Son-In-Law Madness

Chapter 803

Hannah waved her hand, indicating that she wasn't thirsty.

“Is the intel that Marcelo's here accurate? Who provided it?” asked Lincoln.

“It's accurate. One of our subordinate's intelligence officers provided this information.” Published by Nôv'elD/rama.Org.

Seeing that Hannah still appeared anxious, Lincoln was going to suggest she relax. To his surprise, a bicycle suddenly bumped into him.

“I'm so sorry. I was staring in the other direction, so I didn't notice there was someone here,” the stranger apologized.

Reflexively, Lincoln placed his hand on his gun.

However, when he saw the person who crashed into him was a middle-aged man, he lowered his guard. “You should be careful while riding a bicycle. I'm fine, but what if you had collided with an older individual?”

Expeditiously, the middle-aged man apologized, “You're right. I should've been more careful. How about a pear?”

Just as he finished speaking, he reached his hand into the bicycle basket, looking as if he was going to grab a pear.

When Lincoln was about to decline the offer, the middle-aged man removed a handgun from the basket. Without delay, he aimed the barrel at Lincoln's forehead and pulled the trigger.

When Morton Reed was about to draw his firearm after hearing the gunshot, he took a bullet from a nearby woman pretending to read a magazine.

Concurrently, the other members of Kenfort Wolves guarding the back door were ambushed.

In less than half a minute, every member of Kenfort Wolves guarding the exit was killed.

The middle-aged man grinned at Hannah. “I've heard plenty about you, Professor Nixon. I've always wanted to invite you for coffee, but I never had the chance. We're only here for a small fish, but I didn't expect we'd catch a big one, too.”

Even though the middle-aged man was still pointing the gun at Hannah, she wasn't afraid.

Frowning, she questioned, “I can't believe you have the nerve to open fire in Pollerton casually.”

“Why wouldn't we have the nerve to?” The middle-aged man smiled. “The boat that'll be picking us up has already docked at the quay, so we should go now. It'll be too late to flee when the cops arrive.”

Boom!

Just as the middle-aged man finished his sentence, an explosion occurred on the third floor.

Hannah scowled when she saw the magnitude of the blast. “Room 1108 is a trap you all set up! Marcelo isn't there at all!”

“Of course, it's a trap.” The middle-aged man tilted his head and held a briefcase. Meanwhile, she saw

Marcelo brought out by someone from another floor.

Then, the middle-aged man turned to Hannah. “Please follow us, Professor Nixon.”

Once Hannah and Marcelo entered the vehicle that the man's group had prepared beforehand, they were brought to a cargo ship at Dock 7.

The ship was humongous and was filled to the brim with containers.

Once the vessel left the harbor, the middle-aged man put away his gun.

Everyone on the ship was part of his group. Their escape was guaranteed unless Pollerton dispatched the navy.

Even if the people in Pollerton locked onto the cargo ship at that moment, they still needed time to mobilize the navy and block the path.

Thanks to the middle-aged man's organization, two submarines were waiting at Pollerton's sea border as a backup.

When Hannah was brought to the deck, the middle-aged man held a cigar in his hand while sitting on a chair. Smiling, he said, “I forgot to introduce myself. The name's Celeb Rate, the third captain of Bloody Hand. This is my deputy captain, Thom Matoll who is also the intelligence officer of Kenfort Wolves team.”

Then, he shrugged. “Honestly, thanks to the stupid sense of honor you people uphold, we're able to put our undercover deputy captain in Kenfort Wolves to good use. It saved us a lot of trouble.”