“If she loses her memory, I think it will be the best choice. If it seeds, it will be logical to get rid of Morris to eliminate future problems. Their children, in the future, will stay in the hidden tribe, that is also my grandson and granddaughter, I naturally will not treat them badly.”


    Cindere Sabastian nned the future.


    …


    Reginald Dana hung up the phone and walked out of the crowd, standing at the front, looking straight at Vivian, “Miss Vivian, I advise you toe back with us. I don’t want to, to get handsy with you.”


    “Then let’s just stand still, I don’t believe that more than a hundred of you won’t eat or drink.”


    Her words sounded like a joke, but who knew that Vivian turned around, propped his hand on the hood, jumped upward, sat on the hood, and just wiggled his legs in a leisurely manner, not anxious at all.


    The time passed, Vivian seemed calm and unhurried, but she raised her wrist from time to time to look at the time of the watch, then revealed her anxiety.


    The two groups of people have been at a standstill for two hours.


    Reginald Dana had the impression that Vivian was deliberately stalling, but couldn’t figure out what she was trying to do with it.


    Across the street, Kerwin walked up to Vivian and lowered his voice, “It’s been over two hours, Dixon and the others should be close to sess.”


    The reason Vivian went with Kerwin from the south side of the mountain was to stall Dixon for time so that they could take the One Piece House people and set off from another mountain road.


    Even though that road was farther away and rugged and steep, it would be smoother without them in the way.


    Vivian looked up at the zing sun in the sky, the light of the burning sun was particrly blinding, Vivian slightly squinted her eyes, raised her hand to ruffle the wind whipped hair behind her ear, “I hope everything goes well for them.”


    After Dixon came to the Hidden Tribe, Morris had already told Dixon all about his manpower and distribution locations.


    After getting the topographical map of the Western Research Institute, Vivian and Dixon traveled separately, and Dixon mobilized all the experts Morris had arranged in the Hidden Tribe and all set off for the Western Research Institute.


    With so many people, I believe it should be no problem.


    But for some reason, Vivian’s right eyelid kept jumping, making her feel especially insecure.Content from N?velDr(a)ma.Org.


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    Kerwin’s cell phone suddenly rang, he swept a nce at the phone number, and immediately answered it.


    “Boss, something’s wrong. We’ve been ambushed by the enemy and have suffered heavy losses.”


    The other party reported the situation over there, and at the same time, Kerwin also heard the sound of firefightinging from over there.


    “What’s going on?”


    He asked.


    “I don’t know. We had an impromptu n, but the other side apparently already knew everything about us, set a trap, and gave us a jar.”


    “What about Dixon?”


    “I got separated from Dixon and the others, my brothers are all dead, I’m the only one left.”


    “You …” Kerwin hesitated for two seconds, nced at Vivian, and lowered his voice: “Protect yourself and pull back immediately.”


    Vivian listened to Kerwin’s call and knew there had been an ident, “What the hell is going on?”


    Kerwin leaned closer to Vivian and whispered, “Dixon and the others made it to the West End Institute, but Deborah Baron had already set up an ambush and came to ‘lure the king into a jar’, with heavy losses.”


    “How could this happen?”


    Vivian’s heart thumped, and the taut thread snapped right off.


    She jumped off the hood, not knowing whether it was a broken foot or her body seemed to be taken away from her strength, and stumbled weakly.


    Kerwin’s quick eyes and hands held her up, “Is it okay?”