"Mr. Kingston, once Anton goes upstairs, you can make your move; we’ll coordinate with you," ca the voice of his subordinate through the Bluetooth earpiece, whispering, "We’ve already taken care of four people; the rest shouldn’t be a problem."
Justin Kingston remained silent, placing full trust in them.
But until Mia was safely rescued, he couldn’t let his guard down.
Elias Colton’s smug gaze fell on Anton Miller, and he ordered his n, "Search his pockets for any weapons!"
Downstairs, one of Justin Kingston’s n walked out.
He had already quietly changed clothes; his height and hairstyle resembled the man who had been knocked out, even his face sowhat similar, so much so that one wouldn’t recognize him without a closer look.
The main thing was that Elias Colton would never guess that Justin Kingston’s people had already infiltrated.
He conducted a thorough search of Anton Miller, right in front of Elias Colton.
Finding a gun tucked in his waistband, their eyes t for a brief second, and the subordinate shook his head, whispering, "The gasoline concentration is too high; firing a gun is risky." He continued his search.
"Boss, there’s nothing!" The man replied a minute later.
"Good!" Elias Colton laughed more wantonly and told Justin Kingston, "As long as I see Anton Miller upstairs, I’ll release Mia imdiately!"
Anton Miller knelt and moved forward, step by step... so humiliatingly, he entered the warehouse!
Ian Shelby’s brow furrowed tightly.
This scene deeply touched Justin Kingston’s heart, his deep eyes slightly moist.
"Mr. Kingston, there’s no need for you to co up!" Elias Colton shouted from upstairs, "Once he’s up, I’ll toss your woman down; whether you can catch her depends on your skills!"
Elias Colton estimated that the floor wasn’t too high and that there were two people downstairs, so she shouldn’t get hurt. He trusted Justin Kingston’s abilities.
Mia, however, was desperate, really afraid that once Anton ca up, he’d never co back.
Anton Miller, amidst humiliation and endurance, soon kneeled to the stairs, his mind filled with worry and attachnt for Mia.
As long as she was out of danger, he would tear Elias Colton to pieces!
Even if it ant perishing with him!
Everyone inside and outside the workshop could sll the strong scent of gasoline.
Elias Colton never hoped Mia would die.
So he told Justin Kingston, "Once you catch her, leave imdiately, as this place will soon beco a sea of fire."
Justin Kingston’s dazzlingly handso face remained icy as he assessed the height of the second floor, the length of the rope, and gauged Elias Colton’s likelihood of distraction upon seeing Anton Miller.
He calculated the most advantageous position to strike, ensuring Mia’s safety.
His mind ran through sets of data, analyzing them with machine-like precision.
Aiming for zero error, striving for everything to be under his control.
Anton Miller’s knees quickly beca skinned; the ground was uneven, littered with everything—gravel, small stones, discarded objects—aching his knees.
The further he went, the more pungent the gasoline sll beca.
This concentration was no joke; Elias Colton intended to go down together.
Anton Miller had long disregarded his life or death; he had only one thought: to save Mia!
On the stairs, damp gasoline continued to trickle down... constantly flowing.
Mixed with dust suspended in the air, there was a rotting sll, also the sll of death.
The three months spent with Mia at the seaside villa were the happiest tis of Anton Miller’s life.
Scenes flashed through his mind, one after another, her every move, every smile.
Though he never had her, she had once been so close to him...
Sleeping on the sa floor, eating in the sa restaurant.
Basking under the sun in the sa courtyard, watching TV on the sa sofa...
Anton Miller’s pants absorbed with gasoline, filthy, sticky, and heavy.
He was about to reach the second floor.
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