"No, no, don't touch me." Kim cried over and over again, while using various methods to resist the suspected kidnapper in front of her.
"No, I just want to help you unlock the handcuffs." Parker protected his face with his hands and relied on it to make ends meet.
"What happened?" John Smith came in.
Parker stood up helplessly, "It's better you do it, I can't handle her."
Smith walked over silently, his eyes full of softness, "Are you Kim?"
Smith pulled down the mask on his face, and a face that was at least 70-80% similar to Brian Mills appeared in front of the girl.
"Dad?" Of course Kim admitted her mistake.
"I'm your uncle, Brian is still on the plane." He walked to the bed and opened her handcuffs with a saber, "My name is John Smith, nice to meet you."
The old guy knew from experience that Kim had not been harmed, and he finally felt relieved.
"Your dad will be here soon." Smith emphasized again to reassure Kim.
Kim didn't have any doubts, because this face was so similar to her father that no one would believe them even if they said they were not brothers.
Kim cried loudly for the rest of his life, and threw himself into the arms of his uncle, who was almost exactly like his father, seeking comfort.
Smith was in a panic. He had never had any experience with children and had no idea how to deal with the current situation.
"By the way, how is Amanda?" Kim vented for a while. After she recovered a little, she thought of her good friend who was kidnapped together with her.
In front of a house, Smith pulled the door handle and warned again, "Kim, her condition is not very good. You have to be mentally prepared."
Opening the door, Kim saw Amanda lying on the bed, seemingly lifeless, and couldn't help but cover her mouth, "Oh God."
The room was extremely shabby, with basically only a bed and a small table, cheap wallpaper on the walls, and garbage and stains everywhere.
Amanda was still wearing her top, with a blanket draped over her lower body. Her jeans and underwear were thrown on the floor. Her right hand was raised high and handcuffed to the head of the bed. Her left arm was hanging outside the bed. There were bruises on the crook of her arm and a bloody figure.
The needle was dropped on the ground.
Kim squatted in front of the bed, panicked and at a loss, "What happened to her?" she asked Smith in a trembling voice.
"She's still alive." Smith didn't know how to explain, "But she was injected with drugs and is just in a coma now."
"Hospital, yes, take her to the hospital!" Kim pulled Smith and shouted anxiously.
"Calm down, Kim." Smith held the child in his arms, trying to calm her down.
"There are not only Amanda here, but also many girls. We can't just send them to the hospital." Smith explained to her as concisely as possible.
This group of Albanians were so blatantly looking for targets at the airport, and dared to break into private homes in broad daylight and directly kidnap people. This was definitely collusion with the local police and government departments, and those people should have taken a lot of black money.
If you simply hand them over to the police, these girls may be returned to the hands of gangsters the next day. Don't doubt the limits of those people.
"Now listen to me carefully. We will contact the media to release the news here, and photos of the scene will also be posted online." Only by allowing public opinion to ferment can the safety of these girls be guaranteed.
"After that, whether it's the police or the media, you have to say that you have never seen us and don't know who saved you." Smith looked seriously into Kim's eyes, "There is also a girl who was just arrested. She
It's not hurt either, which is a good thing it doesn't make you stand out too much."
This matter is very important. With so many people killed by gangsters, it is impossible for them to remain unresponsive. This is to prevent them from taking revenge on these girls. Although this possibility is very small, we cannot rely on the moral character of those scum in any case.
Of course, this is not the best choice for Kim. Later, the media will dig up the identities and backgrounds of everyone here, and the pressure from society will be great.
However, there is no good solution to this matter. When faced with two kinds of damage, of course, the one with the least damage should be chosen.
Kim can't escape this matter unless she gives up Amanda, but the child probably won't agree to it.
Parker is taking photos and videos in various rooms and will later send them to Birkhoff for the company's team to handle. They are better at those things on the Internet.
"Brian still has an hour to get off the plane. Before then, you need to be completely on your own."
"What should I do?" After all, Kim was just a girl of seventeen or eighteen years old. She had never encountered such a thing before and was already panicking about safety.
"Doing nothing but crying." Smith gave Kim some advice. They couldn't stay here too long and asked Kim to wait until Brian arrived. His father would naturally handle the rest.
Never underestimate the connections of a retired CIA agent who worked from the Cold War to the 21st century. These people are called RED (Retired Extremely Danganrous), retired and extremely dangerous.
"Smith, it's almost time." Parker has already recorded the video. They have been here for too long.
Pull Kim back to the original room, return the handcuffs to their original appearance, and continue to warn her.
"Modoc, stop playing around, let the drone return and bring the car over." He used the intercom to call the insane pilot who had already played tricks on the drone.
"Received", Modoc reluctantly landed the drone used to monitor the surrounding situation. Although you can't experience the feeling of dying by operating this small toy, it is still quite fun.
That Marco Hoxha was lying on the ground with his hands tied behind his back, his mouth gagged, and Albert had one foot on his head.
"Take him away." Smith took out a sedative and stabbed Marco in the neck hard. These people were probably on drugs, so they used a double dose.
He and Albert picked up the unconscious gang leader and walked outside. The matter was not over yet, and hell was waiting for him.
They don't need to deal with the rest of the matter. If you send a message to Birkhoff, someone will pretend to be an insider, send photos and videos to major media, and report it to the Paris police.
Not only that, Birkhoff also checked missing persons records in Paris based on the photos and contacted the families of those girls.
It won't be long before these bomb-like information will detonate public opinion across Europe, making it impossible for the French government to cover it up even if it wants to.