Li led the way, several people holding pistols with loaded bullets, sprinting along the walls of the corridor towards the room.
The door to the room was wide open, and the layout of the tube room made everything inside immediately clear.
In the small room, Nathan Moore was lying on the marble floor, a Swiss dagger stuck in his back, his quilted jacket soaked with blood.
Caspian Warner was already gone, the only window in the room was wide open, and Li rushed to the window to lean out, looking down at the back of the motel, which was also deserted.
Looking at a downpipe running top to bottom on the neighboring room’s external wall, he believed that the kidnapper must have escaped using this pipe, otherwise, escaping from a four-story building would be impossible, no matter how capable he was.
Behind Li, one of the men crouched down to check Nathan Moore’s breathing, then looked up, "Commander, he’s not breathing anymore."
Li withdrew his upper body, "Get him on the vehicle, immediately take him to the hospital for emergency treatment!"
"Yes!" Several people quickly picked up Nathan Moore and left the room.
"Pass my order, close all major highway exits, check every driver and passenger!" Watching his men carry Nathan Moore away, Li took out his phone to issue orders. The airport and stations had already been manned, Caspian Warner had just left, he couldn’t have gotten too far, and guarding the J-line highway exits leading to all cities would make escape impossible, even if he grew wings!
Nathan Moore was taken to the nearest hospital, stabbed multiple times in the back. Although none of the wounds were fatal, he was in a coma due to excessive blood loss. The hallway of the emergency room was bustling with medical staff. The suburban hospital’s blood bank had limited plasma, and Li was on the phone contacting the Military District hospital.
At that moment, in the Military District Hospital, doctors had just completed a full-body examination on Titus Zane. Apart from a few external injuries, there were no life-threatening wounds, but Titus Zane was greatly traumatized.
Huddled up on the hospital bed with knees drawn and head drooped, Abigail Zimmerman continually comforted him, but he showed no response.
After a while, Evander Lancaster also arrived at the hospital, the old man Samuel Zane was also called but returned home.
George Lancaster, along with his men, was checking vehicles at the highway exits. As military personnel, safeguarding the nation’s public security and property is a sacred duty, especially when a family member is the victim.
"Titus, it’s okay now, lie down and rest for a while, it’s all aunt’s fault, I didn’t take good care of you..."
Abigail Zimmerman was deeply self-blaming, thinking if she hadn’t agreed to help, her niece wouldn’t have had the accident.
Alder Locke stood in front of the hospital bed all the time; the 25-year-old man seemed much aged overnight and became silent.
Hands in his trouser pockets, he looked at Titus Zane, his eyebrows tightly furrowed without coming over to comfort.
It weighed heavily on Alder Locke that the kidnapping of Titus Zane happened right under his watch, blaming himself even more for not recognizing her being taken right by him, thinking that if it hadn’t been him but Li instead, she would have been better protected.
Titus Zane kept hugging her knees, silent, her eyes hollow. Abigail Zimmerman looked back at her husband standing behind her, his face also grave.
Turning back, after thinking for a moment, Abigail Zimmerman continued to persuade, "Titus, listen to your aunt, lie down and rest for a while, or, talk with your aunt, Nathan would be heartbroken to see you like this..."
Abigail Zimmerman knew, at this moment, only Nathan Moore could elicit a response from her, and indeed, as soon as Abigail finished speaking, Titus Zane suddenly turned her head.
"Where’s Nathan, how is Nathan? Has he returned, where is he, I need to go see him!"