777米奇影

After Luo Feng finished speaking with Alice, Jardins emerged from the adjacent room. Seeing that Alice was safe and sound, Jardins finally breathed a sigh of relief and sat down next to Luo Feng.

“This situation was incredibly perilous,” Jardins remarked, still shaken. “If these people had been just a bit more meticulous in their planning, I doubt we would have had any chance of escape.”

Jardins was visibly unsettled, and given the stark contrast between her demeanor and Alice’s, Luo Feng wouldn’t be surprised if someone suggested that Alice herself had orchestrated the kidnapping.

“Alright, things have mostly been resolved now. Let’s get out of here. I believe Charlie has probably already dealt with that guy named George,” said Luo Feng.

Meanwhile, in Area C9.

The kidnapper never expected that as soon as he parked his car and prepared to make a call, his door would be violently flung open. Several men in black immediately dragged him out of the car and pinned him to the ground.

He hadn’t felt this helpless since his time in prison. The actions of these men brought back unpleasant memories, prompting him to roar in fury, attempting to break free.

“Who’s behind this? Who ordered you?” demanded Charlie, but the kidnapper showed no sign of cooperation.

“Don’t worry, I won’t tell you anything. If you have the guts, go ahead and kill me. But remember, those two girls will also have to die.”

“If you’re willing to risk your daughter’s life, then go ahead and kill me!”

Even at death’s door, the kidnapper remained defiant. Charlie, uninterested in playing games, stepped back and turned to George: “Didn’t you say you’d handle this? We already have a substantial lead. I believe you can get him to talk.”

George found himself in a bind. “I’ll do my best. I used to be in sales; I’ve never had experience interrogating criminals.”

George approached the kidnapper, who was now utterly confused. Wasn’t George supposed to be on his side? Though George had claimed he was infiltrating Charlie’s operations, it was clear he hadn’t gathered any useful information.

“What kind of mole doesn’t provide intel?” the kidnapper thought.

George had little choice. To ensure his own survival, he had to give a convincing performance, which would only make things worse for the kidnapper. It was clear that Charlie was sowing discord between them.

“Who is the mastermind behind this?” George asked. The kidnapper, still bewildered, remained silent.

“Being honest is your only chance of survival. If you keep your mouth shut, I’ll have no choice but to kill you myself.”

Finally catching on, the kidnapper pleaded, “I’ll talk, I’ll talk. Just spare my life.”

“Actually, this whole thing was orchestrated by some director in the creative department,” he lied, attempting to divert suspicion.

“He paid me to do this, assuring me that I’d be safe once it was over.”

Charlie saw right through their scheme. “He’s lying. Cut off his arm.”

George froze. To survive, he had to obey Charlie. With a heavy heart, he took a machete from the car trunk and placed it on the kidnapper’s shoulder.

“Are you still trying to deceive us? It seems you won’t shed a tear until you see your coffin,” George said, casting desperate glances at the kidnapper, hinting that it was his last chance for survival.

But the kidnapper failed to catch on. Frustrated, he spilled everything about his secret communications with George.

George’s face turned pale. Falling to his knees, he begged Charlie, “Chairman, this is slander. He’s trying to frame me to protect the real mastermind!”

“Framing you? Chairman, I can even tell you where your daughter is! Just spare my life!”