Chapter 607
Chapter 607:
Then Ashton posed his ultimate query. “Is the spot where you’ve stashed Abrial really secluded?”
Red Jack burst into applause, chuckling heartily. “Absolutely, it’s the epitome of secluded! I’m impressed by your quick wits, nailing the answer so swiftly!”
Without a word, Ashton surveyed the restaurant before striding out.
Guided by Red Jack’s clues, he had pieced together a theory.
Since Red Jack was leveraging Abrial’s safety as the stakes of their perilous game, he wouldn’t end her life outright—doing so would nullify the need for further play.
Thus, Ashton deduced that any subsequent hints from Red Jack were mere decoys. The conclusion was: Abrial was indeed alive, secreted somewhere within the resort, likely somewhere not overly challenging to uncover.
Red Jack observed Ashton’s departure with a gleam of anticipation, making no attempt to hinder him.
A few henchmen, disguised as staff at the resort, exchanged confused glances. One of them whispered, “Mr. Red Jack, such chances to eliminate him are few. Are we really just going to watch him walk away?”
With a dismissive smirk, Red Jack retorted, “Exactly. It’s because such opportunities are rare that this is merely the opening round. A far grander surprise awaits him!”
At this, the henchmen’s curiosity was piqued, wondering what kind of “surprise” Red Jack had in store for Ashton next.
Though the resort sprawled across a vast estate, the fact that Abrial was concealed somewhere accessible greatly reduced Ashton’s search areas. Ashton had previously scoured numerous hiding spots, so a mere five minutes sufficed to inspect the remaining locations. Within three minutes, Ashton stumbled upon Abrial, bound in a storage room.
Her attire was undisturbed, and her skin bore no marks of violence.
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Yet, Ashton’s relief was short-lived; encircling Abrial’s waist was a belt laden with TNT explosives. As soon as Ashton swung the storage room door open, a chilling “beep” sounded from the explosives’ detonator. Simultaneously, a tape recorder perched in the corner crackled to life, emanating the sinister tones of Red Jack’s voice.
“Bravo on navigating the first game. Alas, celebrations must wait. The next challenge commences now. You have three minutes to disarm the bomb strapped to this woman. Fail, and the consequence will be explosive.”
With those ominous words hanging in the air, the door clanged shut behind Ashton, and the countdown on Abrial’s explosive belt commenced.
When Ashton stormed into the storage room, Abrial’s heart initially leaped with joy.
Yet, as Red Jack’s chilling words echoed in the room, her hope turned to ice-cold despair.
Then she saw it—the bomb wrapped around her waist, its sinister clock ticking toward oblivion. Her voice quaked, a tremor of helplessness cutting through her words. “I’m so sorry, Ashton. This mess… it’s all on me. If I hadn’t dragged you here to unwind, you wouldn’t be in the jaws of danger now.”
Ashton didn’t respond with words. His gaze hardened as he looked toward the iron door sealing them in. In one swift, powerful kick, he sent it flying open.
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