"I'm not." Jeff denied quickly.
"The short fat guy from the Human Resources Department..."
"You remembered it wrong." Jeff continued to struggle.
"You even said I had suicidal depression and used your trust game to so-called relieve stress." The short fat man was very confident.
Jeff shook his head repeatedly: "No, you don't look like you have depression..."
"And these damn MBI stress balls, they're useless!" the short fat man roared.
He threw the stress ball away. "You're an imposter. This is a trap. Plan two, call a helicopter."
Selina was speechless: "It seems that being too good at communicating with others is not a good thing. Shall we do it?"
"Wait a minute." Luke frowned, listening to the news he overheard from Tim.
"The bait has been exposed, requesting backup, and launching a rescue operation immediately." Tim said while holding the walkie-talkie.
After a moment, his face looked extremely ugly.
Natalie looked at him for a moment, took the intercom and replied, "Understood, retreat."
"Are we really going to give up on them like this?" Tim was a little conflicted.
Natalie smiled and picked up the submachine gun hanging at her side: "Of course not, they are very good neighbors, right?"
Tim laughed too, and the two of them quickly went downstairs.
Luke rolled his eyes: The spy organization is reliable, even sows can climb trees.
He has never wanted to join the FBI or CIA because he has thought about this situation.
Without sufficient status and position, even if you are admitted as an exception, you will only be a small soldier, and no matter how good you are at fighting, you will only be doing dirty work.
Once exposed, they will be abandoned by their superiors without hesitation.
What could he do then? Should he show his might and fight his way out under so many surveillance cameras, or wait to be beaten to death and then resurrected
No matter which choice he makes, the consequences will be extremely dire and are not what he wants to see.
As Luke thought about it, he said, "Selina, be prepared to support Tim and the others. Tim and his backup have already evacuated from the hotel."
Selina: "... The reinforcements were withdrawn just in time."
Selling out teammates? This doesn't exist, because Jeff and his wife are not teammates at all.
They are just bait, an inevitable material loss during fishing operations.
At this moment, Jeff and his wife were pressed onto the sofa.
Over there, the short fat man was explaining something to one of his accomplices.
Jeff frowned, muttered for a moment, and suddenly asked, "Bruce?"
The short fat man subconsciously turned his head: "Well, are you talking to me?"
Jeff was more certain: "I remember your name, Bruce! Bruce-Spring-Style."
The short fat man shook his head awkwardly: "No, you got the wrong person."
Jeff was very sure: "I remember now. It was me who handled the parking dispute for you. But is this why you turned into a criminal career? Because your self-esteem was hurt by a broken parking space?"
The short fat man got angry: "Enough, shut up. What do you think this is? A talk show stage?"
In the room, the short fat man's subordinates and accomplices all had strange looks on their faces.
His female friend couldn't help asking, "You? Your name is Spring... Style?"
You can't blame her for being curious.
It's like someone suddenly found out that Schwarzenegger or Stallone's original name was puppy.
The short fat man was annoyed: "Yes, what's the problem?"
Another accomplice couldn't help but interject: "So, that's why you asked us to call you "Tyrannosaurus Rex"?"
The short fat man: "In our line of work, of course we have to have a nickname that is not easily associated with others. Why do you think that is?"
Everyone had a strange look on their face.
The short fat Bruce then turned his head sharply and pointed at Jeff: "Besides, the parking space thing is not fair at all, okay!"
Everyone: … So, you became a bandit because of that crappy parking space, right
Bruce seemed to be hurt and said loudly: "I have worked for them for three years, three years! They still let me park in Zone D. That's on the other side of the highway, okay? Every time I go to and from get off work, I have to walk past that thing..."
"Pedestrian bridge." Jeff reminded at the right time. He had seen too many employees coming to him to vent their anger about this kind of thing.
"Yes, that's it. Whenever I walk across this damn pedestrian bridge, I'll be sweating when it's hot, covered in dust when it's windy, and soaked like a drowned rat when it rains occasionally. I've been enjoying this for three years. I should thank you!" Bruce, who was getting furious as he spoke, was already taking something out of his arms.
Jeff quickly reminded him, "Wait, I didn't assign your parking space to you. I have been parking in Zone D for twelve years."
Bruce groaned, and the short-barreled revolver he had just taken out paused for a moment, but he immediately came to his senses and started to raise his gun: "I'm not a useless, liar, HR scum like you, I don't care how long you stay in Zone D."
Bang!
The door was suddenly pushed open, interrupting the farce.
Selina was watching the scene in the room from across the room and couldn't help but ask, "Luke, are you sure Tim and Natalie are going to rescue Jeff and his wife?"
Luke used the camera that he had just installed outside the window to look at the image on the fake phone and pondered for a moment: "Perhaps this is their backup plan?"
"A backup plan to become a prisoner?" Selina complained, "You'd better not make such plans in the future."
Luke smiled and said, "Okay, let's get started."
Inside, Jeff was already looking at Tim in surprise: "Where's the backup?"
"There's no backup." Tim smiled bitterly.
Jeff: "What? Didn't you say the worst outcome is that backup rushed in and blew this place up?"
Natalie: "For them, this is the worst possible outcome, and your kind of 'collateral damage' is not the worst possible outcome."
"Collateral damage?" Jeff and his wife were stunned.
Bruce chuckled. "See? This is a typical lie by omission. Okay, Bununo, put down the plastic sheet. I don't want the hotel to deduct my deposit later."
"Wait!" a shout.
Bruce was dissatisfied: "Hey! How can anyone interrupt me?"
This was Karen's cry, her face full of pleading: "Natalie, after we tried on underwear together last time, I found that I fell in love with you."
Everyone: …
Jeff, Tim: …
Bruce looked at Tim with confusion on his face.
This person probably wouldn't have such a pretty name as "Natalie," and she wouldn't be able to enter the ladies' dressing room.
"Are you talking to her?" He looked at Natalie next to Tim, then at Karen.
Karen nodded: "Let me finish my last words, okay?"
"Okay, you say." Bruce nodded subconsciously, his eyes still moving between these two very distinctive women.