Chapter 260: Chapter 260: From Now On, Big Brother’s Got Your Back!
At that moment, Sutton Jennings received news that the vehicles had been screened, narrowing down to three targets, but which specific one was still under observation.
"Got it." Kenny tapped a key, and a map instantly appeared on the screen, with a particularly conspicuous moving red dot, "My mama is on the Lennan Highway."
Upon hearing this, Sutton Jennings immediately ordered his men, "Follow the third target closely, don’t draw their attention. I’m heading over now."
He turned to leave, but Kenny jumped off his stool and followed, his soft, adorable face filled with seriousness, "I want to go too."
Sutton Jennings looked at his tightly pursed lips, eyes filled with worry that was nearly overflowing but suppressed, and ultimately didn’t refuse him.
Meanwhile.
On the highway, traffic was heavy.
Ann Vaughn struggled to open her heavy eyelids, greeted by darkness, and upon propping up her upper body, she noticed a chill at the back of her neck.
A pang of dread hit her, as she bit down on the flesh inside her lip with her teeth, trying to relieve the physical and psychological tension.
"You best not move around, the knives in our hands are blind." A sinister voice warned beside her, "Now, write down the prescription you gave the Levitt Family’s young master, and we’ll spare your life."
"Otherwise, you wouldn’t want us to toss you onto the highway to be crushed by relentless car wheels, right?"
The knife at her neck was closer, stinging her skin a bit.
Hearing this, Ann Vaughn confirmed these were rumors spread by the doctor at the Levitt Family’s, and her mind was a mess.
"Gentlemen, let’s talk this over, don’t use the knife." Ann Vaughn put on a panicked expression, trembling with fear, "I’ll write, I’m writing now!"
"Smart choice!" The man beside her sneered, throwing paper and pen in front of Ann Vaughn, urging her to write.
Ann Vaughn picked up the pen and started writing without any hesitation.
She wrote very slowly, spending a good ten minutes without finishing the prescription.
"Boss, not enough paper." Ann Vaughn filled up a whole sheet, blinking innocently, "Also, could you move the knife a bit away? How could a delicate woman like me possibly escape under your watchful eyes?"
"Exactly, you can’t escape." The person beside her found some sense in her words, told others to move the knife, and threw her a stack of paper, "Is this enough?"
"It’s enough, thank you, boss." Ann Vaughn earnestly held the paper, "You really are good people."
The man holding the knife quietly asked his boss, "Boss, are we good people? I always thought we were bad guys!"
The boss immediately raised his hand with a fierce look, and the knife holder quickly shut his mouth.
Ann Vaughn wrote down sections of "Compendium of Materia Medica" while crushing waste paper, pretending to be in deep thought, complaining to the boss next to her, "Actually, you should have grabbed me at home, the prescriptions are there."
"Now I have to write out the steps and dosages, it takes more time, wouldn’t you agree?"
Among those in the car except the driver and boss, the other two nodded in agreement.
Yeah, if they’d known, it could’ve saved them trouble.
Seeing their expressions, Ann Vaughn tossed another paper ball aside, "Ah, if I make a mistake here and delay your big plan, I’d feel guilty."
The boss hesitated, somewhat surprised, "This girl’s got a kind heart."
The knife-wielding underling nodded furiously, "Why don’t you join us, once we earn money from this prescription, you’ll get a share!"
Ann Vaughn: Haha, only offering her a share for her own prescription? Even stingier than Grandet.
Besides, first move the knife from her waist before talking such nonsense.
"If you can provide meat while I enjoy the soup, I’ll be happy. Didn’t think I’d find such true companions before dying, it’s worth it!" Ann Vaughn exclaimed with tears in her eyes, slapping the table.
Everyone in the car was startled by her words.
Unexpectedly, they met someone so likable nowadays, who saw them as good people and brothers!
The knife-wielding underling was so moved he almost cried, letting go of the knife, and patted Ann Vaughn’s shoulder, "I accept you as my buddy! If anyone tries to touch you today, they’re going against me!"
Boss: "..."
Ann Vaughn was nearly nudged forward by his pat, but her face was flush with excitement, "Thank you, boss!"
At this point, out of the corner of her eye, she saw the knife behind her waist had been moved away, and Ann Vaughn inwardly breathed a sigh of relief, the crisis temporarily alleviated.
Fortunately, this kidnapper seemed to lack some sense.
As they passed a gas station, the driver originally intended to drive past, but Ann Vaughn said she was hungry and needed to replenish her strength to continue writing.
The driver was reluctant, but the knife-wielding underling insisted, yapping "Can’t starve my buddy", forcing the driver to stop at the gas station.
Boss: "..." This dimwit.
As the knife-wielding underling got off the car, some paper balls piled at the car door inadvertently rolled out.
Ann Vaughn glimpsed this, quietly retracting her gaze.
Shortly, the knife-wielding underling returned with a heap of snacks, placing them all in front of Ann Vaughn enthusiastically, "Eat up, can’t let you go hungry!"
Ann Vaughn looked at him with eyes full of gratitude and admiration, "Thank you, boss, you’re truly a savior of the world, a cosmic rescuer, the first light in my sight!"
Her words were extremely inspiring, leaving these uncultured kidnappers in amazement, believing she was impressive.
The knife-wielding underling felt he hadn’t accepted this buddy in vain, "I’ll shield you in the future!"
Boss: "..." As if he were dead?
After slowly finishing her food, Ann Vaughn worried they’d notice anything unusual, continued writing from "Compendium of Materia Medica".
Luckily, these guys couldn’t detect anything odd, and Ann Vaughn pretended to write convincingly enough that even experts couldn’t see through it without some experiments.
Now she could only hope someone at the gas station discovered the rescue messages in her paper balls and alerted authorities.
Half an hour later, Ann Vaughn wrote nearly ten sheets, her hand sore.
"Boss, there are a few cars behind us that have been following us since earlier, couldn’t shake ’em off." The driver suddenly remarked.
Ann Vaughn’s eyes brightened, her energy immediately restored.
"We can only use the second plan then." The boss said with a sinister tone, then swiftly struck Ann Vaughn’s neck!
Not good!
Ann Vaughn’s pupils contracted, unable to even react, passing out on the desk.
The knife-wielding underling protested, "Boss, how can you lay a hand on your own buddy!"
Just as he finished speaking, he was smacked by the boss on the face, "Damn buddy! She was only distracting you! Can’t see through that, have you been living under a rock!"