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Chapter 1797
“Yeah. I’ll find us a place to eat.” He turned the car around.
After breakfast, they headed for Happy Valley. It was a one-hour drive.
Blair felt sleepy as the sameness of the roads and the vibration of the engine started to Lull her. But she fought the urge. She was afraid that if it got too quiet, Wesley would get sleepy too. He was up earlier than her, after all.
“Ever been to Happy Valley before?” she asked him, trying to stay awake.
“Sort of.”
“Huh?” ‘Sort of? Either you’ve been somewhere or you haven’t. What did
“sort of” mean?’
“To catch a bad guy there, I got on a Ferris wheel once.”
“Huh? Chasing a bad guy through Happy Valley? Tell me about it.”
Blair sat straight, intrigued. Wesley looked at her and began recounting what happened back then.
Besides the routine training, Wesley was assigned dangerous missions.
A few years ago, Wesley found out that a criminal had escaped to Happy
Valley, so he and some of his fellow soldiers went there to catch the guy. The criminal and his girlfriend were riding on a Ferris wheel.
Somehow the bad guy spotted him and freaked out. Despite being high in the air, he opened the door and tried to run.
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The guy was a felon. Wesley had spent months tracking him down. He wouldn’t let him run away. So he climbed onto the spinning Ferris wheel without a second thought.
The crowd saw this, and began squealing in terror. The staff stopped the Ferris wheel, and Wesley started chasing the bad guy, leaping from bar to bar, 30 stories up.
The guy would turn around to kick Wesley from time to time. There was one time, the soldier dodged to his right and almost fell off the wheel. NôvelDrama.Org owns © this.
Luckily, he grabbed the wheel in time and climbed back up.
Half an hour later, Wesley and his coworkers caught the guy on the wheel. And he earned a merit citation and a medal thanks to this.
Wesley’s account was brief. His tone was calm. But Blair was thrilled.
She knew how dangerous it had been for him.
She wouldn’t have been able to move a finger being that high up, not to mention climbing and giving chase.
“So was that the only time you’ve been there?” she asked casually.
“No.”
“Was the other time for fun?” Her mind was still on the story he had just told her.