Chapter 135: Things are not over yet (please collect, recommend and vote, please vote monthly)
Chapter 135 The matter is not over yet (please collect, recommend and vote, please vote monthly)
“No, no, don’t touch me.” Kim cried over and over again, while using various methods to resist the suspected kidnapper in front of him.
“No, I just want to help you unlock the handcuffs.” Pike protected his face with his hands and relied on it to make ends meet.
“What happened?” John Smith came in.
Pike stood up helplessly, "You'd better do it, I can't handle her."
Smith walked over silently, his eyes full of softness, "Are you Kim?"
Smith pulled down the mask on his face, and a face that was at least 70-80% similar to Brian Mills appeared in front of the girl.
“Dad?” Of course Kim admitted her mistake.
"I'm your uncle, Brian is still on the plane." He walked to the bed and opened her handcuffs with a saber, "My name is John Smith, nice to meet you."
The old guy knew from experience that Kim had not been harmed, and he finally felt relieved.
“Your dad will be here soon.” Smith emphasized again to reassure Kim.
Kim had no doubts, because this face was so similar to her father that no one would believe them even if they said they were not brothers.
Kim cried loudly for the rest of his life, and threw himself into the arms of his uncle, who was almost exactly like his father, seeking comfort.
Smith was in a panic for a while. He had never experienced getting along with children and had no idea how to deal with the current situation.
“By the way, how is Amanda?” Kim vented for a while. After he recovered a little, he thought of his good friend who was kidnapped with him.
In front of a house, Smith pulled the door handle and warned again, "Kim, her condition is not very good. You have to be mentally prepared."
Opening the door, Kim saw Amanda lying on the bed, seemingly lifeless, and couldn't help but cover her mouth, "Oh God."
This room is extremely simple, basically just a bed and a small table, cheap wallpaper on the walls, and garbage and stains everywhere.
Amanda was still wearing her top, with a blanket draped over her lower body. Her jeans and underwear were thrown on the floor. Her right hand was raised high and handcuffed to the head of the bed. Her left arm was hanging outside the bed. There were bruises on the crook of her arm and a **** one. The needle dropped to the ground.
Kim squatted in front of the bed, panicked and at a loss. "What happened to her?" she asked Smith in a trembling voice.
"She is still alive." Smith didn't know how to explain it. "But she was injected with drugs and is just in a coma now."
“Hospital, yes, take her to the hospital!” Kim pulled Smith and shouted anxiously.
“Calm down, Kim,” Smith said as he held the child in his arms, trying to calm her down.
“There are not only Amanda here, but also many girls. We can’t just send them to the hospital.” Smith explained to her as concisely as possible.
This group of Albanians were so blatantly looking for targets at the airport, and dared to break into private homes in broad daylight and kidnap people directly. This was definitely in collusion with the local police and government departments, and those people should have taken a lot of black money.
If you simply hand them over to the police, these girls may be returned to the hands of gangsters the next day. Don't doubt the limits of those people.
“Listen to me carefully now, we will contact the media to publish the news here, and photos of the scene will also be posted online.” Only by fermenting public opinion can the safety of these girls be guaranteed.
"After that, whether it's the police or the media, you have to say that you have never seen us and don't know who saved you." Smith looked seriously into Kim's eyes, "There is also a girl who was just arrested. She It's also not hurt, which is a good thing, it doesn't make you stand out too much."
This matter is very important. With so many people killed by gangsters, it is impossible for them to remain unresponsive. This is to prevent them from taking revenge on these girls. Although this possibility is very small, we cannot rely on the moral character of those scum in any case.
Of course, this is not the best choice for Kim. Later, the media will dig up the identity and background of everyone here, and the pressure from society will be great.
But there is no good solution to this matter. When faced with two kinds of damage, of course the one with the least harm should be chosen.
Kim can't escape this matter unless she gives up Amanda, but the child probably won't agree to it.
Parker is taking photos and videos in various rooms, which will be sent to Birkhoff for processing by the company’s team, who are better at doing things on the Internet.
“Brian still has an hour to get off the plane, and until then you’re completely on your own.”
"What should I do?" After all, Kim was just a girl of seventeen or eighteen years old. She had never encountered anything like this before, and she was already panicking about safety.
"Doing nothing but crying." Smith gave Kim some advice. They couldn't stay here too long and asked Kim to wait until Brian arrived. His father would naturally handle the rest. Never underestimate the network of retired CIA agents who worked from the Cold War to the 21st century. These people are called RED (Retired Extremely Danganrous), retired and extremely dangerous.
“Smith, it’s almost time.” Pike has already recorded the video. They have been here for too long.
Pull Kim back to the original room, restore the handcuffs to their original appearance, and continue to give instructions.
“Modoc, stop playing around, let the drone return and bring the car over.” He used the intercom to call the insane pilot who had already played tricks on the drone.
"Received", Modoc reluctantly landed the drone used to monitor the surrounding situation. Although he couldn't experience the feeling of dying while operating this small toy, it was still quite fun.
That Marco Hoxha was lying on the ground with his hands tied behind his back and his mouth gagged. Albert had one foot on his head.
"Take him away." Smith took out a sedative and stabbed Marco in the neck hard. These people were probably on drugs, so they used a double dose.
and Albert picked up the unconscious gang leader and walked outside. The matter was not over yet, and **** was waiting for him.
They don’t need to deal with the rest of the matter. If you send a message to Birkhoff, someone will pretend to be an insider, send the photos and videos to the major media, and report it to the Paris police.
Not only that, Birkhoff also checked missing persons records in Paris based on the photos and contacted the families of the girls.
It won’t be long before these bomb-like information will detonate public opinion across Europe, making it impossible for the French government to cover it up even if it wants to.
(End of this chapter)