Chapter 733 Perfect Coordination
It is strange. He said, ‘It’s the hospital that sold you and has nothing to do with me. Don’t come near me. What can a hospital sell?”
“It sounds dangerous. It might be a shady hospital.”
Carriage No. 6 suddenly became lively with people chattering and discussing the matter. In such
situations, curiosity would naturally arise.
Meanwhile, a few people remained silent while watching the direction in which Kenneth was taken away. They were seemingly planning their next move.
Fortunately, the train made a temporary stop. This gave them time to redeploy.
The commotion wasn’t due to their exposure but because someone had inexplicably gone mad. Given the special circumstances, they didn’t want to abandon their mission halfway.
It required a lot of preparation to deliver the babies. They needed to do so much while avoiding surveillance.
It wasn’t worth disrupting the whole operation because of one person. The best solution was to find someone to fill in for Kenneth.
The lookout was shrewd, observing every movement closely. However, he couldn’t possibly imagine that a young lady would be the mastermind behind their entire operation’s end.
Wynter had straightforward reasons for instructing the conductor to make an announcement.
First, it was to lower the opponent’s guard. Second, it was to buy time for the SWAT team to disguise themselves and enter carriage No. 6.
In the carriage, the women holding the babies and the eight people guarding them were waiting for the train to depart.
The mercenaries were unafraid. One woman couldn’t help but look back and quietly ask, “Ezra, could it really be some spirits catching up to us? After all, our business isn’t exactly clean.”
Ezra shot her a warning look, signaling her to keep quiet.
However, at that moment, small footprints appeared again. This time, Ezra, whose bracelet had been damaged, noticed them.
It was exactly as Wynter predicted. This was Dalton’s doing. The two of them stood at opposite ends of the train carriage, perfectly positioned to support each other.
Meanwhile, disguised SWAT officers had seamlessly integrated into the surroundings of each suspect.
On the other hand, Dalton simply dusted off imaginary ashes from his sleeve, causing a dozen spirits to emerge and latch onto the shoulders of those they held grievances against.
Some of the mercenaries suddenly felt an overwhelming weight on their bodies. Their arms felt weak, and
their backs were unbearably heavy.
Seeing this, Wynter immediately issued a command through her walkie–talkle. “Now.”
The SWAT officers had been concerned that the suspects might resist, be armed, or endanger other passengers in the carriage during the arrest.
Surprisingly, everything went smoothly. Almost as soon as they moved, the suspects were subdued.
Stunned by the scene, many uninformed passengers were left with their mouths agape.
Eight SWAT officers moved simultaneously. Their actions were swift and impressive, like a scene from a
movie.
Among those arrested, only the women continued to struggle. The others were seemingly drained of their strength. Glancing at their shoulders, they repeatedly screamed that something was on their backs.
One woman, clutching a child, protested loudly, “Officers, why are you arresting me? I’m just sitting here. quietly. I didn’t do anything wrong.”
“Is that so? Is the child in your arms yours?” The SWAT officer’s expression was stern.
The woman screamed, “Of course, it’s mine! Look, officer, I even have my child’s birth certificate here.”
As she spoke, she took out a birth certificate. It recorded the child’s birthdate and confirmed that the
child was indeed hers.
