Anderson agreed with a nod, and he ran deeper into the forest with Jonell on his back.
He reached into his backpack and took out an old cell phone after the gunfire subsided.
Then, he handed it to Jonell after inserting one of his batteries, which he had prepared beforehand.
Jonell furrowed his brows as he took the phone and called his assistant.
A sense of relief and joy could be seen on his face when the phone call eventually connected. "Have you made it out of Ansela safe and sound?"
After getting a positive reply from the other end, he continued, "I'm glad to hear that. Hey, send help over to my current location right now. We can't hold out much longer. Get as many helicopters here as you can!" Jonell ordered.
On the other hand, Anderson was organizing the food in his bag. He didn't even look at Jonell once.
Jonell ended the phone call and returned the phone to Anderson following that. "Don't switch it off just yet. My men need its signal to track our current location."
"Alright." Then, Anderson took out a carton of milk, a bag of jerky, and a can of processed meat from his bag.
"Thanks," Jonell seemingly expressed his gratitude through words, but in truth, he had already decided to dispose of Anderson once he was done using him.
They stayed in the forest for three days when the helicopters finally arrived.
"Well, are you going to get rid of me now?" Anderson asked Jonell all of a sudden.
Jonell only looked at him before answering, "Why, you saved me. How can I do that to you?"
Anderson replied, "If you say so."
Jonell's heart began to pound wildly, and he started to hesitate after that.
Could there be something he didn't know about in the medicine Anderson used to treat his wound?
Jonell got onto the helicopter, which was hovering slightly above the ground with Anderson's help.
However, Anderson was grabbed by someone as soon as he got onto the helicopter.
Jonell smiled and asked, "Tell me. What did you do to me?"
Anderson's face turned pale, but he smirked and replied, "I knew you wouldn't make this easy. So, I came prepared."
"Did you do something to the medicine I've used to treat my injuries?" Jonell asked coldly as he grabbed Anderson's neck.
"Relax, there is always a cure to any medicine-induced poison. Besides, my men have now learned that I got on your helicopter. They will track you down to the ends of the world if something happens to me," Anderson said with a sense of smugness.
Jonell couldn't help but feel threatened.
"I can let you go right now. But you will regret this if you harbor any bad intentions toward me!" Jonell shouted coldly before turning and walking away without looking back at Anderson.
The way Anderson watched him go made Jonell's men feel extremely uncomfortable at that instant.
...
The drama about Carl's death came to an end after nearly half a month had passed in New Yoke.
No one knew Jonell's whereabouts after he had escaped from Ansela.
"Shall we return?" Abigail asked Xavien.
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