"Please, uncle, I beg you!"
The little boy across from him seemed urgent, not even giving James a chance to speak.
"Uncle, save her. They're going to kill her and take her heart to give to another child.
I'm begging you...I know this is a bold request, but..."
"But I don't know who else to turn to. I don't want my sister to die!"
"Uncle, I know you're the best. As long as you help me save my sister, I'll do anything for you in this lifetime. Whatever you want me to do, I'll do it..."
Before the little boy could finish, a scream came from his phone, followed by the angry voice of a middle-aged woman.
"You little brat, who are you calling?"
"And who told you to call him?"
"Click!"
The phone went dead, but the little boy's desperate plea still echoed in James's mind.
The boy seemed so hopeless, so desperate that he saw Logan James as his last hope.
James clenched his fists, worried about the safety of Luke and his sister.
Children without parents wandering outside were truly not treated as human beings.
Although Luke and Nita had not been found yet, since the incident had occurred, James could not just sit idly by.
He remembered the image of the little boy protecting the little girl at the airport, the first time they had met. Such a stubborn and sensible boy.
He deserved to be loved by the world, didn't he?
James watched as Freya strode towards him. He was about to ask her to investigate the source of the phone call they just received when she handed him a few photos.
"Commander, we've found the two young masters," Freya said.
"After reviewing the surveillance footage, we discovered that the young masters were taken to a private orphanage early this morning."
James took the photos and his pupils dilated as he recognized the faces of the two children he saw at the airport earlier. The person who called just now was Logan Luke!
He said that his sister was dying and someone wanted to take her heart to give to another child!
"Prepare the car!"
"We need to get to the orphanage as fast as possible!"
James tightly clutched the two photos, his heart in knots. He had already missed these two children twice, he couldn't afford to miss them again! If he did, it could be forever!
"What are you waiting for? Prepare the car!" James shouted.
"If anything happens to these homeless people, I will make sure everyone involved pays with their lives."
"Go to hell!"
James's killing intent was palpable, and even Freya, standing next to him, struggled to catch her breath. She didn't know what had happened, but she could feel the same killing intent as yesterday emanating from the commander.
Would Michigan be stained with blood once again?
"I'll prepare the car, Commander," Freya said, not daring to waste any time. She quickly ran ahead and stopped the car in front of James in no time.
"I'll drive!" James sat in the driver's seat and without even closing the car door, he sped off. The thunderous sound echoed through the streets as the car accelerated to its maximum speed of 300 miles per hour. At this speed, even a small stone could cause the car to lose balance and explode upon impact.
But James didn't care about any of that, not even his own life. "Faster!" he muttered to himself. "We have to be faster! You two, you must wait for me."
At the same time, Michigan City was once again shaken. Wood Kevin received a call from Freya, who told him that they had found the two young masters at the orphanage. However, the orphanage was planning to kill them.
At the same time, all the high-ranking officials in Michigan City received direct orders from the provincial capital and even the capital city. They were to gather all their forces and surround the charity orphanage.
No one was to be allowed in or out without James's orders. If there was any resistance, they were to be shot on sight.
In the charity orphanage, a 15 or 16-year-old child was hanging from a beam, covered in blood and with both legs unnaturally bent, clearly broken. Below the child, a middle-aged man was coldly smoking a cigarette, indifferent to the child's bleeding.
"You little bastard, if you dare to steal someone's phone and snitch again, I'll kill you," the middle-aged man snarled.
"I took you in to make money for me, not to get me thrown in jail. Do you really think that kid can contact any big shots?" he continued, stomping out his cigarette and hitting the child's leg with a stick.
"You're all orphans, to put it bluntly, unwanted bastards!" he sneered.
"Who would risk offending our entire orphanage for a bastard like you?" the man's gaze was full of contempt, his smile brazen. He swung his club again, as if he were beating a dog, not a living person.
Meanwhile, in the basement of the building behind him, even more cruel things were happening.
A little boy's hands were tied, and a burly man was pulling his hair.
The boy looked at the doctor struggling violently not far away, blood streaming down his scalp.
His eyes were full of anxiety, but because his mouth was gagged with a foul cloth, he could only make a "wuwu" sound.
"Smack!"
A slap echoed through the closed room, and the burly man stared at the little boy.
"Be honest with me. You didn't ask someone to come save your sister, did you? I'll let you watch as your sister dies!" he snarled, his face twisted with ferocity. He was excited when he looked at the small body on the bed.
This little girl could earn him a whopping 100,000 dollars.
She was much more useful than the little boy in front of him.
Beside the little girl was a man in a white coat, who was a black market doctor specializing in human organ trafficking. At the moment, the doctor was adjusting the dosage of anesthesia. He couldn't give too much, or it would affect the freshness of the heart, but too little would cause unbearable pain for the little girl.
"Can you hurry up?" A wealthy woman standing next to the doctor glanced at her son lying on the bed. He was born with a heart disease and she had been searching for a suitable heart for him for a long time.
However, her son's blood type was extremely rare, making it almost impossible to find a match. But now, she had stumbled upon one, so she brought her son here.
As for the innocent little girl in front of her who was going to die, what did it have to do with her?