Edgar’s Relentless Pursue for The Love of His Life

Chapter 506 Chapter 506 "Nothing" Edgar's eyes glinted, and he stepped on the accelerator harder.

Ben looked at the increasingly empty roads and slowly exhaled. He was being realistic by not writing off the second possibility.

The possibility that the people on the flight, including the crew, had met demise. SeaR*ch the FindNøvelwebsite on Gøøgle to access chapters of early and in the highest quality.

Three hours later.

There was still a little ration left in Jean's bag pack.

We haven't seen a soul! Not even an animal! What happened to those people last night?! Jean walked slowly but not slowly enough to be separated from the group.

Speople started to get impatient as they could not see an end to their walking.

"Is there no one looking for us? When will we reach the end?" "Yeah! We haven't had a drop of water to drink" People started grumbling; their reasoning was clouded by primal desires.

"You guys fly in and out for a living; do you not know what kind of place this is?" The people glared at the flight attendants.

"We don't.It's hard to guess since there are no specific landmarks around us." The passengers looked at each other and scoffed, "If this goes on, we'll probably die from exhaustion or thirst. We still have a little food left, but I bet no one has water" There was a thump in everyone's hearts.

Jean chewed on her lip.She had emptied her bottle a while ago.

The others wouldn't carry water with them either.

Those words caused a ripple or rage through the crowd.

While everyone was bickering, they heard the sound of a Car.

"People! Over there!" The crowd started to run toward the car, but the closer they got, the more suspicious they became.It was a car, and there were people who weren't typical citizens.

The vehicles were dark green camouflaged trucks and jeeps.

Everything around them was quiet, and they could see barbed wires in the distance.

Is this the border? Or a quarantine camp? Before the group could react, there was a helicopter hovering above them.

"Who are you? You need to leave!" It was an army base, but they weren't Louisville's troops.

The passengers were a group of people that consisted of old and young ordinary people.

They were all exhausted, and shad even fainted from the fright.

Jean looked up at the helicopter.

I think I've seen that emblem before...

She raised her hand to block out the sun's glare.

Where though...

At Royden Residence! On Edgar's bookshelf! She inhaled sharply.

Soon, a convoy of about ten jeeps came, and they were ushered into it. "What's going on?" "Quick, explain to them.Can't you speak their language?" Spassengers pushed the flight crew.

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It will be hard.

Jean thought about it after listening to their conversation and stepped forward.

"I will try? She waved at someone opposite to them and shouted loudly, “We were involved in a plane crash.We didn't mean to trespass! We're all ordinary civilians." The group opposite them heard her and glanced at each other.

The head of the group surveyed Jean before stepping forward, "This is the army's stationed area. We need to identify you. Please form a line and move accordingly" Jean conveyed his instructions to the passengers.

They slowly nodded and said, “They'll take us to the embassy as long as we cooperate with them, right?" "Not really, the young man from before piped up as he fiddled with his luggage, "if they find any weapons or prohibited items, they might.." He made a gesture.

Those that heard him turn pale in the fast.

"Don't worry, Miss.I was just joking" he giggled.

Jean and the two flight attendants kept cool and thought about the situation.

He wasn't entirely wrong.

But we're not sure of their affiliation.

If we don't cooperate with them, they might really off us.

"You know their language. You go first! We'll learn from you." Jean looked up and saw them looking at her with an expectant glimmer.She could only nod and agree.

We can't just keep going on like this.

I have to give them a little hope.

Their way of verification was simple yet intrusive.

Jean walked into a dark room.

She followed their instructions and took out her belongings.

They let her out with a gesture after sieving through them.

Jean stood up and looked at the emblem on their uniform. His expression darkened when he noticed her staring at him.

"You can leave now." Jean turned away and left.

The next person to go in was the young man.He cout with a bruise on his face. He musthaven fought with them. He did not seem afraid, though. He clutched his bag and laughed, "This is my baby; I can't let them see it." Jean frowned at him.She walked over after a moment of contemplation.

"Are you.." The young man was drinking straight out of a tap.

When he heard Jean, he looked at her and spoke through a mouth of water, "I'm majoring in history I've done sresearch on the aborigine's culture here, so I can speak a little of their language." "Do you know what the vulture on their emblem means?" She couldn't help but ask. She felt uneasy.

The place seemed more like an international self- organization.

The young man looked at her differently.

He wiped his mouth and whispered after glancing around him, "They've governed this place for more than ten years.

All they have is stolen, including their assets and women.

It will be hard for us to escape unscathed."

He pointed at the drone above them and continued, "They can't afford anyone spilling the secrets of their location. But don't worry. They treat pregnant women well because of their religion." He laughed.

Jean gasped quietly.

They were in a tough bind.

Once their identity had been verified, they split their group into two.

Sstarted to protest, "Why...

They were silenced when one of the men raised his fist.

One group was brought away, and Jean and her group were brought to a meeting tent.

"Write down the details of your family and contact details. We'll contact them and send you back." Is it that simple? Jean glanced at the pen and paper and then at the people standing to the side.

They wore no emotions.

None of them moved.

The man opposite them slammed his hand on the table and shouted, "Now!"