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.

them onto stretchers. Those they could force to get up were dragged out without care for their pain. All they cared about was

glared at the kid, his gaze falling on the kid’s dirty feet and the

fuming angrily.

splashed on the side of his shoes, a hand grabbed

curved down. "What

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

each other’s gaze for a brief silence. After another breath,

the man warned. "Once this

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

saying 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 Slater, looked up at

a thin line, joining the

the once-packed cells were now left

Those they left behind weren’t even dead, except for two people. (The two guards he had shot down) The rest were

to come back as soon as I can," he whispered, lowering his head.

words were said, Slater walked away to follow those who had

they knew they were on their last straw of life. Even so,

Just a little while.

for a little

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

as he expected,

until transport,’

where they were taking all these hostages. All he knew was that they’d be taken elsewhere tonight, thanks to

as the group reached the end of this cellar,

for the soldier in front of him to turn

the line started making its way out to the hallway. However, instead of

stood before them, guns ready, no words. Slater stood among them, making sure the hostages