As the image of that car appeared, everyone in the hall gasped.
The license plate appeared to be quickly replaced after the car trunk popped open, with
the trunk jumping up and down.
The car kept moving slowly, never stopping.
This subtle change was hard to notice.
Atlas caught onto this clue.
A police officer beside Dylan immediately instructed his subordinate, "Zoom in on that
license plate and find the owner!" Soon, the information came back.
The plate was fake and was registered to a large truck.
I stared at the big screen in despair, afraid the car would disappear again.
Presumably, they had used this clever trick to swap out the front plate earlier.
So, this car seemed to vanish into thin air right before everyone's eyes.
We could conclude that our previous speculation about child abduction for ransom was
unfounded.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtThis was a premeditated kidnapping.
I was stunned by this scene, my mind racing, wondering who could do such a thing.
What were their intentions? Why take my child, and with such craftiness? If it were a
simple kidnapping for money, we would have received a ransom call by now.
This wasn't a straightforward kidnapping.
Why have a grudge against such a young child? I couldn’t even imagine what Ava is going
through right now.
Tears blurred my vision as I looked at Atlas, whispering, Who are they? What do they
want?" Atlas tightened his arm around me and said, "Don't be afraid.
They won't get away.
We're going to get Ava back.
Trust me!" What more could I say? If I couldn’t trust him, who could I trust? At this
moment, he once again became my sole pillar of strength.
His hand tightened, patting my back as he held me close, his eyes fixed coldly on the
screen showing the car's movements.
Then he turned to Dylan, his voice sharp.
"Get ready!" Though only two words, they carried a chilling edge.
His deep-set eyes were locked onto the prey, like a hawk focused on its target.
Dylan immediately understood Atlas's meaning, his dark eyes flashing with determination.
He exchanged a glance with Atlas before leaving.
I didn't know what "get ready" meant in this context, but I knew Dylan was off to set up
the rescue mission.
I instinctively tooka deep breath, trying to ease my nerves.
The car on the screen had already left the main road and exited the roundabout.
Watching it drive further and further into the desolation, I grew more and more anxious.
"Where are they headed?" I was losing my composure, resenting Atlas for his calm
demeanor.
As the car continued into the wilderness, heading further west, Atlas suddenly held me
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"It's sealed off!" Atlas immediately turned to another companion.
"Let's go!" I followed him as he turned, completely passive, supported by his lead.
My legs were unsteady and weak.
Perhaps he found my pace too slow, and he lifted me.
He placed me into an off-road vehicle, not the one we arrived in, and a few identical cars
followed behind.
Once we were in, the car sped off at lightning speed.
Even on this nearly empty main road, I felt it was too slow.
My daughter had been away from her family for almost two hours.
The sun was setting, and I knew our chances of success would significantly decrease once
night fell.
I clenched my fists tightly, my heart feeling as if it had been torn apart.
We were now on the same path that the car had taken.