Chapter 409: A Long-Awaited Embrace
The room fell silent as everyone turned, stunned, to see a swarm of uniformed officers storming in, weapons drawn.
"Drop your guns!"
"Mr. Barry, you are under suspicion of kidnapping Mr. Eric Nelson. Cooperate and lower your weapon!"
"Everyone, drop your guns now!"
Barry’s legs nearly gave out as he recognized the group as international law enforcement. Eric, still composed, let out a cold chuckle. Raising an eyebrow, he said leisurely, "Be smart about this, Barry. Your country’s military police and criminal investigators are here. Resisting won’t end well for you. Think carefully—this was your brother’s trap. Perhaps it’s time to reflect on your stupidity."
Barry trembled with rage, his bulk shaking as Bowan’s voice crackled through the phone. "Barry, what’s happening over there?"
Barry didn’t reply. He smashed the phone against the floor in frustration, his fleshy face contorted with fury. Glancing at the officers, whose steely expressions betrayed no mercy, Barry finally raised his hands and placed the gun on the floor.
His men, once so accustomed to swaggering about under Barry’s command, nervously followed suit. They lowered their weapons, their bravado evaporating as they realized they were now prisoners.
Barry scowled at Eric, his voice seething with malice. "Eric, this time I’ve been framed. Next time, you won’t be so lucky."
The officers swarmed in, restraining Barry and his men with forceful efficiency before escorting them out. Eric exhaled deeply, a weight lifting from his chest.
Thankfully, his team had acted quickly, buying him just enough time. The police in Country W had proven remarkably efficient, arriving within minutes. Had they been any slower, Eric wasn’t sure he could have kept stalling.