Pouring the alcohol from the jug into his mouth, Paul forced himself to calm down again, opened the call log on his mobile phone, and found the first phone number—the one that he called at first, and he excitedly recorded the number. I got down, and put a note next to it, "Help", but after a moment of hesitation, I added a question mark after "Help", and then I couldn't wait to call back.
It was the kidnapper who answered the phone.
He thought Paul was a soldier, thought Paul was an employee of a security company, and they shot everyone in the convoy, "Then you can never lie again!" Paul had to explain the situation, which caused the other party to fall into a brief confusion, and then The other party put forward a ransom demand, five million. Before nine o'clock in the evening, they paid five million before they were willing to release Paul.
After hanging up the phone, Paul sullenly picked up the pen, crossed out the word "help?" heavily and forcefully, then slowly turned around and lay on the spot, with a look of daze in his eyes. The faint blue light cast stains and sweat on his face, and the overwhelmed loneliness seems to be becoming numb and stiff little by little.
Chanel felt anger, uncontrollable anger - Paul was buried alive under the soil, in danger, but 911 refused to help him, the FBI began to question him, and the company did not respond; even more ridiculous, the kidnappers did not respond at all. Just tied the wrong person, they tried to kill the soldiers and security as a warning to America, but what they got was an ordinary man, an ordinary truck driver, a man killed by his own country, his own society, his own Ordinary people forgotten by the government/government.
Paul at the moment is like everyone in American society. They are paying for the greed and lies of the White House, but now the White House refuses to help them and abandons them in the barren desert.
After regaining consciousness, Paul started a long journey of self-rescue again. He looked up the number on the phone and found Donna, his mutual friend with Linda. He tried to find Linda through her, but Donna didn't realize the seriousness of the matter at all. Even accusing Paul of being too rude and rude, he hung up the phone; Paul had to call again, begging in a low voice, and let Donna find the phone number of the State Department.
After the call was made, it was the same old repetition, repeated again, and all the situation was estranged again, and then the other party was transferred to the corresponding department, and Rebecca Browning answered the phone. But contrary to Paul's expectations, the other party actually had a preliminary understanding of his situation. After further questioning, Paul learned that the company's personnel director, Alan Davenport, had contacted the relevant departments - but they There was no movement, and Paul was just allowed to die in situ, which made Paul feel a deep betrayal.
After inquiring about the details, Rebecca said that according to US national policy, they would not negotiate with terrorists, and Paul finally couldn't bear it any longer, "Don't mention US national policy, ma'am, please, you are sitting in an air conditioner. In my office, this sentence is easy to say, you are not the one who is buried in the middle of the desert waiting to die."
"You understand your frustration..."
"Frustration?" Paul roared loudly, and the monstrous anger burst through the dim light of the mobile phone, each word was very clear, "Ma'am, I'm going to die here! You know what?" Emotional catharsis There was still no response. There was a dead silence on the other end of the phone, which made the corners of Paul's eyes moist. He was like a beast trapped in a desperate situation, looking for any shred of vitality, and then rushed over recklessly, He hurt everything around him, but also himself.
"Hello, are you still there?" Paul closed his eyes and hid the wetness in his eyes. His voice was calm again, but there was a deep sense of weakness and tiredness, as if despair was pulling the rope behind, preventing He tried to move forward in hope, and after receiving Rebecca's response, Paul said in a hoarse voice, "Then say something and tell me how you're going to save me?"
However, because Paul didn't know the number of the mobile phone in his hand, they had to re-identify the signal and locate it, which made their rescue more difficult. In a short time, they were helpless. So, following Rebecca's instructions, Paul contacted Iraq. Dan Brenner, captain of the local hostage rescue team.
Dan quickly instructed Paul on some life-extending skills, and then got to know some basic situations, but before he could communicate further, the kidnapper called and urged Paul to pay the money quickly. He asked Paul to record a kidnapping video. There is a cloth bag next to his feet with a note inside, and the video is recorded according to the instructions of the note. Paul argued for a while, saying that he was just an ordinary truck driver, and the kidnappers finally compromised and reduced the five million ransom to one million.
After hanging up the phone, Paul tried to get the cloth bag, but he couldn't do it in the limited space. He had to curl up and try to turn in one direction, but the coffin, which was just wider than his shoulders, was difficult to unfold. , In a desperate situation, Paul compresses himself to the extreme, and you can even hear the creaking sound of the wooden board. The narrowness that is compressed to the extreme seems to be able to crush Paul at any time.
Chanel was suddenly startled. It turned out that Tessa, who was sitting beside her, pinched her left hand. Because she was too nervous, Tessa's two hands were crossed and tightly clasped Chanel's left hand. All trembling. Chanel didn't have time to pay attention to this, she turned her head again and looked at the big screen, looking at Paul's body that curled up like a spring, it seemed that with a little more strength, his neck and spine would be directly affected. Broken, the cruelty and bloodiness made Chanel bite his lower lip, and a bloody smell spread in his mouth.
Subconsciously, Chanel also clenched Tessa's hands. The beating of her heart had already lost consciousness. The fear of the claustrophobic space pierced through the big screen at this moment and slammed it down. No one could make an exception. Strong suffocation. It feels as if all the light in the sight has been swallowed up.
"Creak, creak... bang!" The spring snapped open, Paul successfully turned his body, the sound of gasping breaths could be clearly heard in the entire auditorium, and some people were even so violent that they started cough up. But the coughing sound was quickly cut off, as if covering his mouth.
No one can relax, that tension, that anxiety, that despair hangs over everyone's head. Now, the only belief that supports Chanel is that Paul is the hero, or even the only one, and the director won't let him die, will he? In Hollywood movies, in the end, the protagonist can always escape. Chanel crossed his fingers and prayed secretly.
Inside the bag were two glow sticks, a flashlight, a dagger, and a note.
Paul tried to find his wife Linda again, but there was still no one answering the phone at home and on the phone. Paul was no longer angry with the feeling of powerlessness. He immediately dialed Dan's number again and reported the kidnapper's cell phone number, hoping that they could catch the kidnapper, and then follow the clues and rescue him.
Dan Qian urged Paul not to shoot the kidnapping video and not to turn it into an international incident. Paul vented his deep grievances, "I've been here for nine months, and I know that all you care about is you. The secret plans and behind-the-scenes politics, if I were a diplomat, if I were the head of a hostage rescue team like you, I would have been rescued. But I'm not, I'll just lie here and die in silence ."
In the face of Paul's questioning and complaints, Dan had to convince Paul and keep Paul safe, but Paul had already lost his confidence, and he asked Dan to name a name that was kidnapped and rescued before," Mark White ." That's the name Dan gave. This calmed Paul down a little.
However, within ten seconds of calming down, the kidnapper's phone call broke the silence again. They urged Paul to record the kidnapping video. Paul tried to argue, but the other party didn't give up any chance. Hang up. This made Paul's anxiety break out, and he almost suffocated. The urge to smash everything made him start to mutilate himself again. After swallowing the pills in the bottle mixed with alcohol, he finally got relief.
After taking the pill, Paul entered an unprecedented state of composure. He began to call the nursing home where his mother lived, but the memory of the mother suffering from Alzheimer's disease was no longer clear. She also regarded Paul as a child and rambled about her. Playing cards with Paul's father every night, that bland to a little boring exchange, made Paul completely collapsed.
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Even though he bit his lower lip tightly, the tears still fell down in big drops, as if the tears were choking on his throat, and it was hot and painful.
Gavin gritted his teeth, his emotions were raging, only in this way, the tears would not fall, the loneliness, the helplessness, the loneliness, and the despair, spinning in Paul's eyes - home His phone calls are still recorded, his wife's cell phone is still unanswered, and even his mother has gradually forgotten him, so he was abandoned in a barren place, waiting to die quietly. The mixed and turbulent emotions did not burst out, but slowly settled down, so sad that Gavin almost collapsed.
But before the tears could slide down to his chin, the phone rang again, and his emotions stopped abruptly. Or kidnappers.
Paul refused to answer the call, adjusted the ringer to vibrate, waited for a long time, and calmed down a little, and then connected the phone, but the phone was hung up. The kidnapper sent a video, which made Paul's thumb tremble and his pupils began to vibrate.
After hesitation, he pressed the confirm button.
In the video, a woman kneels on the ground with a cloth in her mouth, a machine gun is pointed at her head, her eyes are full of fear, and her life is hanging by a thread.