“Yes President Lane, you mustn’t be impulsive!” The two bodyguards also scrambled to persuade.
Baird Lane’s temples bulged high, and the veins on his forehead were even more like they were going to burst, “With a blast of that magnitude, do you think she could outrun a fire that was spreading that fast at the speed she was running on her own?”
“This …” Gates choked.
Baird Lane stopped paying attention to him and tried to rush inside anyway.
Gates’ eyes flickered for a moment as he came back to his senses, and a decision was made in his mind, “President Lane, I’m sorry, please forgive me for doing this for your safety, and when you wake up, I’ll be at your disposal!”
As the words left his mouth, he took a deep breath, then raised his hand knife and slammed it into the back of Baird Lane’s neck.
Baird Lane frowned and lost consciousness on the spot.
“You two, take President Lane back first, I’ll handle it from here.” Gates commanded.
The two bodyguards lead the way and set Baird Lane up in the car.
With only Gates left in the room, he raised his eyes and looked deeply into the sea of fire in front of him, took out his cell phone and called the fire alarm, then headed toward the traffic police who were chasing after him.
After dealing with the retrograde violation, Gates stood and waited, waiting for the fire alarm to come and put out the fire.
The fire came quickly, with dozens of fire engines working together to extinguish the fire in a shocking scene.
But the fire was so great that it was not until dark that the blaze was completely extinguished.
But there is nothing here but nothing left, and the whole industrial area is in ruins, which is sad to see.
That’s when Gates’ cell phone, which he kept in his pocket, rang.
He stepped aside and held his cell phone out to answer it, “Yes?”
“Special Assistant Gates, President Lane is awake.” The man on the other end of the phone called back.
Gates glanced at the ruins behind him and rubbed his temples, “I see, you want to calm President Lane down, I’ll be right back.”
The call ended, Gates put away his cell phone and walked towards the fire captain, “Comrade, I have to leave first, if you guys go in to search later, if you search for a body, make sure to notify me right away!”
“Okay.” The ash-covered fire captain agreed.
Gates said thanks and drove off.
Two hours later, he arrived at the villa, and just as he walked into the room, a glass of water flew at him.
Gates saw it and knew who threw it and didn’t duck, letting the water glass hit on his head.
With a crack, the glass of water fell from his head to the ground in pieces, and she was smashed head over heels in a good way.
But Gates didn’t care, didn’t even bother to wipe the blood from his head, and headed straight for where the bed was.
Baird Lane is still in a sling from too much emotion during the day, causing congestion in his skull, and is too weak to get up at this point.
When he saw Gates, he remembered that Gates had knocked himself out, and his voice was cold as if he wanted to come from the Nine Hells, “Gates, how dare you!”
Gates lowered his eyelids, “I’m sorry President Lane, I shouldn’t have knocked you out, but I’m not sorry, I couldn’t put you in danger.”
Baird Lane sniffed, closed his eyes hard, and when he opened them again, they stabilized a little, “What’s the scene like? Did you find her?”
“The fire has been extinguished, the scene is all burned, nothing left, the fire brigade is cleaning up the scene, I have told them that if they find … body they’ll be notified immediately.” Gates whispered more and more.
The word corpse, in particular, took him almost as much courage to say.
Baird Lane’s eyes started to redden again, “Where the hell did you get the idea that she wasn’t in the car at the time?”
Gates did not dare to conceal what Molly Bort had said at the time.
“Molly Bort…” Baird Lane recited the words through gritted teeth, a fierce gleam in his eyes, “Go on, have her and that driver questioned properly, I don’t believe Christine White would get out of the car on her own!”
Molly Bort said Christine White was there to get to Mick White.
But he knew that Mick White had been at odds with her for a long time, and she had been tied up this time because of Mick White.
While she’s kind, she’s not bottomless kind, she would never get out of the car for Mick White, so the truth about how she actually got out of the car is definitely not simple.
Gates had obviously thought of this, and his eyes narrowed, and he was just about to answer the door to do as he was told, when the knock came at the door
He walked over and opened the door, and two figures walked in at a brisk pace.
One was Aunt Lucy and the other was Ives Norton in a white lab coat, both with sweaty faces and unsteady breathing, obviously rushing over.
“Sir, has the missus been saved?” Aunt Lucy asked anxiously as she ran to the bed.
Ives Norton didn’t say anything, but worried, nervous eyes looked at Baird Lane, equally waiting for his answer.
Baird Lane, his thin lips pursed and his air pressure low around him, did not answer.
Aunt Lucy was in a hurry, “Mr. …”
“Aunt Lucy,” Gates chortled, then gave her a wink.
Aunt Lucy, meaning to, turned and went out of the room, followed by Gates.
The only people left in the room are Baird Lane and Ives Norton.
They had been friends since childhood and knew each other better.
This look on Baird Lane’s face made Ives Norton realize something, his handsome face grew pale and his lips lost their blood, “Baird, something has happened to Christine hasn’t it?”
Baird Lane’s thin lips moved slightly, his voice hoarse like a few dozen years old, “After I saved her, I found the explosive bomb, and she didn’t get in the car …”
“What?” Ives Norton questioned emotionally as he grabbed him by the collar, “Why didn’t she get in the car? What were you doing? Why did you leave her behind?”
Three questions in a row made Baird Lane’s heart throb, both hands squeezed in a death grip, and the hangnail bleed back without even caring.
“I didn’t know she wasn’t in the car at the time, and I wasn’t in the same car as her!” Baird Lane returned with red eyes.
Ives Norton let go of him, “So where is she now?”
“Haven’t found … yet,” Baird Lane said, closing his eyes.
Ives Norton stumbled two steps, “Where did you have your accident?”
Baird Lane made no secret of the location of the industrial area.
Ives Norton turned away and drove toward the industrial area.
When we got there, the firemen hadn’t left yet, and hundreds of them were sweeping up the rubble in their heat-resistant suits.
Looking at the gruesome ruins, Ives Norton took off his glasses, his eyes were moist, and his heart was aching more than it should.
Burned like this, not to mention human beings, even the gods may not be able to survive.
“Dr. Norton.” A warm male voice suddenly sounded behind him.
Ives Norton rubbed his eyes and turned around, looking at the man walking towards him and thinking something looked familiar, “And you are?”
“Bess Camp, we met at Lane senior’s funeral.” Bess Camp held out his hand toward him.
Ives Norton, however, was in no mood to shake his hand and put on his glasses as he continued to look at the ruin, “What brings Mr. Toki here?”
“I know Ms. White, I’m going back home soon, I was going to go and say goodbye to her in person today, but after I went to the hospital, I learned that she had been kidnapped, and then people investigated and found out about it.”
“So that’s it.” Ives Norton murmured, sadness written all over his face.
Bess Camp looked at him like that and an unknown glint swept under his eyes, fleeting, “Dr. Norton cares for Ms. White?”
Ives Norton smiled sadly, “So what if I care, the people are probably gone …”
“Condolences!” Bess Camp spat two words softly.
Ives Norton sadly covered his face with one hand and didn’t answer.
Bess Camp tapped him on the shoulder, “Dr. Norton, it’s getting late.”
With that, and without waiting for Ives Norton to reply, he turned toward his car.
When they reached the car, the assistant whispered Bess Camp to report, “Chief Camp, Ms. White has a fever and signs of a miscarriage, we have to get her to a doctor right away!”
“Where is she?” Bess Camp asked.
The assistant pointed to the car in the back.
Bess Camp walks over and pulls the door open to a frighteningly white and soaked woman lying in the backseat, unmistakably Christine White.