One night Two babies by Liz Pinelis

"Stop yelling. I saw it!" the man driving the car roared.

The man in the passenger seat was trembling, "What on earth should we do now? Just stop and surrender. Give this woman back to them. Maybe we can still be alive."

"Yes." The people in the back seats also thought that this method was the best. They all nodded and persuaded.

The man driving the car said with a grim face, "Naive! Do you think it is possible? They came with special police. Obviously, they wanted to tell us that they wouldn't let us go easily. Even if we surrender, we won't end up much better."

"But..."

"Well, no but." The man who was driving snarled. His eyes were determined.

"Anyway, we have reached this point. Let's just take this woman to die together. Then we won't get our family burdened, and that person might give our family a sum of money when he sees that we kill this woman."

As soon as he finished speaking, the van suddenly became quiet. Those men looked at each other, and they all seemed to be moved a little.

Violet saw it. The joy of being rescued in her heart dissipated, replaced by fear.

She shook her head violently and screamed, wanting these people to dispel the idea.

But these people obviously didn't understand what she meant. They took a deep breath and the expression on their faces became firm.

"Okay, it is better to die in our own hands than to be caught and shot by the people behind."

"Good buddy!" The driving man nodded in relief, then narrowed his eyes. In Violet's horrified eyes, he turned the steering wheel and drove the car towards the roadside barrier.

This road was built on the mountainside with a cliff below. Once the car fell, none of the people inside would survive.

The special police and Stanley who were chasing them saw through the intention of the van and were shocked.

"No, the culprits in the van are taking hostages to commit suicide. Stop them quickly and ensure the safety of the hostages!" The special police captain eagerly shouted into the headset. After receiving his order, the other special police officers responded quickly and speeded up, trying to stop the van.

Stanley did the same. He stepped on the accelerator and rushed over, trying to use his car to block the van to prevent the van from committing suicide.

However, he was still a step late. The van had broken the roadside barrier, and the entire front of the car was not protected by roadside barrier, and rushed down the cliff.

At this moment, they were all stunned. No one thought that the people in the van were so determined and cruel. They would rather commit suicide than be caught by them.

"No!" Stanley's face changed. His eyes were red and he roared. He wanted to rush down, but he was stopped by the special police captain behind him, "Mr. Murphy, calm down!"

Stanley ignored him, unfastened the seat belt with trembling hands, got out of the car, ran to the place where the van rushed down and looked down.

The vast clouds covered everything under the mountainside. There was no way to see the shadow of the van. No one knew the current situation of the van. No one knew where it fell, and what happened to the people in the van.

But such a high cliff, it was conceivable that people who were in it would not have any good results.

For a moment, Stanley's mind was blank. He seemed to be exhausted. He shivered, and he felt a little dizzy.

If it hadn't been for a special policeman nearby who noticed him in time and pulled him, he might have fallen off.

"Mr. Murphy, are you okay?" The special policeman asked with concern.

Stanley didn't answer him. He just clenched his fists, and stared at the special police captain, "What are you doing there? Notify the helicopter! Go down the mountain to save people!"

"I've already notified. Mr. Murphy, calm down." The special police captain replied with his hand on the headset, and then pointed at a few people, "You guys, first glide down the mountain from here. Search for the location of the van, and send the position to the helicopter later!"

"Yes!" Those special police officers responded.

Stanley squinted, "I'll go too!"

"This..." The captain hesitated.

After all, the man in front of him was not ordinary. If something happened to Stanley, they couldn't afford the consequence.

Stanley also knew the captain's concerns. He took a deep breath, and tried to calm his inner emotions, "My love is in the van. I can't just wait here."

Whether Violet was alive or dead, he must find her.

Hearing that, the captain said nothing more and agreed, and then someone gave Stanley a set of equipment.

Stanley just slid down the mountain with a few special police officers.

At the foot of the mountain, several people separated and started searching.

Stanley also searched a place by himself, but after searching, there was nothing.

He started to be anxious. His face was gloomy. He punched a tree next to him.

At this moment, the walkie-talkie in his pocket suddenly rang. The captain's voice came from inside, "Mr. Murphy, we found Miss Hunt."

"Where?" Stanley quickly picked up the walkie-talkie, held it to his mouth, and asked eagerly.

"In a resident's house."

"Why is she in a resident's home?" Stanley frowned, but didn't think much about it for the time being. Then he asked again, "How is she now?"

Knowing what he wanted to ask, the captain smiled and replied, "Don't worry, Mr. Murphy. Miss Hunt is still alive. I will let the team members tell you the specifics later. You can go to the resident's home now. I will send you the location."

After speaking, Stanley's mobile phone received a location.

He suppressed the huge surprise, and checked that the position. It was not too far away from him. After turning off the walkie-talkie, he hurried over.

About ten minutes later, Stanley came to the destination. It was a small self-built bungalow. There were two special policemen guarded outside the door.

Two special policemen saw him and walked towards him, "Mr. Murphy..."

"Where is she?" Stanley asked, clenching his fists.

One of the special police officers made a gesture of inviting, "Please follow me."

Stanley followed and came to a room on the second floor of the bungalow.

The special policeman opened the door. Then Stanley clearly saw everything inside the door.

Violet was sitting on the bed, wearing a gray floral dress, holding a bowl in her hand, and lowering her head, taking sips and sips of the dark soup in the bowl. It was her! It was really her!

Stanley's tense heart relaxed completely. Looking at her, he yelled softly, "Violet!"

Hearing his voice, Violet froze for a moment, then looked up at him. Her small mouth pouted. Her eyes were red, and her voice was aggrieved, "Mr. Murphy..."

Stanley couldn't help it anymore. He walked to the bed, and hugged Violet into his arms.

Violet was so suddenly hugged by him that she couldn't help but to be shocked for a while.

But soon, Stanley let go of her again, holding her face and looking carefully, as if to see if she was injured.

He found that her face was a little pale and her cheeks were a little red and swollen, but there were no other scars. He breathed a sigh of relief, then raised her chin and kissed her lips. Violet was dumbfounded. She was staring at him. After a long time, she reacted. She was blushing and pushing him away, wanting him to let go of her.

Stanley also really let go of her.

She shrank quickly to the corner, covered her lips and looked at him in surprise, "Mr. Murphy, just now..."

"Sorry, I'm late." Stanley interrupted her, "It's so great that you're fine!"☐☐☐☐☐☐☐☐☐☐☐☐☐☐☐☐