CHAPTER 47: CHAPTER 47: HE TOOK HIS MOTHER’S SURNAME AND INHERITED THE GRANT FAMILY’S BUSINESS EMPIRE

Unexpectedly, the child had been kidnapped by the criminals.

This is truly a coincidence.

If she hadn’t come up the mountain today to look for paints and happened to encounter this, no one would have guessed the criminals would hide the child in the mountains.

"Let me go, I want to go home, I want to go home..." Henry Gallagher cried and struggled as he bit the hand of the short, fat man.

"Ah~, you little brat actually dare to bite me." The short, fat criminal got angry and raised his hand to hit him.

The other tall, skinny criminal walked over and advised him, "Don’t use your hands, don’t use your hands, what’s the point of fighting a kid?"

"This little thing keeps causing trouble, maybe give him another shot of sleeping medicine!"

"Eldest Young Master Gallagher, you’d better behave, or you’ll get a shot in the arm."

Hearing this, Henry Gallagher was so scared that he immediately stopped crying and fussing.

He was most afraid of injections.

"Wuwu... I want to go home..."

"Once your father pays the ransom, you’ll be sent home soon. For now, endure staying here," the tall criminal coaxed him and carried him into the tent.

"Damn, Henny has been kidnapped." Josephine Thompson was anxious and took a closer look at the tent.

There are a total of five kidnappers.

They definitely have other accomplices, and they must have guns and weapons on them.

With just her and Julian Grant, there’s no way to rescue the child.

"Let’s memorize this location and hurry down the mountain to report to the police!"

Julian Grant held his breath and kept a sharp eye on every move of the criminals, "Josephine, stay here and don’t move."

After he finished speaking, he crouched down and quietly circled to the back of the tent.

Seeing this, Josephine Thompson became even more flustered and called him quietly, "Julian Grant, what are you doing? Don’t act recklessly!"

"There are too many of them, and if we can’t rescue the child, we’ll be caught too. Let’s hurry back and report to the police, get them to rescue people."

Before coming here, she originally brought a satellite phone.

But Julian Grant accidentally dropped it off the cliff, now there’s no signal in the mountains, the best way is to quickly go down the mountain to find help.

Julian Grant turned back and gave her an ambiguous smile with a carefree attitude, "Shh~, just stay here and don’t move, I’m going to rescue the child."

"Don’t go, it’s too dangerous." Josephine Thompson was anxious and dared not speak too loudly.

Julian Grant ignored her and already sneaked through the trees to approach the tent.

A few criminals were probably starving and were dividing up food to eat.

"Give me another bottle of water, and that bread."

"I have to pee urgently, going to take a leak."

"Go farther."

The tall, skinny criminal held a cigarette in his mouth and hummed a tune as he walked into the woods behind the tent.

Walked about fifty meters away.

The criminal unzipped his pants, prepared to urinate.

Like a ghost, Julian Grant silently arrived behind him.

"Who?" The criminal heard faint footsteps and immediately turned to check.

"Bang!"

Julian Grant leaped forward, twisted his hand to encircle the criminal’s throat, and twisted hard. With a "crack" sound, the neck snapped.

"Uh~" The tall, skinny criminal groaned, and his body lost support like a snake.

Julian Grant dragged him, pulling him into the nearby bushes.

Then, he rummaged through the criminal’s body for any weapons.

Didn’t find a gun, only a dagger.

About ten minutes later.

The other criminals felt something was wrong, "Why is Finnegan Gable taking so long to pee?"

"He must be doing a big number two."

"Shabby, go take a look."

"Alright!"

The criminal nicknamed Shabby stood up and followed the direction to look for him.

"Finnegan Gable, are you done?"

Just as he shouted, Julian Grant unexpectedly dashed out from behind a tree.

"Bang--"

"Ugh!" Shabby fell unexpectedly.

Julian Grant kicked Shabby in the gut, not giving him any chance to react. Immediately went up and with a "crack", snapped his neck.

Easily dealt with two kidnappers.

Julian Grant looked disdainful, "So weak, why bother being a kidnapper? There’s no challenge at all."

How could these people be his match?

Since childhood, he was an energetic and physically robust troublemaker. With Muay Thai, Hong Quan, Judo, Boxing, Sanda, he reached the highest level in each.

He also aspired to join special departments like his brother and become a special talent maintaining world peace.

Unfortunately, the entire family was against it.

His brother followed their father and entered politics. He followed their mother and went into business. He was expected to inherit the commercial empire from his maternal grandparents and was carefully trained in business.

Yet he disliked the machinations and deceit common in the business world, so after returning to the country, he never worked a single day at The Grant Group.

"These three little rascals aren’t even enough for me to practice with."

He then eyed the three criminals at the tent door, planning to finish them off swiftly.

As long as they didn’t carry guns.

Even if there were 30 more criminals, he wouldn’t regard them as anything.

A bald criminal sensed something was wrong, "What’s going on? Why have they both been gone so long?"

"Curly, Cross-eyed, grab your gear, let’s go and check."

A curly-haired criminal heard this, immediately pulled out a gun from his back and went with the bald criminal to check.

The cross-eyed criminal also immediately brought out an AK, vigilantly looking around.

Hearing this commotion.

Josephine Thompson’s heart raced, hiding behind a big tree, not daring to move. At the same time, she worried more about Julian Grant’s safety.

"Damn~, Julian Grant the troublemaker, always loves to show off, this time he’s in big trouble."

Curly’s gun muzzle flashed coldly, as he and the bald criminal approached from left and right, forming a pincer movement.

Julian Grant hugged the tree trunk, holding his breath, seeking an opportunity to strike.

"Come out! I see you, if you don’t come out, I’ll shoot!" Curly suddenly aimed at the right shrub and pulled the trigger, firing two shots.

"biu--biu--"

The bullets whistled past, grazing the leaves.

With the silencers attached, the gunshots weren’t deafening.

Julian Grant’s pupils contracted sharply as he secretly rotated the dagger in his hand.

These two bandits were obviously trained, unlike the two bumbling ones from before.

"Come out quickly, I can see you."

"Curly, could it be the police?"

"Probably, be careful."

Baldy saw this and his face twisted with rage, "That damn Nathaniel Gallagher, he actually dared to call the cops. For two billion, he won’t even want his son."

"Stop talking, quickly take the child and leave."

Baldy said no more, immediately turned his head and quickly headed towards the tent.

Inside the tent.

"You little bastard, your dad won’t pay to rescue you, better reincarnate early!"

Baldy cursed while anxiously picking up Henry Gallagher, planning to run.

If they couldn’t escape, then deal with this little brat on the spot.

Henry Gallagher kicked his little legs and screamed, "Let me go, it hurts! Daddy... Daddy..."

Josephine Thompson heard the screams and instinctively peeked out to check.

The bandit was holding Henry Gallagher, preparing to flee.

The other two bandits, armed, were inching closer to the large tree where Julian Grant was hiding.

"No, I can’t let the bandit escape. If he gets away, he’ll be hard to catch."

Even though Henry Gallagher wasn’t her biological son,

He was still the child she carried for nine months and gave birth to through immense hardship.

She couldn’t bear to see the child in danger.

Thinking of this,

Josephine Thompson quietly stood up, holding a pepper spray, and approached the bandit.

"Stop, put down my son."

Baldy heard the voice and turned to look.

"Sss~" Josephine Thompson didn’t dare delay for a second; she quickly opened the pepper spray and sprayed it into his eyes.

"Ugh..." Baldy instinctively closed his eyes and simultaneously fired at Josephine Thompson.

"Watch out, Josephine!"

"Bang!" A gunshot rang out.

Josephine Thompson reacted extremely quickly; having practiced self-defense since childhood, she instantly dodged and rolled on the ground.

Baldy’s eyes were burned by the spray, and he couldn’t open them, only firing blindly, "Bang bang bang."

Due to his blurry vision, none of the three shots hit.

"Woosh!"

A sharp dagger, with a forceful whooshing sound, was thrown from over ten meters away.

"Crack--"

The dagger shot straight into Baldy’s throat.

"Ugh!" Baldy clutched his neck in pain.

Henry Gallagher fell heavily to the ground.

"Henny." Josephine dove over, shielding Henry Gallagher behind her, and took out a stun baton, zapping Baldy.

Baldy convulsed a few times and lay motionless.

Henry Gallagher was terrified, but seeing it was Josephine, he cried and leaped into her arms, "Mommy, I’m so scared."

"Don’t be afraid, Mommy will protect you." Josephine hurriedly picked up Henry Gallagher and retreated, hiding behind a large tree.

"Bang bang bang!"

Cross-eye and Curly heard the commotion and immediately fired at Josephine’s position again.

Seeing this, Julian Grant leaped out from behind the tree.

He kicked Curly’s wrist, causing the gun to fly out of his hand.

Julian Grant moved swiftly and decisively, landing a hard uppercut on Curly’s nose.

At the same time, he leapt up and grabbed the gun.

"Bang!"

With the sound of a gunshot, the gun in Cross-eye’s hand was shot away.

"Ahhh..."

Cross-eye panicked, turning to flee.

Julian Grant chased after him a few steps, kicked him to the ground, and pressed his knee against him, "Tell me, how many accomplices do you have?"

"None, none left."

"You’re not telling the truth, are you?" Julian Grant twisted his arm and dragged him up.

Seeing this, Josephine finally breathed a sigh of relief, "Let’s tie him up first."

"Yes, then notify the police to arrest them."

Of the five bandits, three were knocked unconscious, two seriously injured.

A little while later,

Josephine Thompson and Julian Grant found some rope and securely tied the five to the tree.

After the crisis was averted,

Julian Grant looked at her with concern, "Josephine, are you hurt?"

"I’m not, and you?"

"I’m fine too."

Josephine Thompson breathed a sigh of relief and quickly checked on Henry Gallagher, "Henny, are you okay? Let Mommy check if you’re hurt?"

Henry Gallagher was dirty-faced but otherwise fine, "Bad Mommy, I want to go home. Take me home quickly."

After saying that, he instinctively pushed Josephine away, refusing to let her hold him.

Grandma Dixon had told him that Mommy had the smell of death. If he let Mommy hold him, he’d get the smell too, and he wouldn’t be able to make friends in the future, everyone would avoid him.

So, he was very resistant to letting Mommy hold him.

"..." Josephine felt a chill in her heart, weakly letting go.

A child that wasn’t her own by blood really couldn’t be close.

Even though she just risked her life to save him, he had no gratitude at all.