PAMPERED BY MY THREE BROTHERS: THE RETURN OF THE NEGLECTED HEIRESS Chapter 1823: One-man rescue team

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Slater followed the people dragging the hostages without care out of the underground prison. His mouth was pressed into a thin line as he watched from the side.

"Ugh—" Walter was dragged out, forced to walk even when it was obvious he couldn’t.

"Get up!" the soldier dragging him shouted. He tugged Walter’s injured arm, making the latter wince and sweat profusely. "Get going! Get the rest! The madam is waiting!"

With that, more soldiers dragged out more hostages. There were quite a few soldiers, expecting to carry all these hostages out. But as they busied themselves, Walter took a peek at Slater.

Slater discreetly nodded at him, and Walter nodded back.

"Ugh..." Walter forced himself to go. Even in pain, he didn’t let that hinder their plan.

After all, Slater’s plan was risky, but in its own way, it was genius.

Their dilemma was that they couldn’t sneak out, mainly because of their injuries from all the torture they had endured throughout their captivity. But Slater convinced them that all of them would get out if they wanted to.

Who wouldn’t want to leave this place?

They might die in the process, but it would be the sa if they stayed. They might as well die fighting until the end.

And so, they agreed to Slater’s plan.

According to Slater, Nathalie would take these hostages sowhere tonight. Maybe to their burial site or sowhere else. Either way, that was the point. If Nathalie wanted to transport them, then they might as well use that to help all of them get out of this damn prison.

And once they were being transported, Slater would hijack it and take them all sowhere.

Plain and simple.

Hence, here they were, enduring this forceful dragging, as this was their only way to get out.

The soldiers first carried out those most heavily injured, either carrying them or just throwing them onto stretchers. Those they could force to get up were dragged out without care for their pain. All they cared about was getting this done and over with.

"What the—" Suddenly, the soldier harrumphed at the kid he was yanking out of the cell. He glared at the kid, his gaze falling on the kid’s dirty feet and the liquid trickling down the side of his leg.

The man’s face twisted, fuming angrily. "This little rat peed on my—"

Just as the man raised his hand to slap the kid, rely because urine splashed on the side of his shoes, a hand grabbed his arm. He stopped, turning his head.

His mouth curved down. "What are you doing?"

"The madam is waiting," Slater breathed out, his eyes sharp at the soldier. "It’s just urine. Blood is harder to clean."

The man and Slater held each other’s gaze for a brief silence. After another breath, the man clicked his tongue and pulled his arm away from him.

"You better rember this, rookie," the man warned. "Once this is over, I’ll look for you."

He then glared at the child and then at the rest. "All of you, get out now!"

After saying that, he turned and walked away, checking the others. anwhile, the children from the cell quietly and timidly walked out. The other child, who was almost hit if not for Slater, looked up at him.

Slater offered him a smile and a slight nod. The child pressed his mouth into a thin line, joining the line of children following the n. Although most of the children weren’t injured, there was clear malnourishnt.

Slowly, the once-packed cells were now left with only a few people inside.

Slater glanced at the cells, scanning the bodies that were left behind. Those they left behind weren’t even dead, except for two people. (The two guards he had shot down) The rest were just considered dead because they were, in a way, dying.

"I’ll try to co back as soon as I can," he whispered, lowering his head. "Hold on for a while."

Once those words were said, Slater walked away to follow those who had dragged everyone out of this underground prison.

anwhile, as Slater strode off, those who were barely conscious opened their eyes. Their injuries were too severe, and they knew they were on their last straw of life. Even so, hearing Slater’s quiet promise made them want to hold on to life, even for another few minutes.

Just a little while.

Hold on for a little while.

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Slater stayed behind the group, watching everyone. His rifle was strapped across his body, his hands positioned there.

Just as he expected, this was working well.

’All I need is to make sure I stay with them until transport,’ he thought. ’Or at least, once they’ve loaded them wherever.’

He had no idea where they were taking all these hostages. All he knew was that they’d be taken elsewhere tonight, thanks to all the soldiers he had t who blurted out that detail in passing.

But just as the group reached the end of this cellar, they stopped as so were halted by the entrance.

’What’s going on?’ Slater wondered, only for the soldier in front of him to turn back.

"Keep going—what are you doing?" he grumpily shouted, and with that, the line started making its way out to the hallway. However, instead of leaving, they were simply told to wait on the side.

A few soldiers stood before them, guns ready, no words. Slater stood among them, making sure the hostages wouldn’t try to escape. However, Slater’s eyes slid to the corner, observing the three n talking.

And then, sohow, Slater heard faint noises.

His ears twitched as he held his breath, trying to focus on the sounds. It was faint—very faint. If one didn’t pay attention, they wouldn’t hear it. Well, the mansion was huge, and the walls were thick concrete that canceled out noises.

’Guns,’ he thought, keeping his focus on the sound. ’A lot of gun noises.’

The fight’s already happening.

Slater perked up a little, his back straight. If Penny or anyone had already reached the mansion, then there were a few possibilities of what would happen now. His eyes scanned the hostages. Even those on stretchers were placed on the side.

’I can’t carry all of them,’ he thought. ’But if plans changed...’

His thoughts halted when two of the n earlier turned to them.

"Follow us!" one of them yelled, and without a second hesitation, the rest nodded. "We’re taking a different route."

They didn’t even say they were under attack, which didn’t surprise Slater. Saying so might just give their hostages so hope and give them a hard ti.

And just like that, their group started moving. Only this ti, they were headed to another underground tunnel. When the entrance of another room ca into view, Slater held his weapon securely.

There, at the end, was another group just as heavily equipped as the rest. Their group slowed as they approached the people waiting for them.

"Carry those on a stretcher at the back!" soone at the front yelled. "We don’t want them holding us back."

As he said that, the man approached the group waiting for them. "Hey, we are told to take this route. The Madam’s Orders."

The first three n standing guard looked at the man before they faced each other. They didn’t say anything and simply counted the soldiers before their eyes landed on the injured people.

"What?" the first man who was leading the hostages frowned. "Open the damn door."

But instead of an answer, what he received was a hole between his brows.

BANG!