Pampered by my three brothers: the return of the neglected heiress

Chapter 1823: One-man rescue team

Meanwhile...

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 same 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 somewhere tonight. Maybe to their burial site or somewhere 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 somewhere.

Plain and simple.

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

they could force to get up were

kid he was yanking out of the cell. He glared at the

fuming angrily. "This little

raised his hand to slap the kid, merely because urine splashed on the side

mouth curved down. "What are you

is waiting," Slater breathed out, his eyes sharp at the soldier. "It’s

other’s gaze for a brief silence. After another breath, the man clicked his tongue and pulled his arm away

the man warned. "Once this is over, I’ll look for

at the child and then at the rest. "All of you, get

that, he turned and walked away, checking the others. Meanwhile, the children from the cell quietly and timidly walked out. The other child, who was almost hit if not for

offered him a smile and a slight nod. The child pressed his mouth into a thin line, joining the

cells were now 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

soon as I can," he whispered, lowering his head. "Hold on

to follow those

knew they were on their last straw

Just a little while.

on for a little

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behind the group, watching everyone. His rifle

as he expected, this was working

I need is to make sure I stay with them until transport,’ he

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 met who blurted out that detail in

this cellar, they stopped as some were halted by

for the soldier in front of

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

stood among them, making sure the hostages wouldn’t try to escape. However, Slater’s eyes slid to the