Brian followed the wretched man to a room, which should be a small restaurant. There was some food on the table in the middle. Four men were sitting around the table drinking coffee. When Brian came in, they all stared at him with unkind eyes.
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Brian didn't seem to pay attention to everyone's attitude at all. Instead, he casually ordered the wretched man who led him in: "Bring me a cup of black coffee and add a piece of sugar."
Brian's attitude seemed to surprise several people in the room. They couldn't help but look up at him. Brian acted unconcerned. In fact, as soon as he came in, he noticed that everyone had the moon and stars on their lips.
Tattoo, it seems Owen's information is correct.
"What do you want?" The wretched man whispered a few words to a bearded man, who couldn't help but ask.
Brian did not rush to answer the other party, but took the coffee, picked up the small pot on the table, added some milkshake for himself, and added a small spoonful of sugar, and then said: "I'm here to negotiate the price.
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"We talked to Mr. Macon," another guy with a beard said immediately.
"Macon has been transferred to another district. Now I have the final say here. The price needs to be renegotiated."
Brian paused for a moment, and seeing that no one spoke, he nodded with satisfaction. He took a sip of coffee and said, "Well, it tastes good... If no one has any objections, then I'll continue..."
Brian's tone suddenly changed, and he pointed to the sky: "Look at the sky, I'm afraid you don't know yet, our satellites monitor you 24 hours a day, we know everything you do and say.
Do you know how much it costs just to change the lens angle of a satellite orbiting 2,000 meters above the earth? Ha? And the cost is rising every moment. Now that our costs have increased, your costs will also rise accordingly.
Quite reasonable, isn’t it?”
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With a snap, Irving broke a guy's neck, and he dragged the body into a room and hid it. Irving closed the door behind his back, but there was nothing he could do. The man came out of nowhere, and the two suddenly met, and he couldn't help it.
If you take action, the other party will sound an alarm.
But killing someone now doesn't have any psychological burden on him, not to mention the person he killed was a scumbag.
This is a corridor, with rooms on both sides of the corridor. He has searched for more than a dozen rooms in a row, but they are all empty, hoping that this will not be the case. Owen opened a room again, and he was overjoyed to finally see someone.
On the bed, a girl's hands and feet were tied to the bed, motionless.
Owen couldn't wait to pull her head, but it wasn't Amanda. The girl's face was a little distorted, and there was foam at the corner of her mouth. Owen felt the girl's breath and felt her pulse. It was very weak, and the girl was not dead yet.
But there is no way to save him.
Owen noticed obvious needle marks on her wrists.
Owen's heart sank. The girl's death was exactly the same as that of Amanda in his memory. He was afraid that Amanda would be the next one he found.
He searched several other rooms one after another. Some were occupied and some were unoccupied, but without exception, they were not the three girls he was looking for. Owen's heart became heavier and heavier. What went wrong with them?
It's much earlier than in the movie, but still no one has been found. The only good news may be that no other dead people have been found. No bad news is good news.
I have to say that God always likes to joke, and surprises came unexpectedly. When he opened another room, Owen finally saw a familiar face.
It was Cynthia. Her hands and feet were also tied to the bed. There were black pinhole marks on the blood vessels on her arms. Owen felt it and found that she still had a pulse, but she was no longer conscious.
He started to call her name while patting her face. After patting her for a few times but there was no response, he saw water in the water glass next to him and splashed it directly on Cynthia's face. Cynthia then slowly opened her eyes.
"Cynthia, Cynthia? Wake up, it's me, wake up, have you seen me... I am Amanda's brother... Cynthia? Where are Amanda and Kenm?"
Although Cynthia opened her eyes, they were dull and obviously still down. Owen pinched the inside of his armpit, and she seemed to come to life under the stimulation of pain.
"Where are Cynthia, Amanda and Ken? Where are they being held?"
"Ah...help...help me..." Cynthia's voice was a little hoarse, probably caused by crying before. He obviously recognized Owen. Although he was still very weak, her desire to survive made her cling to him.
Only chance to live here.
Owen knew he had to comfort her now, otherwise she would remain so agitated that she would not be able to answer the question at all.
"Okay, okay, I will rescue you, Cynthia, first tell me where are Amanda and Ken? Where are they being held?"
"I... I don't know... they separated us... I have been... locked in this room since I was captured..."
Cynthia's words were sporadic, but Owen's heart became heavier and heavier.
"Okay, try your best to stay awake. I'll go find Amanda and the others. You hide here first and don't go out. I'll take you away later."
Owen ordered Cynthia while untying the rope on her body. Cynthia looked at Owen in a daze. She was crying and didn't want to let go of the life-saving straw she had just obtained, but she couldn't hold Owen back at all.
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Several people in the room suddenly heard that Brian's satellite theory was quite reasonable, but they immediately realized that this guy was talking nonsense. This bastard didn't even bother to think of an excuse for the price increase, and he actually used satellites as an excuse.
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How could such an expensive strategic resource like satellites be wasted on gangsters like them?
Everyone was silent for a while, and Brian didn't care, and then asked: "Who among you is Mark?"
"Why do you ask?" Brian could see the undisguised defensive expressions on everyone's faces.
"I heard Mark is the boss here."
"We are all Mark."
"No, no, no, I'm talking about Mark from Drupaga."
"We are all from Drapaga."
The atmosphere turned cold for a moment.
Brian suddenly laughed, "Since you guys want to play games so much, how about a 10% increase in the fee?"
Anger flashed on the faces of several people, and the wretched man who led him in stepped forward and said: "Don't try to blackmail us at will, we understand the law."
"Hahahahaha"
As if he heard something funny, Brian had a sneer on his lips. Several people's faces were ugly. They also realized that it seemed inappropriate to say this because of their status. Brian didn't care about them, and then said sarcastically: "You said
Is this extortion? Yes, this is extortion. Talk to me about the law, what crime should I arrest you for? Extortion? Extortion? Human trafficking? Drug trafficking? Personal injury? Illegal possession of weapons?"