chapter 5 Home ===

All this happened in less than ten seconds.

Unexpectedly, and even more incredibly.

"Who is he?" Giselle looked through the car window, staring at Dunstan holding a shotgun, her beautiful eyes filled with shock: "He doesn't seem to be from your security team, does he?"

At this moment, the bodyguard was too astonished to utter a word, merely shaking his head slightly.

"Damn it, I'm going to kill you."

Far away, the only two remaining people seemed crazed, from a team of twelve, now only they stood alone.

To plan this operation, they had spent countless efforts.

Creating a high-speed accident, bribing insiders from Hayes Pharmaceutical Group to get Giselle's movements.

Success seemed within reach, but now, everything seemed to be vanishing before their eyes.

However, Before that person could cock the gun, Dunstan's shotgun was already flying out of his hands, smashing into the man's head like a cannonball.

Bang!

The metal barrel of the gun broke in two, and the man was knocked unconscious.

Dunstan sneered, strolling towards the last criminal. In the eyes of others, a terrifying criminal, but to Dunstan, they were just a bunch of chickens and dogs.

"You, you stay away."

The man was completely panicked, even though he was still holding a shotgun, he forgot to pull the trigger.

Until Dunstan came up to him, grabbed his collar, and lifted him up, the man snapped out of his daze, trying to struggle.

But in the next moment, he suddenly felt weightless, a huge force flung him out, crashing him hard onto a nearby Mercedes, knocking him unconscious.

Finally, the tense atmosphere on the scene suddenly dissipated, everyone's gaze focused on Dunstan, feeling shocked.

"This is a true master."

"Even the ace instructor I had in the army didn't have such strength, to overpower these criminals without a weapon in hand."

At this time, Giselle had no interest in listening to the bodyguard's sentiments.

Her gaze was fixed on Dunstan, with a strange palpitation throbbing within her.

Just as she was about to get out of the car, she was pulled back by the bodyguard next to her: "Ms. Hayes, we can't get out of the car now. Although the other party is a friend rather than a foe, we absolutely cannot act rashly before the emergency team and the police arrive."

"Better safe than sorry."

Giselle was stunned at this moment, not because of the bodyguard's words, but because her gaze met with that man's.

In fact, Giselle didn't know that Dunstan couldn't see inside the car.

He just instinctively looked towards the tinted car window, his mind filled with curiosity about the kidnappers' target.

At that moment.

Suddenly, the sound of helicopter blades cutting through the air came from afar, Dunstan turned his head to look, his eyes narrowing disdainfully: "The hardware is not bad, but the domestic security companies are too weak. Eight against twelve, even without weapons, there should be a fighting chance."

After a dismissive shake of his head, Dunstan simply mounted an all-terrain motorcycle and revved the engine.

Glancing back at the Mercedes one last time, he then sped away.

It was only then, Giselle stepped out of the car, gazing at the departing figure, her heart trembling, imprinting the vaguely seen face deep in her heart.

The highway and provincial road were congested in both directions.

Dunstan rode the motorcycle for ten kilometers before stopping on the roadside to hail a taxi.

As for the criminals' all-terrain motorcycle.

It was evidence, and the police would surely continue to track the motorcycle's whereabouts.

Although Dunstan was saving people, he had been involved in a gunfight and didn't want to get tangled in those troubles. So, he made sure to clean up after himself as much as possible, finding a way to blow up the motorcycle's fuel tank in the wasteland.

A minor episode didn't affect Dunstan's mood.

For him, such a small-scale skirmish wasn't even considered a fight.

After figuring out that the former slum had become a high-tech park, Dunstan immediately told the taxi driver the destination upon boarding.

Then, he began to inquire about the slum's renovation in various ways.

Fortunately.

This taxi driver was an experienced one. As soon as Dunstan mentioned the slum's old street, he immediately knew the place.

"The renovation of the slum area left the old street untouched. It's said that when the demolition was initially planned, the development company deceived several families out of their land deeds and house ownership certificates, which led to lawsuits and the project being put on hold."

"Until now, as housing prices have soared, the value of that land has also skyrocketed, and no one is willing to develop it."

"Last year, it seems this matter even made the news, saying that the few households left on the old street are 'paupers sitting on a fortune.'"

"There's nothing to be done, really. They have houses but no one wants to develop the area. It's said that many of these families aren't living well, which is quite ironic when you think about it."

Hearing this, Dunstan didn't know whether to laugh or cry.

The entire slum area was cleared except for the old street, and that's exactly where his home was located.

His parents haven't had much improvement in their lives over these years.

However, there's a silver lining.

If nothing goes wrong, he should be able to find his mom and dad pretty soon.

With this thought, Dunstan couldn't help but shiver, the images of his parents swirling in his mind, even his eyes slightly teary.

About an hour later, The taxi arrived in the high-tech park area, where the once continuous low houses had been replaced by tall buildings, leaving Dunstan unable to find any trace of the past ten years.

Only when the car turned into the shadow of a large building and he saw the stretch of old houses spanning five to six hundred meters, did Dunstan get excited.

"Sir, just stop at the street corner."

After paying and getting out of the taxi, the driver was nearly overjoyed.

Euros!

He hadn't realized that this casually dressed individual was actually a returning overseas person.

Having been a taxi driver for over a decade, he had ferried countless foreigners and had his own unique way of verifying the authenticity of foreign currency.

At the street corner.

Although the original bumpy cement road had been replaced with new asphalt and the previously rampant sewage was gone, the cluster of low houses still looked the same as ten years ago.

A few households had even renovated their homes.

Walking briskly down memory lane and turning into an alley, the first house was the old Dunstan home.

What used to be a wooden door had been replaced with a security door, complete with a doorbell.

Just as Dunstan pressed the doorbell, a familiar voice came from inside: "Who is it? Old Dunstan forgot something again. Look at your terrible memory."

In the midst of her rambling complaints, the security door was suddenly opened by the person inside.

And the moment the middle-aged woman's gaze fell on Dunstan, her voice stopped abruptly.

"You, you, you..."

Her hand trembled uncontrollably, pointing at Dunstan, unable to utter a complete sentence.

"Mom."

"It's, it's me."

"I'm Dunstan."

Boohoo!

The middle-aged woman immediately threw herself into Dunstan's arms, bursting into tears.