Chapter 302


    "Jenna..." Trevor wanted to stop her but it was already toote. "Quick. Follow her and protect her.


    She''s pregnant with a child." He instructed the young man next to him.


    These bodyguards had all been personally trained by him in the past, and he had always treated


    them well. Even though he had been paralyzed for the past few years, the moment he woke up and


    wanted to look for them, all of them returned with merely a phone call.


    He watched Jenna''s figure far away with a worried heart, and shook his head. He regretted telling


    her this news. Initially, Minnie would probably be the only victim, but now that she had known about


    it, who knows if she''d do anything under impulse?


    Trevor''s expression was solemn.


    Jenna had been through so much hardship, yet her kind-heartedness had never changed. This was


    the part of her that he admired the most!


    "Rayan, please, take me to Brock." Jenna rushed to the front desk. Rayan was sitting gracefully on


    the couch reading some newspapers, and his brows furrowed every once in a while. She rushed up


    to him within a few steps and pleaded while she held his hand, and her eyes were full of worry.


    "What''s wrong?" Rayan was shocked by Jenna''s behavior. He sat up straight and looked at her with


    a puzzled face as he kept the newspapers.


    "Rayan, let''s go. Hurry up. I have no time to exin it to you now. Take me to Brock, please." Jenna


    put her hands together, making a pleading gesture, and pulled onto his arms, wanting to leave.


    Rayan pursed his lips, frowned slightly, and grabbed Jenna''s hand.


    "Jen, are you sure you want to do this?" His voice was calm, neither anxious nor impatient. "It''s not


    that easy to go to Brock''s ce."


    Jenna didn''t have time to think about it. She just nodded her head in a hurry, with beads of sweat


    dripping on her forehead.


    "I have to go and save her. We don''t have much time. I''m worried that we won''t be able to make it


    on time," she said fretfully. "It doesn''t matter where she is. I have to go find her."


    "You? Are you sure you won''t end up being a victim yourself?" Rayan gave her nce. He wanted


    tough, but he couldn''t.


    "Rayan, we have no other choice. If there is a chance to save her, then we must try. I know that


    you''re capable, and you know how to deal with all sorts of people. I can only beg you now," she said


    with a distressed face. She was concerned, and her voice had a crying tone.


    "Aih!" Rayan shook his head and sighed. "Silly girl. She treated you so badly yet you''re still being so


    kind to her."


    At that moment, Jenna was a little stunned. She didn''t tell him whom she was going to save, but it


    seemed as if Rayan already knew. Did he already know about everything?


    However, she didn''t have the mood to ask these questions. She just dragged him outside.


    "Alright, I''ll bring you there. But promise me that once we get there, you''ll listen to my instructions


    and not make any impulsive moves." He ordered as he nodded and approved, worrying that she


    would do something dangerous out of impulse. After all, she was still pregnant. Honestly, he felt that


    it wasn''t worth the effort to save a woman like Minnie.


    "Alright, I will do it. I will listen to your instructions." Jenna nodded repeatedly to show agreement,


    knowing that she would be depending on him.


    Seeing that he had no other way to stop her, Rayan shook his head and brought her out.


    On the beach of the vast ocean, the dark night hung over the surface of the ocean like a big.


    The night sky was silent, and a cold wind blew across the sea. The night of New Year''s day was


    extraordinarily cold.


    Brock stood in the cabin of the ship, and a bloodthirsty light shed in his fierce and ruthless eyes.


    The huge scar on his face twitched every once in a while as he smoked his cigarette. The light


    altered from dark to bright, like a wildfire in the night.


    There was only a dark circle of light on the ship. The ship was anchored at a dark and unnoticeable


    corner so that it wouldn''t attract any attention.


    Several figures approached the ship and hopped onto it.


    Muffled cries came from the sack they were carrying.


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    "Boss, we''ve caught her." Damon stepped forward and eximed.


    "What about the money? Did you get the money?" Brock didn''t bother looking at the person they


    were carrying. He was more concerned about the other five million. ording to the contract, he


    would be paid five million first, and then paid the other five million after they have sessfully


    caught the girl.


    "Yes, it''s here." Damon took out a ck leather suitcase. Brock opened it and shone a torchlight


    onto it. Seeing that it was filled with stacks of newly minted cash, he nodded, and a satisfied smile


    appeared on his face.


    "That woman is all yours. Enjoy her while you can, and get rid of the baby in her womb as soon as


    possible. The moment our helicopter arrives, we have to leave immediately," Brock said maliciously


    as he waved at them.


    "Alright. Thank you, boss." Damon led the two men to the cabin.


    "Ah, don''t!" In an instant, the scream of a woman was heard.


    "Damon, you can go first. We''ll do it afterwards." The lustful voice of a man sounded, as heavy and


    hasty breathes could be heard.


    "F*ck, hurry up. Someone grab her hands, and someone hold onto her legs. I''ll take my pants off," a


    rude male voice scolded.


    "Yes, boss." It was a rushed voice.


    Soon, a shrill scream red into the dark night sky.


    But very soon, they stuffed her mouth, and darkness swallowed everything. All the crimes started to


    happen.


    "Mr. Matthews, I''ve received news that Brock and his minions nned to leave after an hour.


    Jonas''s helicopter will be arriving soon. If we don''t catch him this time, it will be harder in the future."


    Christopher was leading his subordinates to surround and capture everyone left in Brock''sir. The


    initial n was to nab Brock alive at twelve o''clock at midnight, but hearing this news made him a


    little worried.


    That guy had probably received news about their n and wanted to leave two hours earlier!


    This caught him off guard. What made him even more worried was that he wouldn''t be able to


    complete the mission that Hansen had given him. He had pledged to Hansen that he would capture


    Brock alive that night, and he would be able to interrogate him. After all, this matter had been


    dyed by him for a long time because he was concerned about the whole situation.


    Hansen''s furious face shed across his mind. He felt chills run down his spine, and his intuition


    was filled with gloom. That''s it. Hansen was definitely not going to let him get away with it!


    "Firstly, the police of the neighboring district will form a team and rush to the beach to stop Brock. If


    they can''t stop him, at least they will try to dy his departure, and we will surround him as soon as


    possible. We have to get Brock alive. He''s the head of a drug trafficking organization. If we catch


    him, he''ll be able to give us a lot of important clues and information, and we''ll be able to capture the


    entire drug trafficking organization." Christopher ordered Charles Grote, the vice director of the


    police bureau, who was next to him.


    After receiving the order, Charles quickly contacted the Public Security Department of the


    neighboring district.


    The cold wind in the dark night ruthlessly engulfed the bright light by the sea.


    A bloody smell diffused through the air above the ship.


    All of a sudden, the sound of speedboats red on the surface of the sea, and swiftly approached


    the ship.


    Brock was holding Jennifer Owen as the both of them started to get intimate. They would be able to


    leave the ce soon. Once the clock strikes ten, Jonas'' minions woulde and fetch them, and


    they would be able to escape on the helicopter.


    It was only half an hour away to ten o''clock. The escape was imminent.


    The men were still enjoying in the cabin, and their heavy panting could be heard every once in a


    while. He smiled in disdain.


    Suddenly, a gunshot boomed in the night sky.


    Brock was dumbfounded, and quickly realized that something was wrong. His expression changed


    drastically as he pushed Jennifer away and stood up.


    "Don''t move. You''d better surrender." A ck gun was pointed at his back, and Jennifer screamed


    out of shock. She held her head and squatted at the side as she trembled with fear.


    "Quick. Tell all of your men to put their guns down and surrender, or their only consequence will be


    death," John said with a cold and hard voice as he took the gun out of Brock''s pocket and stuck it


    into his own. "Don''t make unnecessary struggles, We Grand Eagles have had our eyes on you for a


    long time. We''re all on the ship now, and we''ve got hold of all your men, resisting will only result in


    death," John yelled aggressively, his eyes were filled with ferocity and determination.


    Alvin jumped up from the side.


    "You didn''t expect to be captured by us so soon, did you?" The moment he got up, he gave Brock a


    hard kick, took out a cold pair of


    handcuffs, and cuffed them onto Brock''s hands.


    Hansen''s heart was burning with anxiety. Jenna''s face kept shing in his eyes, as he wondered


    how she was doing.


    As soon as his speed boat approached the ship, he quickly hopped onto the ship, but was stopped


    by someone next to him.


    "Mr. Richards, we do not haveplete control over the situation yet, it''s dangerous to go up


    there," he said.


    "Let go of me." Hansen could not wait any longer and red at him. At that moment, the sound of


    guns started to go off.


    A helicopter hovered in the sky, and guns were being shot from above. Fortunately, it was night time


    and the view was hazy. Hansen was forced to retreat to the speedboat.


    "Quick. The criminal gang who hase to aid Brock has arrived. Shoot immediately," Hansen said


    to Alvin through the walkie-talkie.


    Alvin immediately instructed the Grand Eagles to shoot at the helicopter.


    A battle between the gunmen broke out in the dark night.


    The people in the helicopter didn''t expect Brock''s ship to be taken control of. After a fierce battle,


    they could no longer put up the fight and retreated hurriedly.


    Hansen took advantage of the situation and leaped onto the ship.


    "Jenna, Jenna," he shouted in the ship anxiously and looked everywhere. He saw a man holding


    onto his pants as he was being restrained by the Grand Eagles, and realized something. A ''boom''


    sound went off in his brain. Darkness shed before his eyes, and he almost fell to the ground.


    With a "pong" sound, he rushed forward and kicked the man away. He shouted angrily as his veins


    popped across his face, "Where is she?"


    "Mr. Richards, there''s a woman here. I''m not sure if it''s our young madam." A frantic voice came


    from the cabin.


    Hansen''s mind rumbled, and he quickly leaped into the cabin.


    A womanid motionless in the cabin. Her clothes have been removed and her lower body was full


    of blood and dirt. It wasn''t certain whether she had fainted or was dead.


    Hansen screamed with worry, "Jenna!"


    At that moment, all the men in the cabin left in an instant.


    Hansen quickly took his clothes off and draped them over her body. He bent down and took a closer


    look at the woman under the dim light. It was a face that looked like Jenna, but it wasn''t Jenna!


    It was Minnie!


    He was taken aback for a moment, but then quickly came back to his senses, and a great sense of


    relief rose in his heart.


    Jenna was alright. At least he was sure that Jenna did not end up in Brock''s hands, meaning that


    Jenna would be fine. If so, where was she? He quickly started to worry again, could she have been


    kidnapped by them too?