Brian held the phone, but his tone was a little bad: "Kem, we agreed before that you will call me when you arrive."
"Um...Dad, I just forgot, um..."
"Are you there?"
"Yes, we have already stayed at Cynthia's house."
"How was the trip?"
“Excellent, very nice trip, but taxis here are too expensive...”
"This is what France is like. Okay, Ken, are Cynthia's parents here? Let them answer the phone."
"Well……"
"It seems there is something I don't know. Can I tell you now?"
"Dad, um... I'm sorry, Cynthia's parents went to Spain, but I swear, Amanda and I didn't know about it before we came. It was Cynthia who wanted to give us a surprise." Kem's tone was somewhat
stammer.
"You mean you three little girls who have just grown up are alone in Paris? Kem, this is different from what we agreed before, Kem... Kem?"
The voice on the other end of the phone suddenly went silent. Brian looked at the phone suspiciously. The signal clearly showed that it was full, but he heard Ken's voice on the other side suddenly became nervous: "Wait...Dad, someone broke in.
Who are these people? Oh my God, they got Amanda..."
Kenm let out a suppressed exclamation.
"What? Kenm, what did you say? Who came in?" Brian asked hurriedly.
"Oh dad, this is terrible... ah... they... they also captured Cynthia... ah... they were beating Cynthia, oh my god... they took her away..."
Kem's tone was already crying, and Brian's face was extremely solemn. His own daughter was in danger, but he was powerless. He felt that he had to do something.
"Listen Ken, try to calm down. Remember what I taught you... take a deep breath... okay... that's it... now I'll ask you a few questions."
While Brian quickly comforted his daughter, he dug out a recording device from his suitcase, connected it to his mobile phone, and turned on the public broadcast.
"Well... okay dad, I... I'm ready." Kenm's tone was still choked with sobs, but she held it back.
Brian asked succinctly and quickly: "Did you meet anyone on the plane?"
"No."
"Where's the airport?"
"No, no, there is, Pete~~Pete."
"Pete? Who is Pete?"
"I don't know..." Cam's whimpering voice came over the phone again.
"American?"
"No."
"Does he know where you live?"
"Yes... yes, he took a taxi with us. Oh, Dad, they are coming, they are coming to arrest me, what should I do? I'm scared, Dad, help me, I'm scared... Wuwu
~~~" Kem's voice suddenly became louder, and she was obviously frightened.
"Don't be afraid, stay focused, tell me, how many are there?"
"Hmm, um~~, four...four, or five, I can't remember clearly."
"Where are you now?"
"bathroom."
"Find the nearest bedroom, hide under the bed, and tell me when you're safe."
"Okay daddy."
Kem immediately ran to the next bedroom and got under the bed. Her father was her only life-saving straw now. She knew that her father was an agent. Although she didn't know what he did specifically, what he said was definitely correct.
"I'm hiding from dad." Kenm's voice came from the phone.
"Okay, Ken, my baby, don't be afraid. Remember my words...you...will be caught by them in a while."
"Woo~~~~" On the other end of the phone, Kem's only hope was extinguished by his father himself, and he almost collapsed.
"Child, concentrate on listening to me. Next you have 5 seconds, or 10 seconds, and you must do what I say. If you listen clearly, put the phone on the ground and call everything you see.
Say it all, those people’s skin color, race, height, scars, everything you can see, say it loudly, do you understand?”
"OK."
A whimpering reply came from the other end of the phone, and at the same time there were footsteps getting closer and closer. The footsteps were very clear. It was obvious that Ken put the phone on the ground as he said.
Then Brian heard the voices of several people talking. They spoke neither English nor French, and Brian couldn't understand the other party's language. Those people entered the house, looked around, and then seemed to go out again.
"Dad... they seem to have left, ah~~~~"
Kem's hysterical yelling suddenly came over the phone. Brian could imagine Kem's despair and fear when she was discovered, but he still maintained a trace of calmness when he heard her shout: "Beard...six feet."
Gao...has a tattoo of the moon and stars on his right hand...male..."
Kenm loudly talked about every feature she could see, and there was a lot of noise, and it could be heard that there was a lot of chaos over there. Then something seemed to hit the glass, and Kenm's voice stopped suddenly, followed by a heavy sound.
There was a sound of something being dragged on the ground, as if she was being dragged away.
Brian listened quietly, and there was a little noise on the phone. Brian knew that someone had picked up the phone. His eyes suddenly became sharp, and he knew that the person who hurt his daughter was on the other end of the phone at this moment.
"I don't know who you are...
I don't know what you want to do...
If you want ransom...
I can tell you clearly...I don't
But I have some special tricks...that I've learned over my long career...
And those methods are exactly the nightmare for you people...
If you let my daughter go now...
So that ends here...
I just pretend that nothing happened...but if I don't let it go...
I will find you...
Then...I will kill you."
Brian's words were not intense, and were even a bit too calm for the father of a victimized daughter, but everyone could hear the strong confidence and determination in his words. Unfortunately, the person opposite did not take it to heart.
“Good Luck.”
After a burst of sarcastic words, the call ended, and Brian put down the phone. Although he remained calm on the surface, there was a fire burning in his eyes.
...
At the intersection of Luke Street, Owen was coming out of the convenience store with a cup of steaming coffee. He opened the car door and just got in the car when his cell phone rang.
Owen hurriedly put the coffee on the center console, looked at the caller ID, and there was a trace of doubt in his eyes: "Mr. Mills, I'm surprised that you called me, what's the matter?"
It was Brian who called. His voice was a little different from what he had seen before. It was short and powerful. He asked: "Mr. Owen, I would like to ask if your family or you have any enemies?"
Owen was stunned, and intuitively he felt that something bad must have happened.