Chapter 433: Chapter 433

Anna Thornton crouched low and moved forward, picking up the child lying on the corpse.

She found some cover and hadn’t been hiding for long when a hand grenade landed where she had been.

The woman’s already broken corpse was now utterly blown to pieces.

At the same time, Anna Thornton’s hand swiftly moved away from the child’s eyes, and as she turned with her gun raised, she found herself facing the black muzzle of Jacob’s gun.

Anna Thornton reacted faster, hitting the opponent’s gun-wielding wrist.

But at the same time, a sharp pain shot through her own left arm.

Damn it! It’s true, one against two is not an advantage!

Anna Thornton, holding the child in one arm and a gun in the other, could only aim at one side.

But behind her, Licia’s gun was already aimed at the back of her head...

Just like that, Anna Thornton was moved to another warehouse.

This time she wasn’t tied up, instead, Licia was treating the bullet graze on her arm.

The child Anna had rescued was also brought along.

Normally, in this situation, they would choose to finish it with one shot, but the kidnappers were very cunning.

They saw Anna’s weakness, keeping this little one’s life, deliberately leaving him under Anna’s watch, just to prevent her from escaping again.

Looking down at the child curled up near her feet, he looked to be about two years old.

Or maybe due to malnutrition, he was developing slower than normal children, but definitely not more than three years old.

He’s even younger than Pop!

Yet from earlier to now, Anna Thornton hadn’t heard him cry once.

He kept looking at her with those bewildered, perplexed eyes.

Looking at everything around him, staring at the dark muzzles, while sucking on Anna Thornton’s little finger.

"Do you have any milk powder?" Anna asked.

Probably this child was starving!

Licia heard Anna’s question and seemed to find it amusing.

Where could you find milk powder in this place?

She completely ignored her!

Instead, Julian, the white male, came in and generously threw two milk-flavored chocolates in front of Anna Thornton.

Then, as Anna reached out to pick them up, he stepped on her hand with his shoe.

"I’ve received news that someone is coming to rescue you. Want something to eat? Well, when I negotiate with your man later, you know how to play along, right?"

"I know, you just want me to scream for help a few times, right? But if you want me to actually cry and add some wailing, that’ll cost extra!"

Seeing Anna agree so readily, Julian lifted his foot.

He squatted down in front of Anna, looking at her with an almost appreciative gaze, "I like a woman who knows the situation!"

"Sorry, you’re not my type!"

Anna Thornton placed the chocolate, still in its wrapper, in her hand to warm it until it softened slightly, finally withdrawing her little finger which had been constantly abused.

The little guy was indeed starving, puckered his lips, and leaned over.

Key was, while sucking on the chocolate, he also tried to nuzzle his head against Anna Thornton’s chest.

Was he looking for something extra to eat?

"I don’t have that! Be good, you hear?"

Anna Thornton pressed him back, while regretfully patting her own hand, "Blame my troublesome hands! Why did you meddle where you shouldn’t?"

If it wasn’t for saving this child, would she have been caught?

But it wasn’t the hand’s fault, the main reason was after having her own kids, she couldn’t shake off her maternal instincts; seeing such a small baby reminded her of Pop and Lola.

So small, it was easy to feel soft-hearted seeing such a young one suffering.

"Darn habit!" Anna Thornton cursed herself internally.

She felt she’d eventually be done in by this darn habit!

Anna Thornton had this ominous feeling!

What did Julian say earlier? Someone’s coming to rescue her? The most update n0vels are published on novel[f]ire.net

Indeed, Conrad Sterling, along with the men he had bought, was already closing in on where Anna was held in Besland City.

The city was now occupied by civilian militants and mercenaries, riddled with dangers.

"President Sterling, why don’t I go in with Leo King to rescue Miss Thornton, while you stand by outside. Rest assured, we will bring Miss Thornton back, even at the cost of our lives!" Mason King watched as President Sterling was about to take the risk himself and couldn’t help but advise again.

But as expected, Conrad Sterling ignored him once more.

Conrad Sterling: "..."

Mason King: "President..."

Conrad Sterling was studying the map of Besland City, which was given as a complimentary gift with the purchase of weapons and equipment from Bem.

The old fellow was very cunning, repeatedly claiming that they had given up on Besland City.

Yet he agreed to cooperate with Conrad Sterling, providing reinforcements at critical moments.

Clearly, he was using President Sterling’s group as the vanguard!

But even though Conrad Sterling was outstanding in business achievements, he was ultimately just a businessman.

Here was a real battlefield, with smoke, blood, and sacrifice!

Mason’s concern wasn’t underestimating President Sterling, but which modern person who lived in peaceful times wouldn’t be daunted by such a setting?

He and Leo King were trained in martial arts, so it’s different for them.

From the moment they accepted President Sterling’s assistance, they decided to dedicate their lives to him.

To be loyal unto death!

"I’m going in, you guys are tasked with backup."

This was Conrad Sterling’s decision after studying the map.

"President Sterling, what about all the people we brought?"

"They’ll wait outside!"

"But the city is extremely dangerous right now, as Mr. Bem described, those mercenaries are inhuman; they even massacre civilians."

The key issue is, the weapons President Sterling bought at a high price from Bem are useless now, isn’t that money down the drain?

The two King brothers couldn’t understand President Sterling’s approach, yet they dared not disobey his orders.

So in the end, they could only stay outside, as President Sterling and a helicopter pilot entered Besland City.

Even the helicopter pilot was anxious; without an armed escort, wouldn’t they be shot down immediately?

However, it turned out they weren’t!

They not only entered the city effortlessly but also hovered safely above.

Until... Conrad Sterling’s email received an anonymously sent location coordinate.

The man’s lips tensed slightly, giving the command, "Land according to this position!"

Such an anonymously sent email, wouldn’t it likely be a trap?

But the pilot dared not ask anything, dared not say anything.

True enough, just as the helicopter touched down, they were surrounded by a group wielding guns and artillery.

It was a coalition of mercenaries and anti-government forces, putting on quite the menacing display.

However, President Sterling stood there, his height exceeding that of many with racial advantages among both whites and blacks, with an unchanging expression.

Soon after, a middle-aged man with brown skin appeared.

Those who follow international news would recognize him as one of the leaders of the anti-government militants.

They surrounded Conrad Sterling but did nothing, instead greeting him politely, "President Sterling, we’ve heard a lot about you!"

Conrad Sterling had never been to such a war-torn country before; their knowledge of his name likely stemmed from his exorbitant purchase of arms from Bem.

In any corner of the world, the power of money cannot be ignored.

So if you have money, you’ll be treated with regard anywhere.

After all, wars require money.

For them, taking a life is too easy, but earning money is a challenge.

However, it was Conrad Sterling who remained haughty, being treated as a VIP, he didn’t say a word.

Seeing him , the others guessed they hadn’t shown enough sincerity: "Is President Sterling worrying about your wife? I have a picture of her here..."

"I don’t want to see any photos or videos, I want to see the real person!" Conrad Sterling interrupted promptly.

This was his first utterance since getting off the helicopter, clearly indicating he wouldn’t speak unless he saw Anna Thornton.

There’s no choice; a VIP is this domineering!

The other side furrowed their brows slightly, pondering briefly; seeing that he came alone meant that even if he met up with Anna, he couldn’t escape.

So without much hesitation, they made a call to have Anna Thornton brought in.

Counting the time spent filming the advertisement, Conrad Sterling hadn’t seen Anna for almost a week.

Indeed, he missed her terribly!

However, when he saw Anna holding a dark little figure in her arms, President Sterling’s brow immediately furrowed: "Where did this come from?"