After patrolling the factory as usual and making sure that the workers were still working hard without any slack, Wilfred went out with confidence, got in the car and planned to go back to the mansion.
But just as he walked out of the factory gate and was about to walk towards the car that was only six or seven meters away from him, a black figure suddenly flashed out. Before he could see who it was, a hard object hit him.
of the lower back.
"Don't move, I will shoot you immediately if you make any move." came the cold voice of the man.
Wilfred's mind went blank, he shrank his neck as if he had been electrocuted, and turned his head to look at the man while trembling.
The man was a stranger and he had no impression of him at all.
What is he here for? Revenge? Kidnapping?
"Go to the car and tell the driver that you have to handle official business at the factory today and won't go back. Ask him to tell the people at your mansion." The gunman ordered while holding Wilfred with the gun and walking forward, "
If you dare to make any small moves, I will shoot you directly."
"You, please move the gun away first, I promise to do as you say." Wilfred couldn't even walk, for fear that the other party would accidentally fire, and he would die on the street without any reason.
"Shh." There was only a distance of six or seven meters. The man with the gun had no time to deal with Wilfred and took him directly to the front of the car without moving the muzzle of the gun.
"Mr. Wilfred." When the driver saw Wilfred, he got out of the car and opened the door for him.
Wilfred quickly stopped: "No, no, no, I, I won't go back today. You can tell them when you go back."
"Why don't you go back?" The driver looked confused. If he didn't go back, why did he come out to the car in person?
"Here... we still have some urgent work to deal with." For a moment, Wilfred wanted to try to reveal the information about his kidnapping to the driver, but he was afraid that he was a desperado and could have been solved with some money.
Things turned into a desperate matter, but I still couldn't muster up the courage to wink.
"Why didn't you just call?" In the past, Wilfred would call directly to inform him of anything, without letting him, a little driver, talk to him.
"The phone...is broken. Anyway, go back, hurry up." Wilfred urged as he felt the muzzle of the gun on his lower back exerting force.
"Okay, okay, I'll leave first." The driver didn't dare to delay and drove away.
Seeing the car disappearing around the corner of the road, Wilfred seemed to feel a little more relaxed, but also seemed to be more unsure: "You, you, do you want money? Money is easy to come by, follow me back to the factory and I will give it to you.
"
"How much money do you have on you now?" The gun-wielding man led Wilfred towards the alley, "Take it all out."
"I feel like..." While Wilfred was taking out the money, he tried to resist walking into the alley. No one could see him in the alley. This person could do whatever he wanted to him. It was really too dangerous.
The man with the gun couldn't help but push the person into the alley and grabbed the money: "Just a few dozen gold grams?"
"I usually don't carry a lot of money with me. If that's not enough, you come back to the factory with me, and I'll get you as much as you want. You put the gun down now, and we can talk about it if you have anything to do. I can't escape anyway, right?"
Wilfred suddenly regretted that he had looked at the appearance of the man with the gun, and was worried that he would arouse the man's vigilance and kill him.
"Turn your back, lean against the wall, and raise your hands high." The man with the gun kept his gun pressed against Wilfred's waist. He seemed to be afraid of entering the factory. He was unwilling to grope up and down on his own, trying to get rid of Wilfred's body.
Find more money.
"I really don't have any more now. Even if it's 100 gold grams or 500 gold grams when I return to the factory, it's easy to negotiate..." Wilfred, who was facing the wall, couldn't stop trembling.
"close--"
"Bang!"
The man with the gun was just about to tell Wilfred to calm down when a foot came out of nowhere and kicked him hard on the head.
"Uh!" The man with the gun fell to the ground. After vaguely seeing four or five people suddenly appearing in front of him, he got up and ran away without any resistance.
Benedick, who kicked him, did not chase him, but picked up the long cylindrical piece of wood that the man dropped: "A piece of wood scared you like this?"
Wilfred turned around and saw that the gangster who held him hostage had escaped without a trace. Several tall men gathered around him and breathed a sigh of relief: "I thought it was a gun, but I didn't expect this."
Boy... Anyway, thank you. Come, follow me to the factory. I will give each of you a sum of money to express my gratitude..."
As he spoke, Wilfred's voice became hoarse.
He sensed something was wrong.
Why was there no movement at all when so many people appeared? How come you were not afraid when you saw someone holding you hostage with a gun and dared to come up to you?
Could it be that this group of people had been staying here hiding in the darkness before he was kidnapped?
"We don't want any money, come with us." Benedick waved his hand, and two comrades from the sub-station immediately arrested Wilfrid.
"This?" Wilfred was stunned. He had just escaped from one gangster, why did he fall into the hands of another group of gangsters? When did he become so popular in the eyes of gangsters?
"Don't worry, we are from Nack Weaving Factory. We just want to talk to you. If you don't make trouble, we will ensure that you leave safely and come back safely." Benedick said,
He took out the pistol from his waist and said, "But if you dare to use any tricks, it would be unlucky. We all have real guns here."
"N-Nack, from the weaving factory?" Wilfred's eyes widened.
His only connection with the Nak Weaving Factory was that he secretly ordered someone to beat its workers. Is it possible that this was discovered so quickly?
It must be like this, otherwise the other party would have no reason to send people to arrest him.
Wilfred felt regretful. If he had known that Nack Weaving Factory had such a terrifying search ability and that anyone with a gun would arrest him at any time, how could he have dared to instruct his men to do it: "I didn't do that thing.
, It really wasn’t me who did it, it was my subordinates who made their own decisions, and it was only later that I..."
Is this the move?
Was he the one who ordered things to be done?
Verak has prepared so many things in the factory but he hasn’t used them yet!
"Tell me what happened." Benedick was not sure whether what Wilfred admitted was consistent with what he thought, so he decided to dig deeper. It would be best if he could dig out other things.
"It really has nothing to do with me. I only found out after the fact. I have been trying to make up for it..."
"I'll let you tell me what happened!"
"Okay, okay, yes, it's like this. Our factory recently had a business conflict with you, and then one of my subordinates wanted to show off in front of me, so he sent people to beat the workers in your factory without my consent.
I want to cause you some trouble. After I found out about this, I immediately
I punished him, really. I scolded him severely. I have been thinking about how to explain this matter to you these days. I have always believed that competition in business is legitimate. Using this trick
I really can’t get on the stage..." Wilfred explained the situation while still clarifying his relationship.
Sure enough, it was about beating workers.
Benedick was a little unbelievable that he asked it so easily.
Now that the real culprit has surfaced, there is no need to arrest the factory owners of other factories? Benedick glanced at the time on his watch, considering that all the teams had already taken action, and it was too late to stop.
"Come with us first. I have a lot to talk to you about." Benedick stopped talking to Wilfred and escorted him back to the Nack Weaving Factory with other comrades from the sub-station.
The workers at the Nak Weaving Factory had already gone off work, and in the area that had been vacated to build a printing and dyeing workshop, Andre had temporarily built some airtight rooms, in which many intimidating torture instruments were placed.
Wilfred was led into one of the rooms and after seeing the horrific torture instruments, one of them staggered and knelt down in front of the chair.
It won't hurt him, and he will be sent back safely after the conversation. It's all lies!
If it was really just a conversation, would it be necessary to create such a big battle?
"You rest here for a while, and someone will come to see you later." Benedick helped Wilfred sit on a chair and left.
Outside the room, Verak looked at Andre's day's masterpiece and admired it: "It's quite impressive. I think it will scare these people out of their wits."
"Be careful during the interrogation later and don't strike too harshly," Andre reminded.
"I didn't intend to use those things, just to put psychological pressure on them." Verak didn't think that this group of people could resist torture for several days or more than ten days like himself and Rose.
"Verak, Andre." After Benedick locked Wilfred in, he came to the two of them.
"No one noticed it?" Verak asked.
"Don't worry, even the people in our own factory don't know that a group of factory owners have been imprisoned in the factory."
Verak was very satisfied with Benedick's arrest operation. There were no emergencies in the operation, which saved him from having to make more troublesome arrangements: "That's good. The fewer people who know about this matter, the better."
"By the way, I was busy arresting people just now, so I didn't have time to tell you that Wilfred, the owner of Wilfred Weaving Factory, had already recruited someone on the way here," Benedick said.
"Recruit, recruit?" Verak thought he heard wrongly.
"Well, it just happened that a gangster kidnapped Wilfred..." Benedick told the whole story.
Verak was not fooled by Wilfred's words: "It's impossible. No one would dare to do such a big thing against us without his permission, and we haven't ruled out whether it was his fault.
A rigorous interrogation is still needed next.”
Andre didn't care about that. The biggest reason he was relieved was that he knew the murderer was not the government: "It seems you made the right bet."
"Although I am gambling, doing these things is still based on a relatively solid logical foundation." Verak does not feel that his behavior is outright gambling, he prefers to call it judgment, "Since it has been ruled out
The government's suspicion has been raised, and the murderer has been successfully found. You can rest assured and go and inform Comrade Mellen and Teacher Keating first."
"Yeah." Andre admired Verak even more.
Verak's courage is beyond their reach, and in many cases such courage is the key to victory.
"Is Winston still working on the cooperation plan in the office?" Verak asked when he saw that Winston did not show up.
"should."
"By the way, let him hurry up. If you can't use it, you can use the draft. Anyway, we are not going to start cooperation right away." Verak can finish talking to these factory owners in almost an hour. He is worried that Winston will do it after an hour.
The edges haven't been done yet.
"Okay, I'll leave this to you first, I'll go to the office." Andre left quickly.
"Is everyone here?" Verak picked up the mask that had been prepared.
"All seven factory owners are here," Benedick said.
Putting the mask on his face, Verak adjusted it slightly: "Please keep an eye on the area to avoid being discovered by the workers."
"You should also be careful."
"Oh, don't worry." Verak walked into the room where Wilfred was first.
At this time, Wilfred was sitting on a chair with a torture instrument.
Looking at the trembling Wilfred, Verak chuckled: "Put the things down. It's better to not use this thing to defend yourself."
"Who are you?" Wilfred thought it was Andre who came to see him, but to his surprise it was a mysterious man wearing a mask.
He was very sure that this person was not Andre, because Andre had no need to wear a mask.
"It doesn't matter who I am. I didn't go to all the trouble to invite you here today just to discuss who I am." Verak didn't pay attention to the torture instrument in Andre's hand and sat calmly opposite him.
"You don't need to tell any more lies. Now that you're here, let's talk openly and honestly."
"I have already said what needs to be said on the road. This matter is indeed something we did wrong. Although I have punished that ignorant subordinate before, I will still deal with it seriously and give you a satisfactory solution when I go back this time.
Explain." Wilfred wanted to be tougher, but found that no matter what he said, he seemed to be showing weakness.
"I said, it's not easy to invite you here. Now that you're here, let's have a good talk. There's no need to talk about those things. Everyone knows whether it's your subordinates who are making decisions and whether it was arranged by you.
." Verak said.
"Then what do you want?" Wilfred simply asked Verak's plan.
"Did I allow you to ask me questions?" Verak became a little impatient and was not polite to Wilfred. "I will give you one last chance to tell the whole story. If there is any fraud,
You will be responsible for the consequences."
Wilfred's face turned pale.
The other party gave him absolutely no room for maneuver and insisted on talking openly and openly about things that were not on the table.
He had to obey himself.
"...It was my instigation." Wilfred admitted.
"Is it just you?" Verak asked jokingly, as if he had more secrets.
Wilfred's expression changed again.
He seemed to realize something.
"Did they tell you? No wonder...I said, how could you find out so quickly..." Wilfred thought he knew something.