Abigail’s Second Life

"Ms. Quinn, Larry's gene mutation issue is about to be solved. | plan to implement the plan in the next two days."

Martin eagerly shared his plan with Abigail during dinner. Abigail hummed and glanced at Andrew. "You should

ask his opinion."

Actually, Simond hadn't replied to her yet. However, she had been dragging for almost a week. Previously, she

used Larry as an excuse, but Martin had been working overtto resolve Larry's genetic issue to put her mind

at ease.

Now that Larry's genes had completely stabilized, Abigail couldn't use that excuse to stop him anymore. She

feared Martin would see through her intentions. "These two days? Won't it be too rushed?" Andrew didn't object.

He simply felt that these two days weren't enough for them to be well-prepared for the escape. Most

importantly, they didn't have anything on hand except for medicine.

The people guarding outside could use guns, whereas they didn't even know how to use one.

Martin shook his head. "No. I've been preparing since a week ago. Although we don't know how to use guns, we

know how to use medicine."

He seemed confident in the drugs he had researched.

In the past few days, Abigail had also learned that he had made a lot of toxic sprays.

But sprays are only effective at close range. Those people outside, on the other hand, have firearms. Won't it be

like throwing straws against the wind?

I had been thinking for a week, but I still couldn't figure out why Martin wanted to do this.

Abigail remained silent, and so was Andrew.

Upon realizing this, Martin couldn't help but feel a little angry. "Just say whatever you want to say. Feel free to

speak up if you have any ideas or opinions."

"Dad, do you know what firearms are?" Andrew asked Martin with a serious demeanor.

Of course, Martin knew what they were. Still, he stubbornly replied, "We can just knock out the guards at the

door, can't we? They will also sleep at night. We can silently make them unconscious, so problems are solved,

right?"

Abigail nodded gently. "What if the guards at the door are just the first batch? There might be others lurking in

the shadows that we don't know about."

"| tend to believe that there are more guards in the shadows. Richard invests a lot of money in your research

work every year. Do you think he would only assign a few people to guard the door? Let's set aside whether you

have any ulterior motives or not. It's still unknown if the outside world has any ideas about you."

Andrew's words resonated with Abigail, who also nodded in agreement.

"So, what do you suggest we do?" Martin's excitement slowly cooled down because of Andrew's words.

"We need weapons, and we need to know how to use them. Otherwise, we won't be able to leave here.

Alternatively, someone needs to find out the situation outside and rescue us," Andrew elaborated calmly. The

former option is simply impossible. No matter how many months we spend learning, we will never reach the

level of expertise possessed by the people outside.

The second option, on the other hand, relies on Abigail.

Martin fell silent. At this moment, he realized the importance of connections.

Abigail was puzzled. Martin can totally ask for my help, yet he doesn't say anything else.

Just like that, they finished their meal. Martin headed upstairs.

Andrew, too, appeared to have something weighing heavily on his mind. Sear*ch the Findwebsite on

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Despite being clueless about what they were thinking, Abigail had a bad feeling about it.

Could Martin and Andrew be hiding another plan from me?

Like a shot, Abigail messaged Simond.

'How did it go?"

'l was just about to tell you. Besides the guards at the entrance, there is indeed a group of armed surveillance

personnel in the shadows. It's best if you don't make any moves. Also, there's a sniper. If Martin dares to use

drugs against the guards at the entrance, you or Andrew will probably be the first to be sniped."

A sniper...

Abigail's face began to take on a grim expression.

‘Alright.’

Abigail put her phone away and went upstairs to find Martin.

"Mr. Colleen, we can't act impulsively right now. Since you said you wanted to leave this place, | had someone

slightly check our situation. According to the informant, there's a sniper secretly watching us. If you insist on

leaving, | definitely won't follow you. By the tyou leave, the sniper's target will surely be Andrew and not

you."

When it cto Andrew, Martin naturally wouldn't act recklessly.

"Is the information reliable?" Martin looked at Abigail, his face filled with concern.

"Of course," Abigail replied.

Martin sighed. "Do we indeed have to be trapped here?"

"Why don't you lethelp?" Abigail didn't want to waste any more time. If Martin truly wants to leave, I will

have Simond find a solution. If that doesn't work, | will confess to Kevin and Sean and ask for their assistance.

"I know you have the capability. But | want to leave isn't because | want to return to Eswadia," Martin whispered.

"Someone likewill be subjected to investigation if | return to Eswadia. | may also possibly lose my freedom

for the rest of my life."

"You didn't commit any crimes. Why would you lose your freedom?" Abigail questioned.

"But | have the ability. Do you think the government will spare me?" Martin sighed. "In addition, Richard will

definitely spread rumors. When that happens, there will be countless individuals who want my help. There may

even be hidden dangers."

"In that case, it's the safest here. So, why do you need to run away?" Abigail's eyes dimmed.

| seriously suspect that Martin has ulterior motives. Otherwise, why would he consider relying on his own abilities

to escape?

Martin waved his hand. "Letthink about it."

"Okay." Abigail went downstairs.

She felt she couldn't be passive.

As for what Martin was thinking, she had no interest in knowing either.