Chasing My Pregnant Wife by Night Rvelations

Before his departure, Theodore carried Steve in his arms for a long time, saying many things to him.

"Stevie, I'm so sorry. If anything were to happen to Daddy, I can't take care of you anymore. I know I should be doing that and that I shouldn't be so selfish, but I can't help it. I have to go save Mommy. If I don't cback, you must listen to Grandpa and Grandma. They will take care of you." Theodore kissed his cheek.

"I left you many videos, enough to last you till you turn 18. Remember to watch one every year on your birthday. I want you to know that I'll remember you forever." He started tearing up.

"I'm sorry, Daddy needs to go. I'll protect myself and your mommy as best as I can. We'll definitely find a way back home." Theodore put Steve back into his cot.

"Dada..." Steve leaned against the edge of the cot and blinked innocently at Theodore.

"I'm sorry. Daddy's leaving." He planted a final kiss on Steve's cheek and left, his heart breaking.

Steve plopped onto the mattress and started wailing, "Dada...!" Theodore set off with a bunch of men.

Veloso and Blencalgo weren't neighboring countries and he first had to transit at Caltary.

Christopher leveraged his political influence to negotiate with people in Caltary to allow them in and infiltrate Veloso through them. Their agreement con one condition, which was that if Theodore's operation failed and things were to blow up, Caltary would claim ignorance that people from Blencalgo snuck into Caltary in disguise and would hold them accountable for it.

His request was reasonable. It was natural for each country to consider its own interests.

Their help was sufficient, as long as they could enter Caltary.

Theodore and his men arrived at the base they previously agreed on, which was along the borders between Caltary and Veloso. The terrain was rough and studded with wild vegetation. Rolling hills surrounded them, the aura of death hanging heavily around them.

Theodore instructed his team members to build a temporary base at the borders.

The team in charge of communications laid out all their high-tech communication gadgets and started to establish a steady connection. The intelligence and reconnaissance team stationed themselves at the border, surveying the situation there and ensuring that all was safe.

The one receiving them in Veloso had given them a map of the underground passageway, Sebastian's address, as well as a blueprint of his villa.

A car would await them at the end of the tunnel and send them to a spot two kilometers away from Sebastian's villa, where they would get off and go on foot. If they succeeded, they would meet at the agreed time. The car would drive them back to the borders.

This tunnel was dug during the war and had been abandoned for many years, hidden deep in the dense forest and mountains. The terrain was complex, like a maze, and it was easy to get lost inside.

An accurate map was necessary as a guide, otherwise, getting out of the tunnel would prove an impossible endeavor. Before entering the tunnel, Theodore and his team members synched their watches.

It was 9.10 pm.

The men dressed in black military uniforms stood in a row like an iron-clad wall and replied in unison, "Yes, sir." They were a group of well-trained mercenaries indeed.

Theodore went on, "Tfor a final check of your weapons and communication devices." Veloso had a strict ban on the inteand electricity at night, and there would be no signal. The screens of their panoramic electronic map would be pitch black. All who entered the country would find their electronic communication devices unusable.

The satellite communication devices Theodore and his team were equipped with allowed them to et communicate even in places without intecoverage. They were er compact and portable, and allowed them to communicate when installed on their bulletproof helmets. After the check was done, Theodore led the way and entered the tunnel, his men following right behind him.

The tunnel was winding and narrow, dark and very wet. They had to rely on the torches attached to their helmets as they carefully followed Theodore, cautiously observing their surroundings just in case anything were to happen.

If they followed the map, it would be a walking distance of about five kilometers through the tunnel. Although it wasn't a long distance, the tunnel was only slightly more than one meter tall. Everyone had to bend over, which added to their burden. They walked on quietly, staying alert at every moment.

Suddenly, they found two corpses on the floor, one bigger than the other. The bodies had long rotted away, indicating that they had probably died a long tago. The clothes still hanging on their corpses looked like those of Veloso residents. They probably wanted to flee the country through the passageway but lost their way and ended up dying there.

If it weren't for the harsh living conditions in Veloso, why would they try to flee at the expense of their lives? Despite their most valiant efforts, they still failed.

Although this tunnel was dangerous, vel.ne it was the safest place for Theodore. No one was guarding the place except for soccasional patrollers. Above them were mountain ranges with steep and rugged terrains while they were in an underground maze. It was a natural cover for them. Flatlands along the border, on the other hand, were guarded by tall electric fences and military forces.

No one would think about sneaking into Veloso through the borders. Only Veloso residents would want to escape through them. The tall electric fences weren't a defense against foreigners, but to prevent their countrymen from fleeing.

Buildings and houses in Veloso often experienced blackouts due to power outages, and people had to endure the pitch-black darkness at night. Yet the electric fences along the border never seemed to run out of power.

The men strode past the corpses and continued on their way. It was strenuous to crouch and walk, and their foreheads were beaded with sweat in no time.

To make things worse, the air was limited in the tunnel. It was getting harder to breathe.