Twins in Her Womb: Sir President, Please be Gentle novel Chapter 1051

Percy placed both his arms in front of his chest and sighed. "We’ve finally arrived at our destination."

Luke’s face appeared dark when he came down from the helicopter. He glanced at the abandoned land before him. Indeed, it was previously bombed till this state back during war times. After taking a glance around, no buildings were seen. It was just an inhabited and ordinary island.

Ray frowned and looked at the empty land surrounding him. He could not believe that Bianca would be in such a place. "Can a person even survive here?"

Luke was not willing to let go of even the slightest hope and just gave a simple statement to express his determination, "Begin the search."

Percy and Ray exchanged looks with each other. "Alright, we’ll start searching."

Ray retrieved a box from the helicopter. He opened it to reveal a bunch of weapons. "I wasn't sure whether there’d be anyone here but this is just a precaution."

Percy chose a submachine gun and held it in his hands, fiddling with it. He felt rather comfortable holding it. "You have the most weapons."

Luke chose a modern pistol and opened the map of the Island of Despair. It was a map he made back when he was held here.

"We’ll be going to these three places to look for her." He pointed at the map and marked three areas.

Ray distributed the walkie-talkies and flare guns to each of them. "If you guys spot anything, communicate with the walkie-talkies and flare guns."

"Alright." Luke got up and glanced at the wide ocean. They were currently in the middle of the island. With just a glance, they were able to make out the situation that was happening on the ocean.

*Let's go." Percy brought along the walkie-talkie and flare gun. He spun around and walked away.

Luke and Ray also spun around and left as well.

…

In the underground building.

The mercenaries spotted strangers trespassing the island through the hidden surveillance cameras and immediately reported to Abel. "Boss, three men have shown up on the island."

Abel got up and smirked. "Let's go meet our guests."

Shanks’ expression did not have many changes and he was still fiddling with the few needles in his hands. "Are you going to get rid of them all?"

"No need for that. Given their abilities, they won't be able to find their way here." Abel spun around to leave. He was able to guess who were the ones trespassing before even looking at the surveillance footage. One of them was definitely Luke.

If it were in the past, he would not let such a good opportunity slip away. After all, the funds and bullets Robert had left behind were more than enough for him to go to battle with Luke.

However, Abel wanted Luke to suffer for a very long time. Hence, he would not easily make a move.

He walked into the surveillance room and looked at the surveillance footage on the computer. He recognized Luke's outline and laughed evilly. "He’s quick to make his way over here."

The mercenary took out a pistol and asked, "Boss, do you want me to head over and finish them off?"

"No need for that. Everyone will remain here." Abel shook his head and sat on the chair. He placed both his legs on the table and was staring at the surveillance footage while smoking, trying to understand these three men’s intentions.

Percy found the way to the nearest entrance leading to the underground building. A few mercenaries started becoming drenched in a cold sweat when they saw him getting closer to them.

Abel glanced at the screen, his expression composed.

He had just hired someone to fix up the place yesterday and adjust the surrounding soil. Hence, the soil in that area disguised the opening, and Percy would not be able to spot it.

In no time, Percy started getting farther and farther away. The mercenaries let out a breath of relief when they saw this.

Abel lit a cigar and took a drag of it. "Hmph, they won’t find out anything from their trip here this time."

After all, this was an underground building and it was the result of Robert’s hard work over the years. Even if Luke were to stay on this island for a few years, he would not be able to find out about this building.

On the other hand...

Bianca opened her eyes and looked at Shanks' blue eyes. He was a good-looking man with eyes the color of the deep sea. He seemed different from Abel.

She was puzzled. 'Why would he work under Abel?'

She glanced at him with a critical gaze and this made Shanks feel irritated. He immediately grabbed her hand and took her pulse.

Bianca did not fight back and just kept quiet, allowing him to measure her pulse.

Shanks measured her pulse for one whole minute before letting go. He then said coldly, "Signs of instability are gone."

Hearing his words made Bianca have mixed feelings. She was unsure whether to feel happy or sad. After all, this baby showed up at the wrong time.

Shanks looked into her eyes and was able to see through her inner feelings. He curled his lips and said cruelly, "With me around, your baby will be fine. Even if you try to protest by going on a hunger strike, I'll still have my way to revive you."

Bianca felt a pinch in her heart and stared at him. She asked with a hoarse voice, "Why would you do such a thing?"

"I'm helping Abel realize his plan because Luke deserves to suffer and die," Shanks said.

Bianca fell into despair, and her body kept trembling.

Abel was smoking a cigar and huffed out a puff of smoke. He looked at them and happened to hear Shanks mentioning his name. "What are you guys talking about?"

Shanks frowned and walked over to him, taking the cigar from Abel. Then, he used his fingers to extinguish the flame.

"Hey, what the hell are you doing?" Abel spun around and looked at him.

"If you want to have her deliver the baby in one piece, then refrain from smoking here," said Shanks. These cigars were specifically made by him just to fulfill Abel's inclination for a stronger taste. He included lots of ingredients in the cigars. Usually, smoking these would not cause any harm but the smoke was fatal to pregnant women and their babies.

Abel said impatiently, "This is a top-notch cigar. I just won’t smoke in here, then. Return it to me."