"I'm not." Jeff quickly denied.
"Human resources..." Shorty the fat guy.
"You remember wrong." Jeff continued to struggle.
"Also say that I am suicidal depression, and use your trust game to perform so-called stress relief." The short fat man was extremely determined.
Jeff shook his head again and again: "No, you don't look like depression..."
"And this damn mbi stress ball, they're useless!" the short fat man roared angrily.
He threw the stress ball away: "You are impersonating, this is a trap, plan No. 2, call the helicopter."
Selena was speechless: "It seems that being too good at communicating with people is not a good thing, do you want to do it?"
"Wait a minute." Luke frowned, listening to the eavesdropped news from Tim.
"The bait is exposed, call for backup, and carry out rescue operations immediately." Tim said holding the walkie-talkie.
After a while, his expression was extremely ugly.
Natalie and him looked at each other for a moment, took the walkie-talkie and replied: "Understood, retreat."
"Really give them up like this?" Tim was a little tangled.
Natalie smiled, and picked up the micro punch hanging by her side: "Of course not, they are very good neighbors, right?"
Tim laughed too, and the two hurried downstairs.
Luke rolled his eyes: The secret service organization is reliable, sows can climb trees.
He has never wanted to join the FBI, or an institution like the CIA, because he thought of this situation.
If you don't have enough status, even if you are admitted by exception, you will be a soldier, and you will be a gangster if you can fight.
Once exposed, they will be abandoned by their superiors without hesitation.
At that time, what can he do? Did he just come out under a lot of monitoring, or wait to be beaten to death and then resurrected
No matter which one he chooses, the consequences will be extremely bad, and he doesn't want to appear.
While thinking about it, Luke said, "Selena, get ready to support Tim and the others. Tim's backup has been evacuated from the hotel."
Selena: "...the backup was withdrawn in time."
Sell teammates? This does not exist, because Jeff and his wife are not teammates at all.
They are just bait, an unavoidable material loss in fishing operations.
At this moment, Jeff and his wife were pushed onto the sofa.
Over there, the short fat man was explaining something to one of his friends.
Jeff frowned, muttered for a moment, and suddenly said, "Bruce?"
The short fat man turned his head subconsciously: "Well, are you talking to me?"
Jeff was more certain: "I remember your name, Bruce! Bruce-Spring-Styne (brue-spring-style)."
The short, fat man shook his head in embarrassment: "No, you've got the wrong person."
Jeff was very affirmative: "I remember, I handled the parking space dispute for you. But, did you join the criminal business just for this? Because a broken parking space hurt your self-esteem?"
The short fat man became angry: "Enough, shut up. What do you think this is? A talk show stage."
In the room, all the subordinates and accomplices of the short fat man had weird expressions on their eyes.
His female accomplice couldn't help asking: "You? Call it spring... style? (spring-style)"
Can't blame her for being so curious.
It's like who suddenly learned that Schwarzenegger or Stallone's original name was puppy (little dog).
The short fat man became angry with embarrassment: "Yes, what's the problem?"
Another accomplice couldn't help interjecting: "So, you let us all call you "T-Rex"?"
The short fat man: "In our business, of course we have to have a nickname that is not easy to associate with. Why do you think it is?"
Everyone has weird expressions on their faces.
Short and fat Bruce turned his head abruptly and pointed at Jeff: "Also, the parking space is not fair at all, okay!"
Everyone: ... So, you actually fell into trouble because of that broken parking space.
But Bruce seemed to be touched by the scar and said loudly: "I have worked for them for three years, three years! They also let me park in the D area. What the hell is it on the other side of the road? Every time I commute You have to go through that and that..."
"Pedestrian bridge." Jeff reminded at the right time, he has seen too many employees come to him to vent about this kind of thing.
"Yeah, that's it. Just walking across this damn pedestrian bridge, sweating in the heat, dusty in the wind, and drenched in the occasional rain, I've been enjoying it for three years. I should thank you!" Bruce, who became furious as he spoke, was already pulling out something in his arms.
Jeff quickly reminded: "Wait, I didn't allocate your parking space to you. I've been parking in Zone D for twelve years."
Bruce let out a huh, and the short-barreled revolver he just took out also paused, but he immediately came back to his senses and began to raise the gun: "I'm not useless like you, you can only lie, manpower Waste from the Ministry of Resources, I don't care how long you stay in Zone D."
bang!
The door was suddenly pushed open, interrupting the farce.
Selena watched the scene in the room from the opposite side, and couldn't help but said, "Luke, are you sure Tim and Natalie are here to save Jeff and his wife?"
Luke used the camera installed outside the window just now, looked at the screen on the counterfeit mobile phone, and pondered for a moment: "Perhaps, this is their backup plan?"
"A backup plan for becoming a captive yourself?" Selena complained, "You'd better not make such a plan in the future."
Luke smiled: "Okay, get ready to do it."
Inside, Jeff had already looked at Tim in surprise: "Where's the backup?"
"There is no backup." Tim smiled wryly.
Jeff: "ha? Didn't you say that the worst result is that the backup rushes in and blows up here?"
Natalie: "For them, this is the worst outcome, and your "collateral loss" is not the worst outcome."
"Collateral damage?" Jeff and his wife were dumbfounded.
Bruce sneered: "See, this is a typical omission lie. Okay, Bruno, put the plastic sheet on it, I don't want to be detained by the hotel later."
"Wait!" a voice shouted.
Bruce was dissatisfied: "Hey! Why can anyone interrupt me?"
It was Karen who yelled, her face pleading: "Natalie, after we tried on underwear together last time, I realized that I like you."
Everyone: ...
Jeff, Tim: …
Bruce looks at Tim, puzzled.
This person should not have such a beautiful name as "Natalie", let alone enter the ladies' changing room.
"Are you talking to her?" He looked to Natalie, who was next to Tim, and then to Karen.
Karen nodded: "Let me finish my last words, okay?"
"Okay, you say." Bruce nodded subconsciously, his eyes still rolling between these two very distinctive women.