"What are you doing? Don't come over. If you come over again, I will jump...jump down!" Seeing the person actually walking towards him, Joule shouted again in panic.
Goshawk shrugged his shoulders and said with a smile: "Dean Joule, don't get excited. I'm just going to come and sit down. It's that simple. Don't worry."
He sat down relaxedly on the sofa in the living room, took out a cigarette from his pocket, lit it, and started smoking leisurely.
Seeing this, Joule, who was sitting on the windowsill, breathed a sigh of relief.
At this time, Goshawk called to the hunting dog and his men who were still standing at the door, and said: "What are you still doing there? We came to Dean Joule's house, and we are guests. Since we are guests, how can we stand? What's the truth?" He turned to look at Joule and said with a smile, "Dean Joule, what do you think?"
"Yes... yes... yes!" Joule no longer knew how to answer, so he could only say reluctantly.
The hunting dog and several of his men came over and swaggered down on the sofa.
Goshawk took out the cigarettes from his pocket and divided them.
While doing these things, his eyes never left Joule sitting on the windowsill. It seemed that he was a little reckless, even forcing the other party to jump. In fact, he was testing, testing Joule's bottom line, or It's called tolerance, whether you really want to jump, or whether you are just threatening to scare yourself in this way.
By constantly moving forward and Joule giving in a little bit, we can tell that Dean Joule still cherishes his life very much. He is just using this method to scare himself. As for whether his purpose is to delay time or something else, that is not the case. Goshawk is within the scope of consideration.
After smoking a cigarette, he stubbed out the cigarette butt and put it into his pocket. Then he stood up and said, "Dean Joule, you have several choices now. The first one is for me to go over and pull you down, or push you." You go down. The second one? Just go down by yourself and save me the trouble. As for the last one, you can just jump down by yourself."
Joule was completely panicked.
Jump? Naturally, he didn't want to jump off the 13th floor. There was no need to consider whether he would die or not if he jumped, because there was absolutely no possibility of living. The only thing he needed to consider was whether he could leave a whole body behind!
In this case, he naturally can't choose the first one. If he really pushes himself down, it will be a bad choice.
Therefore, the only choice left for him was the last one.
He walked down from the window sill in a panic, and before Goshawk could say anything, his knees went weak and he knelt on the ground.
He quickly threw the backpack on the ground, opened it, poured out all the money inside, and said in a trembling voice: "Let me go, just pretend you didn't see me, okay? Please, just let me go, This money is all yours...all given to you..."
Goshawk shook his head with a wry smile, reached out and sifted through the pile of money, and made a rough estimate. Including the local Mexican currency, there were also a large number of U.S. dollars, totaling two to three hundred thousand U.S. dollars.
He clicked his tongue and said with a smile: "The money is really tempting, but I'm not interested. Take it away!"
The four special forces members sitting on the sofa stood up and slashed Joule's neck with a knife, knocking him unconscious and then carrying him on his back.
The money on the ground was put back into the bag and taken away together.
… …
After pouring a basin of cold water down, Joule woke up suddenly and found himself in a closed room with no windows around, much like a basement. There was also a young man sitting in front of him, who was no stranger to him. It was the one I had just met this morning, but the one who held the scalpel across his own aorta!
There were two other people standing next to him, who had captured him.
The three people in the room are naturally Zhang Feng, Goshawk and Hound!
Zhang Feng sneered and said, "Dean Joule, I didn't expect us to meet so soon, right? You should know what I want to know?"
"I don't know! This is kidnapping, illegal imprisonment, and only breaking the law!" Joule yelled, but panic could be seen in his eyes.
Where here? Mexico City is one of the cities with the most chaotic underground forces and the lowest crime detection rate in history. It’s unknown how many people go missing and die every day, and less than one-fifth of them can even find their bodies!
The only thing Joule was thinking about now was that his wife would call the police, and Mr. Pedro would probably send someone to rescue him.
In fact, just as he thought, an hour had passed since he sent the text message to his wife. He called the police. The police inspected the scene and found that the other party had left nothing behind. There was a smell of smoke, but not even a cigarette butt. He left. When I checked into the room, I even didn't forget to wipe all the footprints on the ground.
The surveillance video in the community captured two vans, but the people who got off the bus were very experienced and left their backs to the camera, not to mention their front faces, not even their side profiles. After checking, we found that the van's license plate was also fake. We tracked the street surveillance video and found that the van completely disappeared as it drove into the slums. There was no way around it, because there was no street surveillance in the slums.
As for Pedro, he also promised Joule's wife to help with the search, but he also sent out manpower. Their efficiency was actually faster than the police. After all, their spies were located in every corner of the city. They just wanted to It also takes time to find.
Moreover, Pedro now has to spend time and energy on other things. With limited manpower, he dare not mobilize all of them.
"Let our Mr. Joule understand clearly and wake up!" Zhang Feng said.
The goshawk and the hound nodded, and the two of them got to work.
"What are you going to do? Are you going to abuse me?" Joule roared angrily. No one spoke.
Physically beating him? Of course it is not needed and cannot be used. At his age, a little mistake could kill him.
Those who want to know don’t know yet, so Zhang Feng naturally can’t let Joule die.
Soon, the goshawk brought over a thick stack of white paper. The paper was very thick, while the hound's hand was holding a piece of water.
"What are you going to do? Tell me, what are you going to do?" Joule became increasingly panicked. Unfortunately, he couldn't struggle even though his hands were hung.
"Don't be anxious, you will know soon. You should be honored to enjoy the ancient nation's accomplishments in torture!" Zhang Feng sneered.
Here, the goshawk covered Joule's face with paper, while the hound poured water on the paper, slowly and slowly soaking the paper through bit by bit, and then the goshawk covered it with a piece of thick paper again!