Chapter 227: Frederick Owed Them!

“What? Didn’t General Hawthorne have a tracker on him? As a precaution, we prepared several tracking devices.”

“Yes, General Hawthorne had trackers hidden in his clothes, hair, and ears.” Others were also shocked. Frederick and Richard had years of experience fighting terrorists. Tracking was a piece of cake for them; they would naturally make adequate preparations.

Frederick had also anticipated that they would ask him to undress and check, possibly even his shoes and hair. His most concealed tracker was in his ear, very tiny. It would generally go unnoticed unless someone was looking closely with bright light and pulling on his ear. Frederick hadn’t noticed that the tracker had malfunctioned yet.

He had already changed his clothes and shoes, but the trackers in his hair and ear were still there. He was now riding a motorcycle, continuously moving forward according to the instructions on the phone.

What neither he nor Richard had anticipated was that they had made all the preparations on the road. The motorcycle was equipped with professional devices. Any electronic instruments, including trackers, Bluetooth, or car phones, would be disabled.

Richard was pacing anxiously.

“What should we do, Adjutant Parker? General Hawthorne completely disappeared from our sight without sending any signal.”

“Will something happen to General Hawthorne?” Others were also frantic.

“No. It’s unlikely that he would have an accident in such a short time. Now, immediately send people to General Hawthorne’s last known location and conduct a secret outward search. Remember, it must be done secretly. We cannot alert others, especially government departments.”

Richard was indeed panicked, but he knew he had to stay calm at this moment. With Frederick gone, the Kingstown Security Department still needed him to hold the fort. After giving these instructions, Richard clenched his hands tightly and silently prayed for Frederick in his heart.

At this moment, Mark’s brother, Alan Gonzales, was sitting with his legs crossed, sipping coffee, and looking at the big screen in front of him.

“Frederick, this time I will make you wish you were dead!” Alan sneered and hummed a tune.

He would never forget the sight of Mark’s body years ago—his face was a bloody mess, and his body was blown to pieces by a bomb. The first thing found was Mark’s bloody and fleshy face. If they hadn’t grown up together, Alan wouldn’t have recognized it as his brother. Even when Mark was buried after being cleaned up, his face was covered with dense scars, as if someone had slashed him bit by bit. It took his men almost a month to find Mark’s body parts. The last message Mark sent him before he died was: [Live well. Don’t avenge me.]

He told Alan not to avenge him, but how could that be possible? This was what Frederick and the world owed them! He had waited for so many years, and finally, the opportunity had come.

Among the crowd, Claire looked at the man in the white suit not far away and the figure of Frederick riding a motorcycle on the big screen. She had fully recovered her strength and was quietly observing the surrounding terrain and manpower. At that moment, Claire didn’t know that these people were the most terrifying and dangerous terrorist organization in the world. She still thought it was the same as the gunfire she encountered in the suburbs before—although dangerous, it was normal.

There were countless dangers around Frederick, or else why would he need her to take a bullet for Caroline? All she needed to do now was to get ready and wait for Frederick. Of course, she didn’t know if Frederick would come. If he didn’t, she would find a way to escape by herself.

While Claire was carefully observing, a man suddenly approached her.

“Hey, come and take a look. Have we seen this woman somewhere before? She looks familiar to me.”

“Let me see!” Another man came over and looked at Claire for a while before pulling her out of the crowd.

Chapter 227: Frederick Owed Them! Because of the explosion at the hotel, although Claire was not injured, she was covered in dust and dirt at the moment. After those two people had her cleaned up, they suddenly exclaimed, “Oh my God! God is helping us. This is Frederick’s fiancée! Hahaha!”