Overprotected By My Tsundere CEO

Chapter 828 - 538: Mechanism City [08] Pedro Langley Is Definitely a Pretty Boy [Second Update]

Oliver grew up in a sheltered environment with only a handful of fights under his belt, the last time being when he courageously stood up to a drunkard and had to be saved by Nora.

For the first time encountering a genuine kidnapping, curled up in the trunk of an SUV for an hour, facing a group of seemingly ruthless criminals... It was only now that Oliver belatedly felt his legs go weak, showing remarkable resilience and psychological endurance.

Anyone else would be too scared to even get into the SUV.

Marcus glanced at him and said, "Try deep breathing."

Oliver attempted to take deep breaths twice; although his limbs felt a bit numb, it did slightly alleviate the situation.

However, he thought the improvement was due to realizing someone else was there with him.

Without Marcus, this academic whiz might be truly intimidated.

"Why are you so calm?"

Oliver thought his brother was unusually composed.

Marcus furrowed his brow slightly and said, "I’ve helped the police before."

Peter Hughes is ruthless; he uses minors if necessary, and Marcus was forced to deal with various strange cases since meeting Peter, occasionally facing capture tasks. Even the smallest heart becomes used to it with training. Moreover, Marcus originally had a big heart.

Oliver: "..." So among the siblings, he’s the most ordinary.

"Come here."

Marcus tugged Oliver’s arm, tilting his head to the side.

Oliver understood, trailing behind Marcus like a little tail, following him step by step.

*

No one was stationed to guard behind the house.

Furthermore, there was a window patched up with paper.

Having reached this point, Marcus and Oliver crouched by the window, eavesdropping.

"A woman?"

After hearing a few sentences, Oliver raised his eyebrows in surprise, emphasizing silently to Marcus.

Marcus furrowed his brows, carefully listening.

Indeed, there was a woman’s voice, sounding very young.

She questioned sharply, "Speak! Where are the Mechanism City’s blueprints?! Who was your captain at the time?!"

Clarence, worn out after a bumpy journey, uttered a few words from his throat, disjointedly and indistinctly.

By the woman’s reaction, Clarence evidently hadn’t provided a satisfactory answer.

She said, "Pry open his mouth."

Then came the sounds of punching and kicking, accompanied by Clarence’s screams.

Oliver listened, his scalp tingling, turning to meet Marcus’s gaze and instinctively licking his lips.

He wanted to help, to stop it.

But neither he nor Marcus had the ability to do so.

A real sense of helplessness.

"Take photos. Or record a video." Marcus pressed his lips together, calmly suggesting, "Gather evidence."

Though unable to intervene in time, there was still something they could do within their capacity.

Oliver agreed, took out his phone, opened the camera app, aimed the rear lens at the hole in the window paper, and snapped several photos from different angles. Then, the two analyzed the room’s situation based on the photos, preparing to select a suitable angle for video recording.

"Besides Clarence, there are five other people." Oliver whispered, "Including the woman."

Clarence was being beaten.

The woman, dressed in red, stood aside coldly watching. Unable to capture her full face, just a side profile, she appeared under thirty, extremely young, but her indifference and hostility were strikingly evident.

"Speak!"

Just as the punching and kicking stopped, the woman’s stern, cold voice sounded again.

"Pah!"

Clarence spat.

Oliver followed the planned angle, held up his phone, aligned it with the hole, and started recording a video.

The woman delivered a kick without hesitation, unconcerned about injuring Clarence’s old bones, "Blueprints! Your captain!"

Clarence gasped, his voice fragmented, "There are no blueprints, they were destroyed long ago!"

"No backups?!"

"Destroyed under supervision."

"Who is your captain?!"

"...Used pseudonyms, everyone’s origins and destinations were confidential."

"..."

The woman was clearly furious, but she didn’t believe this was false. In other words, she had multiple pieces of evidence validating the truth in Clarence’s words.

For a classified project, confidentiality was not only external but also internal.

Only the sole captain knew the overall engineering blueprints.

The woman didn’t dwell on it, continuing with the next question: "Then reveal Mechanism City’s location!"

"..."

Clarence remained silent this time.

The woman waited a few seconds but lost patience and turned to a few henchmen, saying, "Keep hitting!"

Another round of punches and kicks.

Through the lens, the situation inside is visible, the scene was bloody and brutal, incredibly impactful. Oliver’s hand trembled, and the phone slipped directly from his hand. Fortunately, Marcus reacted quickly and snatched the phone in mid-air.

He lowered his eyes to glance at the phone screen.

At this moment, the latest WeChat message appeared in the phone’s banner.

He tapped to end the recording, lifted his eyes, and said in a deep voice, "They’re here."

Oliver’s heart clenched abruptly.

*

Outside, there were two SUVs, matching the location Oliver had sent in the photo, none had moved even an inch.

Four people.

Two drivers in the cars. Two men standing in the yard, smoking and chatting, their alertness was practically nonexistent.

Nora, Pedro Langley, Benjamin Durant, and Eli Linfield arrived near the house within two minutes of each other.

After allocating tasks with Benjamin and Eli, Nora reminded Pedro, "Stay behind me."

Pedro: "Heh."

Nora frowned, "What do you mean?"

Pedro: "Not happy."

Nora: "..." Then just go on being unhappy.

With a signal, the four moved in unison.

Nora was responsible for the two in the yard, but after she swiftly dealt with the first one, she heard movement beside her. Looking back, she saw Pedro efficiently grip one man’s neck, delivering a professional chop, causing the man to pass out instantly.

Nora raised her eyebrows.

A certain level of approval.

Pedro shrugged slightly.

At this moment, Eli, having finished his own task, grabbed Benjamin by the collar and pointed his chin towards Pedro’s direction, "Can this guy still be called a pretty boy?!"

Benjamin: "...That’s just a blind cat bumping into a dead mouse."

Eli: "..." You should really see a doctor about your stubbornness!

...

Outside, taking down four people couldn’t have been completely silent. The people inside heard it, and the punches and kicks stopped, the atmosphere quieted.

But before they could react—

"Bang!"

Someone kicked the wooden door, and it shattered into pieces immediately, turning into fragments as it rushed inside, scattering all over the floor.

The people inside: "..."

Five pairs of eyes swept over, spotting a man and a woman standing at the door, the man who kicked the door tucking his foot back, his Martin boots creaking on the wooden boards.

They froze for a few seconds.

Then they quickly reacted, turning around to grab machetes. However, as the nearest one touched the machete, the stunning beauty rushed up, his vision blurred for a moment, followed by a sharp pain in his abdomen, then his head was fiercely hit, and he lost consciousness.

The people inside were not the same level as those outside, all had solid fighting skills.

The first to fall was simply because of Nora’s fast move, catching him off guard.

The remaining four were a bit difficult to handle.

Benjamin and Eli had some skills but lacked practical experience; their ambush on the drivers relied on surprise. When it came to fighting the henchmen, they found themselves at a disadvantage.

Benjamin grabbed someone in a fight and soon found himself on the losing end. As a machete swung down towards him, cold sweat broke out, and suddenly, a figure leaped from the window, pounced the thug down—grabbing a stone and aiming at the thug’s wrist, hit it successfully, and the machete fell.

Benjamin sighed in relief and, seeing Marcus, had no time for surprise, hurried to team up with him, and with two tables and chairs smashed down, finally rendered the two thugs temporarily incapacitated with bleeding scalps.

On the other side, Eli, with the help of the arriving Oliver, narrowly escaped danger, but both remained at a disadvantage.

Benjamin wanted to help, but when he turned his head, he saw Marcus pick up a machete, walking over with an impassive face, and slashed it onto the thug’s shoulder.

—Benjamin’s eyelid twitched.

Fuck. Fuck. Fuck Fuck.

No wonder when Humphrey and I arrived in Fenton City, Nora introduced this guy to us!

He’s ruthless.

Eli took the chance to kick the injured thug down, taking a quick glance at the other side in disbelief, "Young Master Durant, touch your conscience and say he’s a pretty boy again?!"

Hearing Eli’s sudden angry shout, Benjamin looked aside and couldn’t help but curse "Fuck" again.

Pedro, this pretty boy, was fighting a woman to a draw—yes, although it was a woman, her skills were damn impressive. Holding two machetes, her skills could only be stronger than the thugs, every move was well-founded.

As for Nora, needless to say...

Her being able to leave the woman to Pedro proved she was dealing with the toughest one.

Benjamin: "..."

He was blind.

It was his illusion.

Pedro is definitely a pretty boy.

Benjamin decided he never wanted to wake up from this dream.