Chapter 1145: Bath

Melody Thorne: "...I know this isn’t something we can just joke about, but even if it’s a long shot, it’s better than us wandering around aimlessly, right?"

"I also think we can’t just keep walking like this." Leon Rivers agreed.

The key was, they might not even be able to find it!

"Who’s there?" someone suddenly shouted.

Melody Thorne looked around; some people from unknown gangs appeared, guns in their hands pointed straight at them.

"Looks like this intel got out of the country overnight, huh?" Leon Rivers spoke.

Not only were people inside the country looking for it, even people abroad were searching too.

"Boss, what do we do?" There were no fewer than thirty of those guys, and if a gunfight broke out, they were the ones with the better odds.

"Why do you care who they are? Anyone you see appear here—kill every last one of them!"

"Yes, sir."

The other side opened fire almost without any hesitation. Jared Quinn shielded her while ducking behind a big tree, tossed her a phone, and said, "Call Harold Chapman and tell him to get over here immediately."

"Okay."

By the time Melody Thorne finished the call, the gunshots had already dwindled to almost nothing. Those people from just now saw several helicopters appear overhead and immediately turned around, bolting into the jungle.

"Jared!" Harold Chapman lowered a ladder from above. Jared Quinn led Melody Thorne up the ladder, Leon Rivers followed, and the helicopter disappeared straight into the jungle sky.

"Brother, they actually left. They just left like that. Weren’t they still looking for something? How can they just walk away like that?" Flora Knight screamed.

"We’ve been played." Ethan Knight turned back; behind him were many people who had grudges with their Knight Palace Gate, and the people they’d brought with them, he’d already sent back late last night.

"Brother, what do we do now?" Flora Knight screamed.

"Kill!"

On the helicopter, Melody Thorne took a shower and changed into a fresh set of clothes, finally feeling much more comfortable. Outside the helicopter window was still that endless stretch of jungle.

"Good thing we got out," Melody Thorne sighed.

Otherwise, if they just kept walking, they would definitely have died in there.

"Sis-in-law, you’re the one who said we should go, and you’re also the one who said we shouldn’t go. Which one of your words are we supposed to take?" Leon Rivers was completely lost now.

"It just suddenly came to me. I think all that earlier stuff must have been misinformation. Look down there—other than forest, what else is there? It goes on forever. If we just keep going like that, we’re never going to find it.

Because we’d die in there. And if there really were a huge stash of guns and ammo hidden here, there’d be nowhere to put it. If it was buried underground, it’s probably unusable by now, pretty much all ruined."

"So what are you getting at, Sis-in-law?" Leon Rivers slapped his own forehead. When they first went in, everything inside had already been damp and clammy; never mind hiding some kind of weapons cache.

"Let’s go back and rest first. I’ll take another look."

At the Quinn Corporation office, Melody Thorne slept through another noon in the office bedroom before her energy finally came back. She made two cups of coffee and set them on the desk, rested her head against one of Jared Quinn’s arms, and the same few drawings were still on the computer screen.

"If you can’t figure it out, then stop looking," Jared Quinn said.

"No, it’s just... I find it really strange. Look, doesn’t this look like a handgun?" Melody Thorne shifted the positions of those buildings; the outline really did resemble one, and those three buildings were like the exploded assembly diagram of the gun’s parts.