Chapter 674: Chapter 674

Chapter 674:

Harlee’s mind raced, piecing together the clues. Robbie’s debilitating condition suggested something far more sinister than mere confinement.

Could it be…?

At that moment, a tear slipped from Robbie’s eye as he whispered, “I lack the strength to craft a will. Would you convey my final words?”

Under different circumstances, facing an adversary wouldn’t have driven Robbie to such despair. What truly unsettled him was the enigma surrounding his assailant. Since the ordeal began, he had no idea who his enemy was. Strangely, none of his belongings had been taken—not even his phone.

When Harlee caught Robbie’s desperate look, she chose not to echo his solemn request. Instead, she offered a startling revelation.

“Robbie, you’re confined inside a shipping container.

Given your current condition, it seems to be an intentional seal.”

“Container?” Robbie’s voice cracked as he repeated the word. Spurred by Harlee’s words, he strained to discern his surroundings, asking feebly, “Does this echo like a container?”

Harlee didn’t respond immediately, pausing to reflect. The environment resembled a container, yet the acoustics hinted at something more peculiar. Swiftly, she connected her phone to her laptop, her fingers deftly navigating the keyboard.

Within moments, she pinpointed Robbie’s location.

He was adrift in the vast expanse of the ocean.

Read new content at gαlnσνeℓs․com

Without hesitation, Harlee sent an urgent dispatch to Ritchie, imploring him to mobilize all available resources for an immediate rescue. Robbie’s life depended on it, and time was running out.

Recalling Rhys’ special forces training, Harlee didn’t hesitate to disturb his rest. She dialed his number using a backup phone. Once she confirmed he was awake, she swiftly sent him a text message.

Harlee wanted to keep Robbie calm, avoiding any panic. With everything in place, she let out a breath of relief and focused back on the screen.

She asked Robbie over the call, “Is there anything sharp you can use?”

Scanning the area, Robbie spotted a military knife and picked it up, remarking, “Just this birthday gift you gave me.”

Harlee’s eyes lit up. Perfect! This wasn’t just any knife. It was crafted from a special alloy, designed to slice through almost anything if applied with the correct amount of force—even hard stone.

With a composed voice, Harlee instructed Robbie to stand and hold the phone above his head. She assessed his positioning carefully before urging, “Yes, right there.

Hold it gently in place, and then with all your might, drive it in…”

Robbie took a deep breath of fresh air for the first time in hours. Once he steadied himself, the truth dawned on him.

He was drifting aimlessly in the endless expanse of the sea.

The tiny hole was just enough for Robbie to draw in fresh air, slowly revitalizing him.

Harlee, having accurately judged the water level, had directed Robbie to create the opening in the container well above the waterline, ensuring it stayed dry inside.

The sea, however, was a force of its own.

.

.

.