You Hit My Heart by Kylie Stanford

Chapter 1787: Finally Caught You

"It must be Anderson. He's controlling the smart devices in the house and seeking help from the outside," Luther said, his

expression growing more nervous. He was almost restless, wishing he could abandon the car and fly over.

"Mr. Warner, something's not right. Look, there are flashing red lights, like fire department signals," Darrin said. As the car sped

closer to the Warner residence, the sound of the fire alarm becfaintly audible.

Luther quickly rolled down the car window, and sure enough, the sharp siren grew clearer.

"Anderson must have triggered the fire alarm system. The fire department is coming. Hopefully, they can buy us smore time,"

he impatiently tapped the edge of the car window. He couldn't wait for even a second.

"We're almost there! Please hold on!" Darrin reassured, though he himself was quite anxious.

He felt responsible for this. Initially, the marshal wanted him to stay at the house, but he insisted on accompanying the marshal,

turning the Warner family into an unmanned place. It was his recklessness that created an opening, giving the enemy an

opportunity.

If something happened to Anderson, he would be held accountable.

As Darrin raced back to the Warner family, the scene before them made their hearts skip a beat.

The long avenue was blocked by numerous black SUVs, clearly belonging to OGW. The fire truck couldn't enter; it could only stop

outside the iron gate.

The doors of the fire truck were all open, indicating that the firefighters had already entered.

Luther's car couldn't enter either.

They had to leave the car outside. Luther, Darrin, and three other special forces soldiers ran toward the direction of the Warner

residence.

While running, Darrin asked, "Mr. Warner, we are outnumbered. We don't know how many people they have. It's too dangerous to

rush in like this. Shouldn't | go and assess the situation first?"

Luther vetoed, "No, | must personally rescue Anderson."

He took out his handgun from his waist and remained on high alert.

"Okay, Mr. Warner, be extra careful," Darrin nodded at the other three special forces soldiers.

They all took out their advanced Glock pistols, equipped with high-capacity magazines capable of holding 17 rounds. These three

soldiers were the elite of the elites selected by Darrin. Compared to OGW, they had no problem facing ten opponents at once. Plus,

Darrin himself had extensive combat experience.

Just as they were about to reach the front entrance of the main house, there were sudden loud bangs from inside. In the dark night,

the abrupt sound had absolute penetrating power, sending shivers down their spines.

The house seemed to tremble.

Luther's heart sank completely.

"Not good, it's a precision explosive device," he recognized it immediately since he had studied explosives.

Darrin could also tell. After the precise positioning, this type of explosive device had tremendous power. Although it didn't harm the

surroundings, the damage it caused to the targeted area was terrifying.

What were they doing inside that required the use of explosives?

Darrin beceven more nervous.

He kicked open the front door and saw Mr. Arnold lying motionless on the ground. He couldn't tell whether Mr. Arnold was still alive,

but he didn't have tto worry about it.

Inside the living room, the firefighters were strewn about, most of them subdued, groaning on the ground. However, OGW didn't

intend to kill them.

Water covered the floor, and sprinklers on the ceiling were still dripping water.

The scene was a mess and unbearable to look at.

Luther, Darrin, and the three special forces soldiers remained on high alert as they approached step by step.

As they kicked open the door, the black-clad figures in the living room began to attack them.

Bullets flew mercilessly.

Darrin dodged to the side, while Luther hid behind a pillar.

Then, they seized the opportunity and eliminated several of the black-clad figures on the spot.

Luther moved forward, concealing himself in the tea room. The living room was in disarray, with debris and broken glass scattered

everywhere from the explosions. At the far end of the living room, the main point of the explosion was faintly visible.

It was the bathroom.

Also, the explosion-proof and earthquake-resistant safe room of the Warner residence.

In front of the bathroom door, the ground was already blasted beyond recognition. There were several large holes in the ceiling,

with lcontinuously falling from above.

From a distance, they couldn't see if the bathroom had been blown open.

Luther and Darrin glanced at each other, understanding the situation.

They both thought that Anderson must have hidden in the bathroom. Anderson had indeed taken control of the entire house's fire

alarm system and lighting system, flashing signals to seek help anddelaying the fire department's arrival.

Anderson was truly remarkable.

At this moment, a whistling sound cfrom outside, indicating that the mercenaries Luther had dispatched had arrived.

Luther breathed a sigh of relief; at least they were not alone.

It was fortunate that Anderson hadn't been taken away from the Warner residence yet. Otherwise, the enemy wouldn't be so

ruthless and still attempted explosions.

Due to his previous mistake, Darrin was a bit anxious. He wanted to make up for his error and was about to rush forward to confirm

if Anderson was still in the safe room of the bathroom.

Suddenly, Luther grabbed hold of Darrin and pulled him behind himself, pushing him to the ground. At the stime, he shouted,

"Everyone, get down!"

"There's a second explosion!" he yelled.

Before his words even finished, a thunderous roar erupted.

The sound was almost capable of piercing through the roof. The living room was filled with dust, and debris and shattered glass

flew into the air.

The power of this explosion was even greater than before.

Luther remained on the ground, firmly holding down Darrin. He could hear the faint sound of a fuse, allowing him to deduce that

there would be a second explosion.

Darrin's heart raced, grateful that Luther stopped him in time. Otherwise, he would have been severely injured from facing the

explosion head-on.

Countless fragments fell upon them, covering their bodies and heads. The air was filled with a foggy haze, making it impossible to

open their eyes and see ahead.

Finally, when the dust cleared slightly, Luther helped Darrin up.

But when they looked in the direction of the bathroom straight ahead...

They were both stunned.

Anderson was being held by a black-clad man, suspended in the air by his neck, completely defenseless.

Anderson seemed to be unconscious, his head tilted, eyes closed. He made no attempt to struggle, and apart from the thick layer

of dust on him, he appeared unharmed.

The black-clad man exuded an air of wickedness, exuberantly confident. His long hair fluttered in the wind as he burst into

laughter.

"After all the effort, | finally caught you."

Luther watched Anderson being captured, and his whole being trembled, almost suffocating.

Could it be? The leader of OGW, Cloud?!

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