Charlie was in a wheelchair with thick plasters on his legs.
When he heard the knock on the door, he thought it was the takeaway he ordered, but who would have thought that when he opened the door, he saw Levendi.
Charlie's first reaction was that he had a great job, but Levendi was reluctant to let him go, so he finally came to visit him.
However, he is stupid and has some ability to observe people's emotions, otherwise he would not have been favored by Levendi in the first place.
When he saw that Levendi's face didn't have an expression of concern or entanglement, but a harsh and condescending look on his face, he knew he was going to be a bad guy.
However, he couldn't imagine what Levendi wanted to do with him. He just thought that Levendi couldn't hold back his anger and wanted to come over and humiliate him, and even broke his leg that had just been reattached and was still covered in a thick plaster.
He immediately made a mournful expression, hoping that with his sharp tongue, Levendi would at least let him go temporarily.
Otherwise, if Levendi really wants to beat him again and break the leg that he just connected, he will really be in pain.
"I'm sorry! I know it's all my fault, don't..."
Unfortunately, before he could finish his sentence, Levendi kicked his plaster leg and slid back with the wheelchair.
Afterwards, Levendi closed the door, still looking at Charlie condescendingly with a stern and cold expression.
"I...I..." Charlie still tried to use words to get Levendi to give up revenge on him, but he was so nervous that he couldn't even finish his words. The most important thing was that Levendi's current expression and state were...
It's so scary.
Levendi was dressed very casually, with messy hair and no makeup at all.
His eyes were dark and bloodshot, and he looked like he was high. This state was even more vicious, and it really made Charlie feel a little desperate.
"What are you? Do you still think that I have softened my heart and want to come and see you? Stop dreaming. Now, be honest with me..." As he spoke, Levendi actually took out his pistol.
Looking at the black muzzle of the gun, Charlie was simply out of his mind. Of course he knew that Levendi's family, although it could not be said to be a murderous family, was definitely not afraid of being involved in lawsuits involving a few lives.
"Don't kill me, don't kill me... No matter what, I won't die..." Charlie was so frightened that he was trembling all over, and he almost forgot about the pain in his legs. Now, he just hopes that Levendi will not die...
It's not that he was really high, otherwise, in that kind of confused state, just a slight movement of his fingers would have completely sealed his life.
He hoped that Levendi could still maintain a little bit of rationality.
"Shut up! I won't ask you questions, so you'd better not make a sound!" Levendi raised his hand and hit Charlie's head hard with the butt of his gun. He tried to dodge, but it fell over.
He got out of the wheelchair and fell to the ground.
The whole person curled up into a ball, Charlie didn't dare to move, but he closed his mouth obediently.
There is only one thought in Charlie's mind now, that is, he hopes that the takeaway he ordered will arrive quickly. At least, if someone is outside, Levendi will not be crazy enough to kill him in front of others.
Levendi, on the other hand, glanced disdainfully at Charlie, who was huddled on the ground, and walked to the head of the bed.
After all, she has been with Charlie for so long, and she knows where Charlie usually puts his money.
Opening the drawer of the bedside table, there was indeed a wad of cash lying inside, but the amount was very small. They were basically five-pound notes. They looked quite thick, but they definitely did not exceed two hundred pounds.
It’s not Charlie’s fault. If he hadn’t been stuck at home now, he might not have even this little cash. After all, we are in an era where mobile phones are used to pay with credit cards, and no one would carry so much cash with them.
of banknotes.
"Is there any cash at home?" Levendi turned around, pointed the gun at Charlie, and asked coldly.
Charlie was confused and thought that this script was too strange. Levendi came to me to steal money? Does he want me to starve to death in the house without any money?
Facing the black hole of the gun, Charlie certainly knew that there was still a possibility of survival even if she was trapped in the house, but if she didn't hand over the cash honestly, with Levendi's current seemingly insane attitude, I'm afraid she would really
Pull the trigger.
"Also, there's more...but it's not much...I still have a lot of money in my card. You can take it all, as long as you don't kill me."
Charlie crawled on the floor, quickly found his wallet from the sofa, and then took out the cash and bank cards inside.
"The password is your birthday, you know..."
Looking at the few thin banknotes handed over by Charlie, Levendi frowned and asked: "You only have this little cash at home? Don't you usually like to put some cash at home? I remember you have a small one
Safe..." Levendi said while looking for traces of the small safe in the house.
Charlie was trembling and said: "I had my leg broken, but I didn't dare to go to the hospital. If I went to the hospital, the doctors would definitely call the police. I could only go to the doctors on the market and tell them that I broke my leg. They
Although I don’t believe it, I won’t ask too much. I gave all my cash to that doctor as a fee for his treatment... I really have no cash now!”
Levendi didn't believe it at all. He walked up to Charlie, raised his foot, and stepped on the cast on Charlie's leg with the heel of his high heel.
"What I'm asking you now is, where is your little safe hidden?" Levendi's heels pressed hard back and forth on the plaster.
How could the fragile plaster withstand the crushing force of Levendi's heel? It soon cracked, and Charlie also felt the piercing pain. He couldn't help but scream, and large beads of sweat began to appear on his forehead.
As soon as his shouting started to show some signs, he felt a cold breath in his mouth. Levendi directly stuffed the muzzle of the gun into his mouth, lowered his voice, and roared: "Charlie, I
I'm not kidding you now, you better tell me honestly where your little safe is. Otherwise, there will be an extra hole in the back of your head..."
Charlie was so frightened that he trembled all over. He peed and pooped, and a stench suddenly filled the room.
Levendi frowned, covered his nose, and stuffed the gun into Charlie's mouth again.
The muzzle of the gun was almost stuck in Charlie's throat. Charlie felt uncomfortable and retched. At this time, he finally realized that he used to like to let women deepthroat him, but it was such an uncomfortable experience.
There was a whining sound coming from his mouth and Charlie was waving his hands, which meant that he had a gun in his mouth and was speechless.
Levendi pulled the gun back, and Charlie gasped for air, accompanied by constant retching.
"Say, where's the safe?"
Charlie didn't dare to be nagging anymore, and rushed under the bed while crawling. Levendi thought he wanted to hide, walked over, and easily overturned the bed made of steel frames.
Seeing Charlie lift up a piece of floorboard from the ground, Levendi realized that she had misunderstood him. Then, she saw Charlie take out something similar to a small hotel safe from under the floorboard.
"Here, here, the password is 9627."
Charlie struggled to put the safe at Levendi's feet and hurriedly reported the password.
"Open it..." Levendi didn't want to do it herself, she gave the order.
Charlie hurriedly opened the safe, and Levendi saw that there were indeed several wads of cash in the safe, all of which were fifty-denomination banknotes. It was estimated that there were ten or twenty thousand pounds.
