Chapter 669 - Intercepting the Corpse
Chapter 669: Intercepting the Corpse
Translator: Atlas Studios Editor: Atlas Studios
This sudden message was like a shocking thunderbolt striking the top of Reynold’s head. A chill ran down his spine all the way to his feet, making him feel as though he had plunged into an ice cellar.
“No, this is impossible. My son is definitely not dead. This… text is definitely some made-up nonsense!” Reynold shook his head profusely, in complete disbelief of this bad news.
However, at this moment, his phone received another message. But this time, it was a short video only about ten seconds long.
Reynold pushed on the play button with trembling fingers.
“Immediately drive to the woods in the southeast of San Francisco and burn Dallas’s corpse! Remember to do it without anyone noticing and leaving any traces behind. Do you hear me?
“As for this car, I never want to see it again. Destroy it somewhere. Push it off a cliff or drive it into the river, just get rid of it for me. Got it?”
Nate’s familiar yet cold voice sounded when the video played. The person in the video was clearly Nate. Reynold had seen him countless times and would never mistake him for someone else, so it was impossible for someone to pretend to be Nate and doctor the video.
The latest red Maserati sports car beside him and the license plate number on it were extremely familiar to Reynold.
The corpse in the open trunk of this Maserati was revealed.
Although the resolution of the video was low, Reynold could tell at a glance that the corpse in the trunk of Nate’s Maserati was none other than his precious son, Dallas!
“Dallas!” the grief-stricken Reynold howled furiously while gripping his phone tightly as tears gushed out of his eyes.
He actually had two sons. But when his eldest son was only five years old, he had accidentally fallen down the stairs and hit his head due to the negligence of the servants. As a result, his eldest son had died on the spot.
Later, Reynold became infertile because of an accident.
Therefore, Reynold doted on his only son, Dallas, greatly. He cherished him so much that he spoiled him as much as possible.
Later, the Walkers and the Watsons became rather close, so Reynold simply asked Dallas to befriend Nate.
In Reynold’s opinion, Nate had an extremely high status in California, and no one in the state would dare to offend him.
He thought that if his son became close to Nate, no one would be so ignorant as to bully Dallas.
But Reynold never thought that his precious son would suddenly die, and his corpse was even in Nate’s car!
After receiving the text message, Reynold didn’t believe that Nate had murdered Dallas.
But he had now seen his son’s corpse in the video with his own eyes and heard with his own ears Nate instructing his subordinates to destroy his son’s corpse!
If Nate didn’t murder Dallas, why didn’t he tell Reynold? There was no reason for him to hide it from him and even order his men to get rid of Dallas’s corpse quietly without leaving any traces.
“Gather all the people still in the Watson residence right away. Come with me to the woods near San Francisco immediately!”
San Jose was southeast of San Francisco, and the woods were between the two cities. Because it was remote and left undeveloped, the grass and trees had all overgrown, making it a good place for hiding the evidence of crimes and destroying corpses.
Since Reynold had already found out about it, there was no way he could just watch them burn his son’s corpse without an explanation and destroy the evidence for him to avenge his son.
Reynold gritted his teeth and roared furiously, “No matter what, we must rush ahead of the Walkers and bring Dallas’s corpse back!”
The secretary, who had heard the whole thing at the side, was already drenched in cold sweat. “Yes! Mr. Watson, I’ll get to it immediately!”
Fifteen minutes later, the Watsons’ convoy sped all the way and overtook numerous cars to arrive in the woods. They pulled over at a mountain road junction that automobiles inevitably had to pass.
San Jose was geographically closer to the woods, and since the Walkers were coming from San Francisco, they had to go around a steep mountain. Thus, Reynold was confident of catching up with the Walkers before they arrived here.
Just as he expected, after waiting for around six minutes, a pair of headlights appeared, and a bright red Maserati drove over at a moderate speed.
As soon as Reynold saw the striking color of the car, a terrifyingly cold glint of hatred appeared in his eyes.
The corpse of his son, Dallas, was lying in the trunk of this car!
Nate’s assistant, driving the Maserati, was already covered in goosebumps because he had to drive in the middle of the night with a corpse in the trunk.
As soon as the car turned into the mountain road leading to the woods, it was suddenly blocked by several black Mercedes-Benz on the narrow mountain road, making it impossible for him to pass.
The assistant panicked a little. But at the thought that he was Nate’s valued assistant, he felt a great sense of pride again.
There were very few people in California who dared not to respect the Walkers.
Nate’s assistant slammed on the brakes and honked several times. But the convoy in front of him didn’t move an inch. Not only did they not make way for him, but a few burly men even walked out.
The assistant rolled down the window and yelled, “Get out of the way! Didn’t you hear me honking? I work for the Walkers of San Francisco, and I’m Nate Walker’s assistant. If you don’t hurry up and get out of the way, you’ll be making an enemy of the Walkers. Can you afford to bear the consequences?”
After working for Nate for a long time, the assistant had gotten used to bossing others around and being all arrogant.
“Hah, get out the way, my foot! You’re just a dog of the Walkers. How dare you throw your weight around in front of me!?” Reynold’s eyes were bloodshot as he hollered lividly, “Go kill him!”
“Yes, Mr. Walker!” Six tall and strong bodyguards in black suits came out from behind Reynold and rushed straight toward the red Maserati.
Only then did Nate’s assistant realize that things were amiss. Flustered, he wanted to roll up the windows and turn around to flee, but how could he have the time to do so?
Before he could start the car, a toned and muscular arm reached into the car through the window to grab his neck and pulled him out of the Maserati..