I'm rubbing the masked knight in the United States

There were two rows of seats on both sides of the dining car, and Edward took Emma to the left side.

"Everyone is just asking for money. I have already promised to give it to you. Can you put down the gun first and drive on the road? If there is a collision and fire, I will be gone, and you will not be able to make any money."

"Shut up, otherwise I don't mind shooting. You are just a sidekick. It's extra money with you. It doesn't matter without you. Do you understand?" the red hood threatened sternly.

The black-hooded kidnapper who followed behind and escorted the two men took out two black cloth bags and held them down with handcuffs.

"Bring it yourself," the black-hooded kidnapper urged in a rough voice. Before he could finish speaking, Edward put it on Emma first and then on himself.

"You're quite self-conscious." The leader with a red hood looked back from the co-pilot and said with a sneer.

"Your life comes first. Just tell me how much you want, and I'll give her as well." Edward said following the direction the voice came from.

The red hood turned his head. Edward's attitude was too obedient. Although the customer was very cooperative and he was happy, but

"His attitude is not right," the driver whispered.

"I know." Red Hood said.

The car drove in New York City for about half an hour, and came to a demolition area in Hell's Kitchen.

The car was in front of an invisible underground garage, and the underground garage had not been opened for a long time. The door was covered with dust, and even a few spiders could be seen crawling.

The car stopped in front of the underground garage. After the driver made a phone call, the door slammed down on the ground, stirring up a cloud of dust.

The car turned on the lights and drove into the underground garage.

The layout of the underground garage is very ingenious. It looks like an abandoned and unfinished building demolition area on the whole. There is nothing abnormal on the outside, but once you find a specific path, you will feel suddenly enlightened.

The underground garage is one of the correct paths. The car drove into it and came to a load-bearing column. The red hood grumbled, walked down, pressed the palm of the hand on the load-bearing column, and stepped back.

After 5 seconds, one wall of the load-bearing column was slowly pulled up, revealing the path of the orange light inside and the downward driving path.

The dining car drove down and entered the famous underground maze in the New York underground world.

Three minutes later, the dining car stopped, and the cloth bag on Edward's head was taken off at once. Edward looked up and saw that it was the red hood that was originally sitting on the co-pilot.

The damp and putrid smell made Edward frown. This kidnapper is not good at all.

The underground maze is divided into four trading areas according to the layout, which increase in order according to the environment and geographical location, and the degree of ease of discovery.

Just from the taste, you can tell that Area C is the lowest level. It is the kind of place only used by the most tasteless and low-level kidnappers and hooligans.

Hot chicken is so weak

Edward's evaluation of these kidnappers dropped to the lowest point immediately.

"Let's go on our own, don't bother us." Edward broke free from the handcuffs, helplessly picked up Emma, ​​hugged her out of the car, and was sent all the way to a very shoddy cell.

The cell was not big, and there was only a bed with a sour smell and dried blood. Outside the railing, after the kidnappers finished handing over, only two guards were left behind, and the rest left with the red hood.

The remaining two guards faced each other, staring at them closely.

Red Hood left everyone behind, went to a separate dark room, and opened a notebook.

In the notebook, a figure quickly appeared. With her back to the red hood, she asked in a deep voice.

"You have caught the person you want, but there is an extra gift. You need to pay more."

"Who"

"A man, 1.8 meters, looks very thin, but he should be very rich, and he has been very cooperative." The red hood put on the chair

"I didn't ask you to catch him." She sneered twice, "but since you have already caught him, as a collaborator, I will give you a suggestion. He has a lot of money, and how much he can knock out is up to you."

"So this business belongs to us?" Red Hood asked, putting his hands on his thighs.

"Yes." Someone in the picture handed her a piece of clothing, she took it and put it on, "I'll go there right away, remember my request."

"I know, but the deposit is required." Red Hood's cell phone suddenly rang. He took it out and saw that there was an extra 6000 million in his bank account, and he smiled with satisfaction.

"Pleasant to work with."

After a while, the red hood led people into the cell, followed by two people wearing hoods. They held a lot of professional photography props and laptops in their hands, and they seemed to be videotaping.

Frost Electronic Technology, Chairman's Office.

Winston, who had returned to the company overnight, received such a video call before his chair warmed up.

In the picture, Emma was randomly thrown on the bed, with a decadent figure sitting beside her.

The frame stretches backwards to give a distant view of a fainting Emma.

"Who are you?" Winston looked at the screen curiously.

"Ha, that's a long story." The voice was specially processed so that no male or female could be identified.

"Well, no matter who you are, one thing is clear, you have caught my attention, so I will give you an answer." Winston crossed his hands, and glanced at the glass door outside his office that was leaning against him. figure.

"A lot of people have tried to do this before and they have all failed. Your success this time is a small miracle. Well done."

"Thank you for the compliment.

As you can see, your daughter Emma has 6000 million in the hands of outsiders. In exchange for her safety, signing your check and putting it in an envelope and sending it over shows that you are willing to cooperate with us.

you only have two hours

If we don't hear back, then we'll assume it's a new account for your daughter and she'll die.

Don't report it, or I guarantee you'll see her dead body. "

"Okay." Winston raised his hands, with a grim smile on his lips

"I will not report the crime, and at the same time, I will give you an answer, but seriously, do you really think my daughter is worth 6000 million US dollars?"

"you"

"That daughter who betrayed me, did you arrange a show with your gangster friends to cheat money because you didn't bring any money?

Well, since you guys want to know how much she is worth, let me give you an answer, she is nothing.

If you want to hang her, I hope you find a stronger one, or it will break in the middle. For me, she is dead. "

"Crack." The video was actively shut down by Winston.

"This old bastard doesn't even care that he can give up everything for money." Red Hood kicked the wall angrily.

In the prison cell, the elite's water droplets crawled and slapped down on the fair face.

Frost Electronics Technology.

The office door was pushed open, and Winston breathed a sigh of relief.

"Let her go, Adrienne."

"Why do you say that, father?" Adrienne leaned against Winston's glass door. The neon lights in the colorful world of New York outside the window shone on her face, making her face look extremely enchanting.