heard the mention of a gunfight, a palpable silence fell over them.

They felt that such things were far removed from their lives, so learning about the gunfight only fueled their anger even more.

"It's all because of that foreigner. He should be sentenced to death!"

"Yeah, he should be sentenced to death. What a despicable person!"

The crowd voiced one after another. Journalists standing at the door filmed the angry crowd continuously, reporting on the scene while also covering the gunfight incident.

Walter sat in the lounge, scrolling through the online comments. He put on a faint smile.

Luke had appointed him as the plaintiffs lawyer, implying he should do his best to ensure Matysh received a harsh sentence.

However serious Matysh's crimes were, the law stood firm. No matter how angry the public might be, the sentencing would be based on the severity of the offense.

It was not about what he said or what the judge said in terms of years. Every suspect's trial underwent rigorous questioning before reaching a conclusion.

If the convicted party was not satisfied, they could appeal. This ensured every case got a fair and open hearing.

Initially, Walter had been thinking about what arguments could persuade the judge to add two more years to Matysh's sentence. He did not expect the opportunity to arrive now.

Matysh had masterminded this elaborate scheme.

Such things had been unprecedented in A City for years. It was truly a tale of intrigue and wonder.

However, Matysh's actions now provided Walter with the arguments and means to push for a heavier sentence.

Although Matysh had not been sentenced yet, his escape constituted another charge. Adding an additional charge was a simple matter for people like him.

"Mr. Long, here's a message from over there. The court will convene in ten minutes." Walter's assistant entered.

"Alright. Got it," Walter responded.

The assistant then handed him a cup of coffee. "Mr. Long, here's your coffee."

Walter frowned. "I didn't ask you to buy me coffee."

The assistant was puzzled. "Wasn't it you who told me to get coffee?"

Walter smirked, suddenly realizing something. He shook his head and said, "I didn't ask you to get me coffee."

He wondered why Walter would pass him the message that way when Walter could just call him.

"If I needed your help, I wouldn't have gotten someone to relay the message.

They played a trick on you," said Walter. He eyed the coffee cup, suspecting it might be spiked.

As for why the café willingly added something extra to the coffee, it was undoubtedly for money.

Walter did not expect people in this day and age to still use such crude tactics.

However, it was fortunate he had made it a habit not to consume any beverages delivered to him before a court session or bought from outside. Until now, no one had been able to put one over on him.

"I was going to call and confirm with you, but I couldn't reach you on your phone. I don't know why. I was afraid of delaying things so /quickly bought it!" the assistant explained why he did not call Walter first after receiving the message from someone else. It was because Walter could not be reached.

Walter frowned and glanced at his phone. Everything seemed fine. The signal was strong. Just moments ago, he was able to watch live broadcasts from major media outlets.

Still, there was no reason for his assistant to lie to him.

Even though there was no reason to deceive him, a mistake had been made.

Walter asked, "How long have you been working for me?"

'That's strange. Just now, someone outside said you told me to get you a cup of coffee. He ever phentioned you wanted it from that spot across the courthouse entrance," explained the assistant, looking perplexed.

"It's been two years," the assistant replied honestly.

"Since you've been with me for two years, whether we're overseas or back

home, you should know I don't drink anything bought outside before a court session-not even water from the courthouse, said Walter, emphasizing that he always brought his own thermos to court sessions.

He only drank his own brewed coffee or plain water.

The assistant naturally knew this. He nodded, admitting his mistake. "I'm sorry. I shouldn't have taken someone else's word for it."