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"Save me! Save me!"
His voice became more earnest than ever, with a trace of pleading in his anger. This is his last life-saving straw. He does not care who the person on the other end of the phone is, and he does not care whether the other party can do it, but this is his only thing. Choice, he is calling for help, he is begging, he is crying.
At the end of the hoarseness, there was pain that fell apart, and it swept through, the dark brown eyes were covered with a thin layer of mist, and the sight was hot and blurred, and the gray despair began to climb up to the ankles little by little. .
"I know you are sad, but as far as I know, they will be able to rescue you soon." The voice on the other end of the phone was still calm, as if there were no fluctuations in the cold, "I hope it won't be too long."
grass! grass! grass!
He couldn't help grinding his teeth, cursing sentence after sentence, the trivial voice twirling around his lips, almost unable to breathe, and finally all the voices grunted in his throat, and he could only pray in a low voice. "Thank God." Praying is not just talking, praying that they are really nearby, praying that he can really escape from the dead, that kind of aggrieved whimper with a touch of bitterness, a trace of desolation, a trace of rejoicing.
"Yeah, thank God. Now, I'm going to turn on the tape recorder."
"What?" He felt that he hadn't heard clearly and couldn't figure out what was going on. Why did he turn on the tape recorder?
"Wait a minute." I heard the sound of the tape recorder turning. "This is Alan Davenport, the personnel director of crt company. The date is October 23, 2006. I am talking to Paul Conroe. Yi calls. Mr. Conroy, do you know that I am recording this conversation?"
He lay on a piece of sand and did not dare to move at all. Any movement seemed to cause a piece of sand to fall. The flashlight had already been thrown beside him, and his lips were so dry that bleeding beads began to leak out, but his brain was unable to function at all. After that line of life and death, it completely turned into a paste, and he couldn't even breathe.
"What?" What the **** is going on?
"Please answer my question." The other end of the call showed a rare "professionalism". This kind of accomplishment has a kind of coldness that is close to that of a robot, which makes the inner irritability begin to agitate again.
Suddenly, the flashlight went out, and he subconsciously scolded a swear word, "Dog\\/shit!" The other party said "Mr. Conroy" again. He picked up the flashlight impatiently and began to slap. Absent-mindedly perfunctory, "Yes, yes."
"May I have your permission to record?"
But the flashlight did not respond. There was only the faint light of the phone screen in the darkness. He wanted to rub his painful temple, but only when he lifted his left hand, he found that one hand was holding the flashlight and the other was holding the phone. There was no extra space, which made him annoyed to pound the side wall with his flashlight. It flashed, but only flashed.
"Why do you need my permission? What is this about?" His education level is not high, otherwise he wouldn't be a truck driver. He doesn't know much about the processes of these big companies, and there is no way to calm down at this time. Come to think, can only deal with it casually.
"I need you to answer yes or no, please." The other party's voice was still professional.
"Yes! Yes!" He tapped his thigh with a flashlight, gritted his teeth and said, "Is this all right?"
"Thank you." The other party's courtesy did not weaken at all because of his rudeness. "Mr. Conroy, when were you hired by the crt company?"
"I don't remember..." His words were a little messy, and the flashlight turned on again, "Nine months ago, that was January. What is going on?" He felt a little lack of oxygen, and pulled his clothes. He led, his lungs were burning fiercely, and the sand was still falling. He looked at the cracks around him vigilantly, as if he would collapse at any time.
"I see that your official offer date is January 4. Is it correct?"
"Who cares?" He said irritably, his rapid breathing couldn't find a catharsis, "He's \/Mom\/ is nonsense." The other party's coldness and heat, the other party's calm and his emergency , Formed a sharp contrast, which made him more and more at a loss, unconsciously began to reach out to touch those cracks.
"January 4th, is it correct?" The other party remained unmoved, still sticking to his post.
"Yes!" He took a deep breath, suppressing his anger and impatience, and replied shortly.
"During your internal training before you were sent to Iraq, did you know how dangerous your position was?"
The sand fell, and he threw his mouth full of sand, "Bah," he vomited, "You mean, when I went to Dallas, you said that all trucks are armored vehicles and have bulletproof glass? You mean? , You say it’s safer than ever before?” The flashlight was dark, and he smashed the flashlight on his arm while gritting his teeth—the crack was weak enough, and if he smashed the wall again, he was not sure whether it would. It collapsed, and the flashlight smashed his arm with two bloodstains, but he didn't know it. The muscles were stiff and numb, and the pain nerves seemed to be degenerating. "This is what you call'knowing'?"
"I need you to answer yes or no."
His complaints, his sarcasm, and his anger hit a wall, which made him clenched his fists and gritted his teeth, but then he loosened it again, "Yes." There was a hint of fragility in the helplessness. After being trapped here for a few hours, he was exhausted, and he didn't even have much strength to argue.
Breathe, breathe, he wants to get out of here, he wants to get out of this **** nightmare, he wants to wake up, or is it that the dream has become a reality, he is really trapped here, he will be alive bury. He remembered that he was lying on the bed of the hotel and entered a dream, or did he say that the part of the hotel was a dream. He was in a hallucination just now, and now he is awake? Breathing, he must breathe, but his breathing is getting faster and faster, what's the matter? what is the problem? The chattering sound in his ears still didn't stop, he needed to think, he needed rescue, he needed... to live.
"At that time, you signed a labor contract with crt company, which elaborated on the company's policies and included the employment terms of your position?
The dust kept falling, and he began to cough, "Yes, I signed a lot of documents." The hot breath made his entire face tangled, and his dry lips were covered with blood stains, and it seemed that even sweat had stopped secreting. .
"Yes, or not?" The formulaic voice without any emotion was really annoying.
"Yes!" He swallowed abruptly and stopped the cough. "I signed the contract! Yes!"
"Have we reached a consensus that you were hijacked in Iraq two hours ago?"
"Yes! That's not bad at all, you bastard!" He felt that the air was starting to run out, he patted his chest hard, his bloodshot eyes were full of restlessness and anger, "Where are they now? Rescue troops? Why are you asking this? Are they coming soon?"
The other end of the call paused for half a second, and then continued, "Our legal department requires our employees to sign an affidavit," but there was a slight inaudible fluctuation in the voice, which seemed to be... Know the reason for your dismissal. This morning, your employment relationship was officially terminated by the crt company."
"Wait, wait, wait." He felt that his brain was not enough, "What?" The dream stopped, the reality stopped, and even the struggle and breathing stopped, his eyes widened and stiff. In place, it is like a sculpture.
"We noticed that you have an affair with employee Pamela-Lutti." The voice on the other end of the call became a little heavier.
"No, no!" He began to shook his head, violently, "Wait a minute!" But the other party's voice still didn't stop, "Wait a minute!" His shouting didn't work at all.
"There is a clause in the labor contract that clearly states that any ambiguous relationship between internal employees is forbidden. Whether it is a romantic relationship or a sexual relationship, as long as the crt senior management considers the relationship inappropriate , The employment relationship can be terminated immediately."
"Stop, stop, stop!" His time seems to have stopped, his muscles are tight to the extreme, and even the undulating chest has lost movement, "We are just friends, wait, you listen to me, listen to me Say, we're just friends, just friends, okay?" He kept saying, but still couldn't stop each other.
"Our records show differently." Calm, restrained, polite, solemn, and formal. This is the voice on the other end of the phone ~ www.novelhall.com ~ coldly and cruelly sentenced him to death.
"Your record is wrong!" he yelled.
"We still have a legal obligation to notify you, because when you were kidnapped, strictly speaking, you are no longer an employee of crt company. Therefore, after you are formally dismissed, the company will not be held responsible for any harm you suffer. Any consequences that may arise during this kidnapping."
It's quiet, it's quiet, you can only see that his chest is undulating invisibly, the light of the flashlight and the halo of the phone seem to be getting weaker and weaker, the woodiness and despair of those eyes are gradually falling, falling continuously, unable to find end.
"Mr. Conroy?" There was another reminder on the other end of the phone.
He still did not respond, like a dead body, his brain was silent, "What about my life insurance money? My family needs this money." Calm, terrible calm, but he caught the last one deep in his throat. Root straw.
"Given that you were alive when you were fired..."
"Don't do this!" He interrupted the other party's words.
... paused for a moment, "Do you understand everything?"
"Don't do this." His voice was trembling slightly, choked, frightened, and begged. "Don't do this." Apart from these words, he was already unable to resist.
"Do you understand everything I say? Mr. Conroy."
silence. His eyes were trembling violently, despair flashed in the crystal clear tears, and he was at a loss. He looked around at a loss. His lips couldn't help but began to tremble slightly, but he couldn't find any borrowing points. , Helpless panic shivered under the faint light.
At the most critical moment of life, they cut off his lifeline, and then they couldn't wait to withdraw their benefits, shaking their hands, as a bystander, and refused to take a step closer.
It's cracking.
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"Save me! Save me!"
His voice became more earnest than ever, with a trace of pleading in his anger. This is his last life-saving straw. He does not care who the person on the other end of the phone is, and he does not care whether the other party can do it, but this is his only thing. Choice, he is calling for help, he is begging, he is crying.
At the end of the hoarseness, there was pain that fell apart, and it swept through, the dark brown eyes were covered with a thin layer of mist, and the sight was hot and blurred, and the gray despair began to climb up to the ankles little by little. .
"I know you are sad, but as far as I know, they will be able to rescue you soon." The voice on the other end of the phone was still calm, as if there were no fluctuations in the cold, "I hope it won't be too long."
grass! grass! grass!
He couldn't help grinding his teeth, cursing sentence after sentence, the trivial voice twirling around his lips, almost unable to breathe, and finally all the voices grunted in his throat, and he could only pray in a low voice. "Thank God." Praying is not just talking, praying that they are really nearby, praying that he can really escape from the dead, that kind of aggrieved whimper with a touch of bitterness, a trace of desolation, a trace of rejoicing.
"Yeah, thank God. Now, I'm going to turn on the tape recorder."
"What?" He felt that he hadn't heard clearly and couldn't figure out what was going on. Why did he turn on the tape recorder?
"Wait a minute." I heard the sound of the tape recorder turning. "This is Alan Davenport, the personnel director of crt company. The date is October 23, 2006. I am talking to Paul Conroe. Yi calls. Mr. Conroy, do you know that I am recording this conversation?"
He lay on a piece of sand and did not dare to move at all. Any movement seemed to cause a piece of sand to fall. The flashlight had already been thrown beside him, and his lips were so dry that bleeding beads began to leak out, but his brain was unable to function at all. After that line of life and death, it completely turned into a paste, and he couldn't even breathe.
"What?" What the **** is going on?
"Please answer my question." The other end of the call showed a rare "professionalism". This kind of accomplishment has a kind of coldness that is close to that of a robot, which makes the inner irritability begin to agitate again.
Suddenly, the flashlight went out, and he subconsciously scolded a swear word, "Dog\\/shit!" The other party said "Mr. Conroy" again. He picked up the flashlight impatiently and began to slap. Absent-mindedly perfunctory, "Yes, yes."
"May I have your permission to record?"
But the flashlight did not respond. There was only the faint light of the phone screen in the darkness. He wanted to rub his painful temple, but only when he lifted his left hand, he found that one hand was holding the flashlight and the other was holding the phone. There was no extra space, which made him annoyed to pound the side wall with his flashlight. It flashed, but only flashed.
"Why do you need my permission? What is this about?" His education level is not high, otherwise he wouldn't be a truck driver. He doesn't know much about the processes of these big companies, and there is no way to calm down at this time. Come to think, can only deal with it casually.
"I need you to answer yes or no, please." The other party's voice was still professional.
"Yes! Yes!" He tapped his thigh with a flashlight, gritted his teeth and said, "Is this all right?"
"Thank you." The other party's courtesy did not weaken at all because of his rudeness. "Mr. Conroy, when were you hired by the crt company?"
"I don't remember..." His words were a little messy, and the flashlight turned on again, "Nine months ago, that was January. What is going on?" He felt a little lack of oxygen, and pulled his clothes. He led, his lungs were burning fiercely, and the sand was still falling. He looked at the cracks around him vigilantly, as if he would collapse at any time.
"I see that your official offer date is January 4. Is it correct?"
"Who cares?" He said irritably, his rapid breathing couldn't find a catharsis, "He's \/Mom\/ is nonsense." The other party's coldness and heat, the other party's calm and his emergency , Formed a sharp contrast, which made him more and more at a loss, unconsciously began to reach out to touch those cracks.
"January 4th, is it correct?" The other party remained unmoved, still sticking to his post.
"Yes!" He took a deep breath, suppressing his anger and impatience, and replied shortly.
"During your internal training before you were sent to Iraq, did you know how dangerous your position was?"
The sand fell, and he threw his mouth full of sand, "Bah," he vomited, "You mean, when I went to Dallas, you said that all trucks are armored vehicles and have bulletproof glass? You mean? , You say it’s safer than ever before?” The flashlight was dark, and he smashed the flashlight on his arm while gritting his teeth—the crack was weak enough, and if he smashed the wall again, he was not sure whether it would. It collapsed, and the flashlight smashed his arm with two bloodstains, but he didn't know it. The muscles were stiff and numb, and the pain nerves seemed to be degenerating. "This is what you call'knowing'?"
"I need you to answer yes or no."
His complaints, his sarcasm, and his anger hit a wall, which made him clenched his fists and gritted his teeth, but then he loosened it again, "Yes." There was a hint of fragility in the helplessness. After being trapped here for a few hours, he was exhausted, and he didn't even have much strength to argue.
Breathe, breathe, he wants to get out of here, he wants to get out of this **** nightmare, he wants to wake up, or is it that the dream has become a reality, he is really trapped here, he will be alive bury. He remembered that he was lying on the bed of the hotel and entered a dream, or did he say that the part of the hotel was a dream. He was in a hallucination just now, and now he is awake? Breathing, he must breathe, but his breathing is getting faster and faster, what's the matter? what is the problem? The chattering sound in his ears still didn't stop, he needed to think, he needed rescue, he needed... to live.
"At that time, you signed a labor contract with crt company, which elaborated on the company's policies and included the employment terms of your position?
The dust kept falling, and he began to cough, "Yes, I signed a lot of documents." The hot breath made his entire face tangled, and his dry lips were covered with blood stains, and it seemed that even sweat had stopped secreting. .
"Yes, or not?" The formulaic voice without any emotion was really annoying.
"Yes!" He swallowed abruptly and stopped the cough. "I signed the contract! Yes!"
"Have we reached a consensus that you were hijacked in Iraq two hours ago?"
"Yes! That's not bad at all, you bastard!" He felt that the air was starting to run out, he patted his chest hard, his bloodshot eyes were full of restlessness and anger, "Where are they now? Rescue troops? Why are you asking this? Are they coming soon?"
The other end of the call paused for half a second, and then continued, "Our legal department requires our employees to sign an affidavit," but there was a slight inaudible fluctuation in the voice, which seemed to be... Know the reason for your dismissal. This morning, your employment relationship was officially terminated by the crt company."
"Wait, wait, wait." He felt that his brain was not enough, "What?" The dream stopped, the reality stopped, and even the struggle and breathing stopped, his eyes widened and stiff. In place, it is like a sculpture.
"We noticed that you have an affair with employee Pamela-Lutti." The voice on the other end of the call became a little heavier.
"No, no!" He began to shook his head, violently, "Wait a minute!" But the other party's voice still didn't stop, "Wait a minute!" His shouting didn't work at all.
"There is a clause in the labor contract that clearly states that any ambiguous relationship between internal employees is forbidden. Whether it is a romantic relationship or a sexual relationship, as long as the crt senior management considers the relationship inappropriate , The employment relationship can be terminated immediately."
"Stop, stop, stop!" His time seems to have stopped, his muscles are tight to the extreme, and even the undulating chest has lost movement, "We are just friends, wait, you listen to me, listen to me Say, we're just friends, just friends, okay?" He kept saying, but still couldn't stop each other.
"Our records show differently." Calm, restrained, polite, solemn, and formal. This is the voice on the other end of the phone ~ www.novelhall.com ~ coldly and cruelly sentenced him to death.
"Your record is wrong!" he yelled.
"We still have a legal obligation to notify you, because when you were kidnapped, strictly speaking, you are no longer an employee of crt company. Therefore, after you are formally dismissed, the company will not be held responsible for any harm you suffer. Any consequences that may arise during this kidnapping."
It's quiet, it's quiet, you can only see that his chest is undulating invisibly, the light of the flashlight and the halo of the phone seem to be getting weaker and weaker, the woodiness and despair of those eyes are gradually falling, falling continuously, unable to find end.
"Mr. Conroy?" There was another reminder on the other end of the phone.
He still did not respond, like a dead body, his brain was silent, "What about my life insurance money? My family needs this money." Calm, terrible calm, but he caught the last one deep in his throat. Root straw.
"Given that you were alive when you were fired..."
"Don't do this!" He interrupted the other party's words.
... paused for a moment, "Do you understand everything?"
"Don't do this." His voice was trembling slightly, choked, frightened, and begged. "Don't do this." Apart from these words, he was already unable to resist.
"Do you understand everything I say? Mr. Conroy."
silence. His eyes were trembling violently, despair flashed in the crystal clear tears, and he was at a loss. He looked around at a loss. His lips couldn't help but began to tremble slightly, but he couldn't find any borrowing points. , Helpless panic shivered under the faint light.
At the most critical moment of life, they cut off his lifeline, and then they couldn't wait to withdraw their benefits, shaking their hands, as a bystander, and refused to take a step closer.
It's cracking.
"Save me! Save me!"His voice became more earnest than ever, with a trace of pleading in his anger. This is his last life-saving straw. He does not care who the person on the other end of the phone is, and he does not care whether the other party can do it, but this is his only thing. Choice, he is calling for help, he is begging, he is crying.At the end of the hoarseness, there was pain that fell apart, and it swept through, the dark brown eyes were covered with a thin layer of mist, and the sight was hot and blurred, and the gray despair began to climb up to the ankles little by little. ."I know you are sad, but as far as I know, they will be able to rescue you soon." The voice on the other end of the phone was still calm, as if there were no fluctuations in the cold, "I hope it won't be too long."grass! grass! grass!He couldn't help grinding his teeth, cursing sentence after sentence, the trivial voice twirling around his lips, almost unable to breathe, and finally all the voices grunted in his throat, and he could only pray in a low voice. "Thank God." Praying is not just talking, praying that they are really nearby, praying that he can really escape from the dead, that kind of aggrieved whimper with a touch of bitterness, a trace of desolation, a trace of rejoicing."Yeah, thank God. Now, I'm going to turn on the tape recorder.""What?" He felt that he hadn't heard clearly and couldn't figure out what was going on. Why did he turn on the tape recorder?"Wait a minute." I heard the sound of the tape recorder turning. "This is Alan Davenport, the personnel director of crt company. The date is October 23, 2006. I am talking to Paul Conroe. Yi calls. Mr. Conroy, do you know that I am recording this conversation?"He lay on a piece of sand and did not dare to move at all. Any movement seemed to cause a piece of sand to fall. The flashlight had already been thrown beside him, and his lips were so dry that bleeding beads began to leak out, but his brain was unable to function at all. After that line of life and death, it completely turned into a paste, and he couldn't even breathe."What?" What the **** is going on?"Please answer my question." The other end of the call showed a rare "professionalism". This kind of accomplishment has a kind of coldness that is close to that of a robot, which makes the inner irritability begin to agitate again.Suddenly, the flashlight went out, and he subconsciously scolded a swear word, "Dog\\/shit!" The other party said "Mr. Conroy" again. He picked up the flashlight impatiently and began to slap. Absent-mindedly perfunctory, "Yes, yes.""May I have your permission to record?"But the flashlight did not respond. There was only the faint light of the phone screen in the darkness. He wanted to rub his painful temple, but only when he lifted his left hand, he found that one hand was holding the flashlight and the other was holding the phone. There was no extra space, which made him annoyed to pound the side wall with his flashlight. It flashed, but only flashed."Why do you need my permission? What is this about?" His education level is not high, otherwise he wouldn't be a truck driver. He doesn't know much about the processes of these big companies, and there is no way to calm down at this time. Come to think, can only deal with it casually."I need you to answer yes or no, please." The other party's voice was still professional."Yes! Yes!" He tapped his thigh with a flashlight, gritted his teeth and said, "Is this all right?""Thank you." The other party's courtesy did not weaken at all because of his rudeness. "Mr. Conroy, when were you hired by the crt company?""I don't remember..." His words were a little messy, and the flashlight turned on again, "Nine months ago, that was January. What is going on?" He felt a little lack of oxygen, and pulled his clothes. He led, his lungs were burning fiercely, and the sand was still falling. He looked at the cracks around him vigilantly, as if he would collapse at any time."I see that your official offer date is January 4. Is it correct?""Who cares?" He said irritably, his rapid breathing couldn't find a catharsis, "He's \/Mom\/ is nonsense." The other party's coldness and heat, the other party's calm and his emergency , Formed a sharp contrast, which made him more and more at a loss, unconsciously began to reach out to touch those cracks."January 4th, is it correct?" The other party remained unmoved, still sticking to his post."Yes!" He took a deep breath, suppressing his anger and impatience, and replied shortly."During your internal training before you were sent to Iraq, did you know how dangerous your position was?"The sand fell, and he threw his mouth full of sand, "Bah," he vomited, "You mean, when I went to Dallas, you said that all trucks are armored vehicles and have bulletproof glass? You mean? , You say it's safer than ever before? The flashlight was dark, and he smashed the flashlight on his arm while gritting his teeththe crack was weak enough, and if he smashed the wall again, he was not sure whether it would. It collapsed, and the flashlight smashed his arm with two bloodstains, but he didn't know it. The muscles were stiff and numb, and the pain nerves seemed to be degenerating. "This is what you call'knowing'?""I need you to answer yes or no."His complaints, his sarcasm, and his anger hit a wall, which made him clenched his fists and gritted his teeth, but then he loosened it again, "Yes." There was a hint of fragility in the helplessness. After being trapped here for a few hours, he was exhausted, and he didn't even have much strength to argue.Breathe, breathe, he wants to get out of here, he wants to get out of this **** nightmare, he wants to wake up, or is it that the dream has become a reality, he is really trapped here, he will be alive bury. He remembered that he was lying on the bed of the hotel and entered a dream, or did he say that the part of the hotel was a dream. He was in a hallucination just now, and now he is awake? Breathing, he must breathe, but his breathing is getting faster and faster, what's the matter? what is the problem? The chattering sound in his ears still didn't stop, he needed to think, he needed rescue, he needed... to live."At that time, you signed a labor contract with crt company, which elaborated on the company's policies and included the employment terms of your position?The dust kept falling, and he began to cough, "Yes, I signed a lot of documents." The hot breath made his entire face tangled, and his dry lips were covered with blood stains, and it seemed that even sweat had stopped secreting. ."Yes, or not?" The formulaic voice without any emotion was really annoying."Yes!" He swallowed abruptly and stopped the cough. "I signed the contract! Yes!""Have we reached a consensus that you were hijacked in Iraq two hours ago?""Yes! That's not bad at all, you bastard!" He felt that the air was starting to run out, he patted his chest hard, his bloodshot eyes were full of restlessness and anger, "Where are they now? Rescue troops? Why are you asking this? Are they coming soon?"The other end of the call paused for half a second, and then continued, "Our legal department requires our employees to sign an affidavit," but there was a slight inaudible fluctuation in the voice, which seemed to be... Know the reason for your dismissal. This morning, your employment relationship was officially terminated by the crt company.""Wait, wait, wait." He felt that his brain was not enough, "What?" The dream stopped, the reality stopped, and even the struggle and breathing stopped, his eyes widened and stiff. In place, it is like a sculpture."We noticed that you have an affair with employee Pamela-Lutti." The voice on the other end of the call became a little heavier."No, no!" He began to shook his head, violently, "Wait a minute!" But the other party's voice still didn't stop, "Wait a minute!" His shouting didn't work at all."There is a clause in the labor contract that clearly states that any ambiguous relationship between internal employees is forbidden. Whether it is a romantic relationship or a sexual relationship, as long as the crt senior management considers the relationship inappropriate , The employment relationship can be terminated immediately.""Stop, stop, stop!" His time seems to have stopped, his muscles are tight to the extreme, and even the undulating chest has lost movement, "We are just friends, wait, you listen to me, listen to me Say, we're just friends, just friends, okay?" He kept saying, but still couldn't stop each other."Our records show differently." Calm, restrained, polite, solemn, and formal. This is the voice on the other end of the phone ~ www.novelhall.com ~ coldly and cruelly sentenced him to death."Your record is wrong!" he yelled."We still have a legal obligation to notify you, because when you were kidnapped, strictly speaking, you are no longer an employee of crt company. Therefore, after you are formally dismissed, the company will not be held responsible for any harm you suffer. Any consequences that may arise during this kidnapping."It's quiet, it's quiet, you can only see that his chest is undulating invisibly, the light of the flashlight and the halo of the phone seem to be getting weaker and weaker, the woodiness and despair of those eyes are gradually falling, falling continuously, unable to find end."Mr. Conroy?" There was another reminder on the other end of the phone.He still did not respond, like a dead body, his brain was silent, "What about my life insurance money? My family needs this money." Calm, terrible calm, but he caught the last one deep in his throat. Root straw."Given that you were alive when you were fired...""Don't do this!" He interrupted the other party's words.... paused for a moment, "Do you understand everything?""Don't do this." His voice was trembling slightly, choked, frightened, and begged. "Don't do this." Apart from these words, he was already unable to resist."Do you understand everything I say? Mr. Conroy."silence. His eyes were trembling violently, despair flashed in the crystal clear tears, and he was at a loss. He looked around at a loss. His lips couldn't help but began to tremble slightly, but he couldn't find any borrowing points. , Helpless panic shivered under the faint light.At the most critical moment of life, they cut off his lifeline, and then they couldn't wait to withdraw their benefits, shaking their hands, as a bystander, and refused to take a step closer.It's cracking.
