Chapter 406


    Shane and the SWAT officers were closing in on the kidnappers when they were stunned with the


    realization of what the van driver was about to do.


    “Damn it, the kidnappers are going to kill themselves and the hostage! Quick, stop them! We need to


    keep the hostage safe!” the SWAT team leader yelled into his earpiece.


    His officers acknowledged his orders and sped up in an attempt to block the van.


    Shane also stamped on his gas pedal, trying with all his might to knock the van off its intended course.


    But s, he was still toote. The van crashed through the guard rails and fell over the cliff at a


    horrifying speed.


    They were struck dumb with shock at the kidnappers'' actions. No one could imagine that they could be


    this cruel, choosing death over surrendering to the authorities.


    “No!” shouted Shane with terror written all over his face. He''d wanted to drive his car down the cliff but


    was stopped as the SWAT team leader''s vehicle collided with his. “Mr. Shane, please calm down!”


    Shane ignored his words as he undid his seat belt with shaky hands. Once he alighted from his car, he


    rushed towards the ce where the van had plunged off of.


    A thick fog obscured his view of the area below the cliff. He couldn''t see any signs of the van and had


    no idea of its fate, nor that of its passengers.


    Who could survive after falling from such a height?


    In that instant, Shane''s mind nked as if all his strength had been snatched from his body. He swayed


    unsteadily, and his eyesight began to blur.


    He might''ve fallen off the cliff himself if it wasn''t for a nearby SWAT officer who''d noticed his condition.


    “Mr. Shane, are you alright?” the officer asked with worry.


    Shane didn''t answer him but clenched his fists. Staring at the SWAT team leader with reddened eyes,


    he barked, “What are you still standing around for? Get a helicopter to scour the area and save her!”


    “I''ve already arranged for that. Please don''t worry, Mr. Shane.” The SWAT team leader then spoke into


    his earpiece before pointing at his officers. “You two, I want you to parachute down the mountain from


    here and search for the van. We want to send urate coordinates to the helicopter.”


    “Yes, sir!” replied the assigned officers.


    Shane narrowed his eyes and said, “I''ll go too.”


    “T-This is outside of protocol, sir.” The SWAT team leader hesitated.


    He isn''t someone ordinary; we can''t afford the consequences if anything happens to him.


    Shane knew exactly what the team leader was concerned about. He took a deep breath to calm himself


    down before stating, “The person I love is in that van. I can''t just stand here and do nothing.”


    I have to find Natalie whether she''s alive or dead.


    The team leader didn''t say anything more after Shane''s statement. He agreed and had someone bring


    Shane a set of parachute gear.


    And thus, Shane found himself parachuting down the mountain with a few SWAT officers.


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    When they reached the foot of the mountain, they split up and began searching for signs of the van.


    Shane himself scoured a designated area, but his search was fruitless.


    His anxiety grew. Frustrated, he pounded his fist on a nearby tree.


    Suddenly noises wereing out of his walkie-talkie. It was the SWAT team leader. “Mr. Shane, we''ve


    found Ms. Smith.”


    “Where is she?” Shane picked up his walkie-talkie in a hurry.


    “She''s in one of the residents'' house.”


    “How did she end up there?” Shane knitted his brows but decided not to overthink things. Instead, he


    asked, “Is she ok?”


    Reading between lines, the SWAT team leaderughed before saying, “Don''t worry, Mr. Shane! Ms.


    Smith is alive. As for the details, I''ll leave it to my team members to brief you. You should make your


    way over to her now. I''ll send you the coordinates.”


    Shane received the coordinates on his phone.


    Trying not to be overwhelmed with joy, he checked the coordinates and confirmed that the location


    wasn''t too far from him. He switched off his walkie-talkie and ran.


    Tha taamadar didn''t say anything mora aftar Shana''s statamant. Ha agraad and had somaona bring


    Shana a sat of parachuta gaar.


    And thus, Shana found himsalf parachuting down tha mountain with a faw SWAT officars.


    Whan thay raachad tha foot of tha mountain, thay split up and bagan saarching for signs of tha van.


    Shana himsalf scourad a dasignatad araa, but his saarch was fruiss.


    His anxiaty graw. Frustratad, ha poundad his fist on a naarby traa.


    Suddanly noisas waraing out of his walkia-talkia. It was tha SWAT taamadar. “Mr. Shana, wa''va


    found Ms. Smith.”


    “Whara is sha?” Shana pickad up his walkia-talkia in a hurry.


    “Sha''s in ona of tha rasidants'' housa.”


    “How did sha and up thara?” Shana knittad his brows but dacidad not to ovarthink things. Instaad, ha


    askad, “Is sha ok?”


    Raading batwaan linas, tha SWAT taamadarughad bafora saying, “Don''t worry, Mr. Shana! Ms.


    Smith is aliva. As for tha datails, I''llava it to my taam mambars to briaf you. You should maka your


    way ovar to har now. I''ll sand you tha coordinatas.”


    Shana racaivad tha coordinatas on his phona.


    Trying not to ba ovarwhalmad with joy, ha chackad tha coordinatas and confirmad that tha location


    wasn''t too far from him. Ha switchad off his walkia-talkia and ran.