Old Rex asked in surprise: "How is it possible? Your people are all from special forces. How come you can't subdue a few kidnappers?"
"Who knows, let me find a way now. If something happens to them, the two of us will wait to go to court."
Toot toot…
Old Chris was completely stunned. That team also failed. Who were the people on the other side?
It's really not easy to clean up all their elite teams.
But thinking about having to pay 50 million U.S. dollars himself, this would cost him a lot of money.
No matter how greedy I am over the years, I can't go beyond this number.
Old Chris was pacing around the room restlessly. The only solution he could think of now was his father in the State Department Building.
As long as he steps forward and mobilizes a stronger team, the problem will definitely be solved.
So, old Rex called his father and said, "Father, something happened here and I need your help."
"explain!"
"That's right, Rex has been kidnapped. The kidnappers need us to pay 50 million US dollars to rescue him."
"Do you still need to find me for this kind of thing? Can't you just solve it?"
Old Rex said in embarrassment: "I have sent people to rescue, but the other party is a mercenary organization, so we can't get close to the other party at all, and even the best rescue team here was wiped out."
"What a waste. Give me the location and I will send someone there."
"Yes, yes, okay, thank you for your hard work."
............
Outside the factory, a car came and a big black man in a suit got out.
His face was a little solemn and he said to the driver: "Go back. You are not allowed to come near this place without my permission, and you are not allowed to see anyone."
"yes!"
After the driver left, the big black man walked inside.
What he saw in front of him surprised him. He saw a group of people hanging upside down in the factory, still in a coma.
"General Osborne, please, my master is waiting for you above." Chris walked out and said with a smile.
Osborne nodded and walked upstairs, opened the door and saw Ning Fan sitting inside.
He sighed and said: "Your Majesty the Thousand-Faced God, what do you mean? We don't seem to have provoked you."
"Sit down, don't worry. If I really want to do something, can you come here safely to meet me?" Ning Fan smiled lightly.
If it weren't for Chris, Osborne wouldn't have known that the oriental-faced man in front of him could be the Thousand-Faced God.
In fact, he had never seen Ning Fan's real face, and he was even less sure whether this face was his own.
After Osborne sat down, he asked: "Is there someone below who is causing trouble for you again? You can tell me and I will help you solve it."
"I would like to ask, are you participating in the artificial god project?"
"I can't say that."
"Osborne, I know your ambitions. I am just a manager of a force. I don't want to interfere with your affairs. But you must not include the faceless ones. Although you cannot destroy country A, your economy and national defense will be destroyed."
It won’t be a problem if our strength retreats for ten years.”
Osborne nodded: "We won't. I believe you can guess the matter clearly, so I won't say more. I did have this intention, but the plan failed after all."
Although they guessed that it was the Faceless Men who did it, what could they do and immediately launch an army to encircle and suppress it.
It is simply impossible. Once the Faceless Men retaliate, they will definitely suffer great losses, and they may not be able to kill one of the Faceless Men.