Revenge After Death (Michael and Stephanie) novel Chapter 439

"Stephie… Don't be scared," Steven consoled me softly.

He deliberately crashed into a mercenary, colliding with a local in the process.

The leader of the mercenaries rushed to him angrily and then pointed his gun at Steven.

"Don't shoot!" I said in a panic.

We were all resistant. Their guns were pointed at us.

Discussion broke out among the locals. They were speaking in a language that we didn't understand, but it was evident that they were used to seeing armed mercenaries.

With his hands in the air, Steven slowly walked back and obediently got into the car with us.

In the car, we all curled up in the back seat. Our hands were on our heads.

Steven shot me a look, then he secretly took out the phone that he stole from the local passerby whom he collided with.

Eason gave Steven a thumbs-up, and Zion nodded at Steven too.

We were in a foreign country, which meant reporting this to the police would do us no good…

He could only send out our GPS location and wait patiently for the right timing.

During the ride, the leader of the mercenaries answered a call. When the car stopped, he started comparing us to his phone screen.

"This, this."

The man pointed at Steven and I. Then, we were dragged out of the car.

Steven passed the phone to Zion.

"What are you doing?" Michael questioned them, trying to protect me.

But we were in a foreign land. Nobody cared about Michael.

The mercenary hit Michael with the gunstock.

"They're not important. There's a police officer among them. Let them leave," the mercenaries' leader mumbled.

He signaled his subordinates to release Zion and the rest.

Zion frowned and gazed warily at the mercenaries.

"Where are you taking them?"

The car continued moving forward slowly, and we could still hear the locals' bustle outside the window.

I lightly placed my finger where I could feel my pulse on my wrist, and I closed my eyes.

Steven and I could remember directions through sounds.

…

After a little over an hour, the car finally stopped.

They removed our eye patches.

I looked at Steven, and he looked at me.

"Let's see who remembers it better," I said.

Steven raised his brows in amusement and said, "Sure…"

He always pampered me. Even when we had just gotten kidnapped to the enemy's base camp, we could still joke around.

"Give them a jab."