Aggresive Wife

Chapter 567

CHAPTER 567 LET HER STAY

When the special forces arrived at the top floor, they saw several clown-masked terrorists fighting with a man and a woman.

Weapons were scattered on the ground, all of which had been depleted of bullets.

"Get down! Everybody gets down!" The special forces soldiers aimed their weapons at everyone in the fight.

Noah reacted quickly, hugging Madeline and getting down on one knee, raising their hands.

The other people who tried to fight back or were slow to act like clown-masked terrorists were all shot indiscriminately.

“Stand up!” The special forces soldier ordered Noah.

Noah stood up with Madeline in his arms. They soaked in dark red blood on their faces and bodies. They looked similar to the terrorist except without masks. No wonder these special forces could mistake them.

"I'm Noah Quincy, and this is my wife." Noah gestured to the special forces soldier, whose identification was in his trouser pocket.

The special forces soldier carefully went up to take his ID out of his pocket and looked at it. Then gave them a military salute and told his teammates to let them go.

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“Is everything okay?” Noah asked Madeline as he supported her. He had witnessed Madeline's strength throughout the battle. He would never ask her to retreat to the safest place without asking her opinion, accepting the protection brought by the sacrifice of others.

Madeline shook her head. She felt tired but nothing else. Sore muscles, her hand that held the weapon couldn't stop trembling.

They were escorted downstairs by special forces. The entire apartment was cleared.

The Lieutenant pointed to the clown-masked terrorist that hung outside the window and was put down by their teammates. He then asked Noah, "You subdued all these people?"

“They are doing evil under the guise of revenge against me, and it’s my responsibility to stop them.” Noah nodded.

The lieutenant was in disbelief as if he was impressed with Noah. He had seen high-powered people and saved many of them over the years. But in the eyes of those people, not to mention ordinary civilians, it seemed that soldiers like him should rightfully die for them.

They never treated people below their class as human beings. It was merciful not to take the corpses of civilians to pave the way out when faced with danger. Impossible they would risk their lives to save others like Noah Quincy.

"Thanks to you, Mr. and Mrs. Quincy this time. Casualties were under control, and I will report this

matter truthfully."

“Just a second!” Madeline suddenly stopped, tapped her earphones, and asked Jacob, “Did anyone shoot at the clown-masked terrorist outside the window?”

Jacob frowned and replied, “No.”

Madeline looked at the terrorists pulled in through the window by the special forces. Their masks lifted off to reveal their real faces. She didn't see fear or anger in their eyes. Instead, she saw a hint of relief that they had completed their mission and were ready to die.

Noah followed her gaze and also realized that something was wrong.

“The mines in the yards have been cleared?”

The lieutenant nodded, "The apartment was cleared of all risk, in and out."

“No, there’s something else.” Noah and Madeline are on the same page. They noticed the terrorists had explosives. It was impossible that they merely buried them in the courtyards.

This terrorist decided to kill everyone. The killing was much like a fun game, and they enjoyed the slaughtering.

It had been planned at the beginning.

“There are explosives in the room at the east end of the third floor!”

Someone screamed, and the sound echoed through the apartment.

Madeline looked down the spiral staircase and saw Tristen sitting on the sofa, being treated as a victim and receiving treatment from the medical staff.

Lieutenant panicked and quickly informed his teammates through the intercom, "Evacuate the apartment with others immediately. There are explosives. The location has been determined. Dispatch the demolition team to the third floor now."

"Mr. Quincy, you have to leave as soon as possible." Protecting this couple was a crucial task for the lieutenant.

Madeline, however, shook her head. She then grabbed Noah in the lobby and questioned Tristen, "What explosives? Say it now!"

She was afraid that this was a trap deliberately laid by Tristen.

The door to the room on the third floor had been opened. The demolition team detected the presence of a time bomb in a safe, but the safe couldn't open.

“Who is he?” the lieutenant asked.

"He knows everything. Take him to the third floor." Noah didn't want to leave at this point. Text © owned by NôvelDrama.Org.

His firm attitude made the lieutenant take them back to the third floor.

Tristen laughed as he stood in front of the safe, "It's useless. You don't have enough time." He smiled as he looked at Noah.

He didn't know what his minions wanted to do before. After sitting in the lobby for so long, he gradually recalled the unusual behavior of the minions.

He got some words out of the mouth of one of the underlings guarding him. Only then did the location of the explosives be locked.

“Tristen Kent!” Do it to me if you hate me so much. Why would you want these innocent people to die?" Madeline was so emotional that she wanted to give him a lesson but stopped by Noah.

Tristen wasn't panicking, nor was there any guilt. He looked at Madeline and said, "I admit I want to see you dead, but now I've figured it out. Victory or defeat is common. Losing is losing. I'm not a person who can't afford to lose."

“Open the safe!” Noah carried him to the safe.

Tristen shook his head, “I can open it, but the rest have to leave, except her.”

He then pointed at Madeline.

“No way!” Noah refused without hesitation.

“You guys don’t know the power of this explosive, right? With the density of the nearby houses, it’s no problem to blow up three or four buildings. Moreover, there are still less than three minutes left.” Tristen

looked at his watch.

The lieutenant panicked and immediately ordered his people to inform the nearby residents to evacuate.

But how can a complete evacuation be possible in less than three minutes?”

He couldn't help but look at Madeline. Noah glared at him fiercely and blocked in front of her.

Madeline nodded and agreed, “Okay, I’ll stay.”

“No!” Noah pulled her hand.

Madeline smiled faintly and went, “Don’t worry, he’s so afraid of death that he can’t possibly die with me.”

Noah couldn't feel at ease. His wife's life depended on this scum. He couldn't bear it!

"Mr. Quincy, you have two minutes to think about it, or all of you can discuss it again. The explosion could have happened in a split second, anyway. It wouldn't cause much pain." Tristen shrugged indifferently.

The special forces and the demolition team looked at Noah and Madeline. Noah glared back in annoyance. They saved so many people in the apartment. They did their best.

What more do you people want from us?