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After pouring the alcohol in the small flask into his mouth, Paul once again forced himself to calm down, opened the call log of the phone, and found the first phone number—the one that he actively called. He excitedly changed the number I recorded it, and made a note next to it, "Help", but after hesitating for a moment, I added a question mark after "Help", and then I couldn't wait to call back. August 1 Chinese W≈W≥W≥. ≈81ZW. COM
It was the kidnapper who answered the phone.
He thought Paul was a soldier, he thought Paul was an employee of a security company, and they shot everyone in the convoy. "Then you can't lie anymore!" Paul had to explain the situation, which plunged the other party into a brief chaos, and then The other party asked for a ransom, five million. They paid five million before nine o'clock in the evening before they were willing to release Paul.
After hanging up the phone, Paul sullenly picked up the pen, struck out the word "help?" heavily and forcefully, then slowly turned around, lying on the spot, with a blank look in his eyes. The faint blue light projected the stains and sweat on the face, and the bewildered loneliness seemed to be becoming numb and stiff bit by bit.
Chanel felt anger, an uncontrollable anger-Paul was buried alive in the soil and was in danger, but 9/11 refused to help him, the FBI began to question him, and no one from the company responded; more ridiculously, the kidnappers The wrong person was **** at all. They tried to kill soldiers and security guards to warn the United States, but what they got was an ordinary person, an ordinary truck driver, and a person who was affected by their own country, their own society, and their own. Ordinary people forgotten by the government/government.
Paul at this 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 give them help, leaving them on the barren desert.
After regaining his consciousness, Paul started a long journey of self-help again. He checked the phone number and found Donna, his and Linda’s mutual friend, and tried to find Linda through her, but Donna did not realize the seriousness of the matter. He even accused Paul of being too rude and hung up the phone; Paul had to call again and pleaded in a low voice so that Donna could find the phone number of the State Department.
After dialing the phone, it was the same old repetition and repetition, all the circumstances were alienated again, and the other party was transferred to the corresponding department, and Rebecca Browning answered the call. However, contrary to Paul’s expectation, the other party actually had a preliminary understanding of his situation. After further questioning, Paul learned that the original company’s personnel director Alan Davenport had contacted the relevant departments-but they But there was no movement, leaving Paul to wait for death on the spot, which made Paul feel a deep betrayal.
After inquiring about the details, Rebecca said that according to the national policy of the United States, they will not negotiate with terrorists. Paul finally couldn’t bear it anymore. “Don’t mention the national policy of the United States, ma’am, please. In his office, this sentence is light. You are not the one who was buried in the middle of the desert waiting to die."
"You understand your frustration..."
"Frustration?" Paul roared loudly, the monstrous anger burst through the dim light of the phone, and every word was utterly clear. "Madam, I'm going to die here! Do you know?" Emotional venting There was still no response in exchange. There was a dead silence on the other end of the phone, which made Paul's eyes moist. He was like a beast trapped in a desperate situation, looking for any slightest vitality, and then rushed forward recklessly. He hurt everything around him, and he hurt himself.
"Hello, are you still there?" Paul closed his eyes and hid the moist under his eyes. His voice was calm again, but there was a deep weakness and tiredness, as if despair was pulling the rope behind to stop it. He worked hard to move toward his hopes, and after receiving Rebecca's response, Paul said in a very soft voice, "Then say something, tell me how you are going to save me?"
But because Paul didn’t know the phone number in his hand, they had to re-identify the signal and locate it, which made it more difficult for them to rescue them. In a short time, they were also 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-prolonging techniques, and then learned some basic information, but before he had time to communicate further, the kidnappers called and urged Paul to pay quickly. He asked Paul to record a kidnapping video in Paul. There is a cloth bag near 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, reducing 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 a direction, but it was just that the coffin that was wider than the shoulder was difficult to unfold. In the desperate situation, Paul compressed himself to the extreme, and he could even hear the creaking sound of the wooden boards. The narrowness that was compressed to the extreme seemed to crush Paul at any time.
Chanel was shocked suddenly. It turned out that Tessa, who was sitting next to her, squeezed her left hand. Because she was too nervous, Tessa's two hands were crossed and firmly squeezed 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 curled up like a spring, it seemed that with a little more strength, his neck and his spine would be directly affected. Broken, the cruelty and bloodiness caused Chanel to bite his lower lip, and a **** smell spread in his mouth.
Subconsciously, Chanel also clenched Tessa's hands tightly. The beating of the heart had lost consciousness. The fear of claustrophobia pierced the big screen at this moment and smashed it down severely. No one could be an exception, suffocating strongly. The feeling seemed to swallow all the light in the sight.
"Crack, creak... bang!" The spring bounced violently, and Paul successfully turned his body, and the sound of gasping and gasping could be clearly heard throughout the auditorium, and some people were even so intense that it was too intense. Started to cough. But the coughing sound was quickly cut off, as if covering his mouth.
No one can relax, the tension, the anxiety, the despair hangs over everyone's head. Now, the only belief that supports Chanel is that Paul is the actor, or even the only protagonist, and the director will not let him die, will he? Hollywood movies, the final ending, the protagonist can always escape. Chanel couldn't help but crossed his fingers and prayed secretly.
There are two light sticks, a flashlight, a dagger, and a note in the cloth bag.
Paul tried to find his wife Linda again, but there was still no one at home or on the phone to answer. The feeling of powerlessness made Paul no longer angry. He immediately dialed Dan's number and reported the kidnapper's mobile phone number, hoping that they could catch the kidnapper, and then follow the vine to rescue him.
Dan Qian urged Paul not to take a kidnapping video, and not to evolve into an international incident. Paul vented with deep grievances, "I have been here for nine months, I know, you only care about you. The secret plan and the politics behind the scenes. If I were a diplomat, and if I were the leader of the hostage rescue team like you, I would have been rescued long ago. But I am not. I can only lie here and wait for death quietly. ."
Faced with Paul’s questions and complaints, Dan had to persuade Paul to keep him safe, but Paul had already lost his confidence. He asked Dan to name a name, the name he was kidnapped and successfully rescued, "Mark White "This is the name Dan gave. This made Paul a little calmer.
However, less than ten seconds after 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 leave any chance or even listened to his excuse. Hung up the phone. This caused Paul's anxiety to explode, and he was almost suffocated. The urge to smash everything made him start to self-mutilate again, mixed with alcohol and swallowed the pills in the pill bottle, and it was finally relieved.
After taking the pills, Paul entered an unprecedented state of calm. He began to call the nursing home where his mother lived. However, the memory of the mother suffering from Alzheimer's disease was no longer clear. She also regarded Paul as a child and talked about her. Playing cards with Paul's father every night, the dull to a bit boring exchanges, caused Paul to fall into a complete breakdown.
Even though he was biting his lower lip~www.novelhall.com~ the tears were still falling down, as if the tears were choking in the throat, hot and painful.
Gavin gritted his teeth and his emotions were raging. Only in this way, tears would not fall. That kind of loneliness, kind of helplessness, kind of loneliness, and kind of despair, swirling in Paul's eyes—— The phone at home is still recorded, and the wife's mobile phone is still unanswered. Even his mother has gradually forgotten him, so he was abandoned in a barren land and waited quietly for death. The mixed and turbulent emotions did not explode, but slowly settled down, making Gavin almost collapsed with sorrow.
But before the tears had time to reach his chin, the phone rang again, and his emotions came to an abrupt end. Still kidnapper.
Paul refused to answer the call and adjusted the ringtone to vibrate. After waiting for a long time, his mood calmed down a bit, and then the call was connected, but the call was already hung up. The kidnapper sent a video, which made Paul's thumb tremble and his pupils began to vibrate.
After hesitating, he pressed the confirm button.
In the video, a woman kneels on the ground with a cloth strip in her mouth, her head is pointed at by a machine gun, her eyes are full of fear, and her life is hanging by a thread.
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After pouring the alcohol in the small flask into his mouth, Paul once again forced himself to calm down, opened the call log of the phone, and found the first phone number—the one that he actively called. He excitedly changed the number I recorded it, and made a note next to it, "Help", but after hesitating for a moment, I added a question mark after "Help", and then I couldn't wait to call back. August 1 Chinese W≈W≥W≥. ≈81ZW. COM
It was the kidnapper who answered the phone.
He thought Paul was a soldier, he thought Paul was an employee of a security company, and they shot everyone in the convoy. "Then you can't lie anymore!" Paul had to explain the situation, which plunged the other party into a brief chaos, and then The other party asked for a ransom, five million. They paid five million before nine o'clock in the evening before they were willing to release Paul.
After hanging up the phone, Paul sullenly picked up the pen, struck out the word "help?" heavily and forcefully, then slowly turned around, lying on the spot, with a blank look in his eyes. The faint blue light projected the stains and sweat on the face, and the bewildered loneliness seemed to be becoming numb and stiff bit by bit.
Chanel felt anger, an uncontrollable anger-Paul was buried alive in the soil and was in danger, but 9/11 refused to help him, the FBI began to question him, and no one from the company responded; more ridiculously, the kidnappers The wrong person was **** at all. They tried to kill soldiers and security guards to warn the United States, but what they got was an ordinary person, an ordinary truck driver, and a person who was affected by their own country, their own society, and their own. Ordinary people forgotten by the government/government.
Paul at this 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 give them help, leaving them on the barren desert.
After regaining his consciousness, Paul started a long journey of self-help again. He checked the phone number and found Donna, his and Linda’s mutual friend, and tried to find Linda through her, but Donna did not realize the seriousness of the matter. He even accused Paul of being too rude and hung up the phone; Paul had to call again and pleaded in a low voice so that Donna could find the phone number of the State Department.
After dialing the phone, it was the same old repetition and repetition, all the circumstances were alienated again, and the other party was transferred to the corresponding department, and Rebecca Browning answered the call. However, contrary to Paul’s expectation, the other party actually had a preliminary understanding of his situation. After further questioning, Paul learned that the original company’s personnel director Alan Davenport had contacted the relevant departments-but they But there was no movement, leaving Paul to wait for death on the spot, which made Paul feel a deep betrayal.
After inquiring about the details, Rebecca said that according to the national policy of the United States, they will not negotiate with terrorists. Paul finally couldn’t bear it anymore. “Don’t mention the national policy of the United States, ma’am, please. In his office, this sentence is light. You are not the one who was buried in the middle of the desert waiting to die."
"You understand your frustration..."
"Frustration?" Paul roared loudly, the monstrous anger burst through the dim light of the phone, and every word was utterly clear. "Madam, I'm going to die here! Do you know?" Emotional venting There was still no response in exchange. There was a dead silence on the other end of the phone, which made Paul's eyes moist. He was like a beast trapped in a desperate situation, looking for any slightest vitality, and then rushed forward recklessly. He hurt everything around him, and he hurt himself.
"Hello, are you still there?" Paul closed his eyes and hid the moist under his eyes. His voice was calm again, but there was a deep weakness and tiredness, as if despair was pulling the rope behind to stop it. He worked hard to move toward his hopes, and after receiving Rebecca's response, Paul said in a very soft voice, "Then say something, tell me how you are going to save me?"
But because Paul didn’t know the phone number in his hand, they had to re-identify the signal and locate it, which made it more difficult for them to rescue them. In a short time, they were also 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-prolonging techniques, and then learned some basic information, but before he had time to communicate further, the kidnappers called and urged Paul to pay quickly. He asked Paul to record a kidnapping video in Paul. There is a cloth bag near 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, reducing 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 a direction, but it was just that the coffin that was wider than the shoulder was difficult to unfold. In the desperate situation, Paul compressed himself to the extreme, and he could even hear the creaking sound of the wooden boards. The narrowness that was compressed to the extreme seemed to crush Paul at any time.
Chanel was shocked suddenly. It turned out that Tessa, who was sitting next to her, squeezed her left hand. Because she was too nervous, Tessa's two hands were crossed and firmly squeezed 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 curled up like a spring, it seemed that with a little more strength, his neck and his spine would be directly affected. Broken, the cruelty and bloodiness caused Chanel to bite his lower lip, and a **** smell spread in his mouth.
Subconsciously, Chanel also clenched Tessa's hands tightly. The beating of the heart had lost consciousness. The fear of claustrophobia pierced the big screen at this moment and smashed it down severely. No one could be an exception, suffocating strongly. The feeling seemed to swallow all the light in the sight.
"Crack, creak... bang!" The spring bounced violently, and Paul successfully turned his body, and the sound of gasping and gasping could be clearly heard throughout the auditorium, and some people were even so intense that it was too intense. Started to cough. But the coughing sound was quickly cut off, as if covering his mouth.
No one can relax, the tension, the anxiety, the despair hangs over everyone's head. Now, the only belief that supports Chanel is that Paul is the actor, or even the only protagonist, and the director will not let him die, will he? Hollywood movies, the final ending, the protagonist can always escape. Chanel couldn't help but crossed his fingers and prayed secretly.
There are two light sticks, a flashlight, a dagger, and a note in the cloth bag.
Paul tried to find his wife Linda again, but there was still no one at home or on the phone to answer. The feeling of powerlessness made Paul no longer angry. He immediately dialed Dan's number and reported the kidnapper's mobile phone number, hoping that they could catch the kidnapper, and then follow the vine to rescue him.
Dan Qian urged Paul not to take a kidnapping video, and not to evolve into an international incident. Paul vented with deep grievances, "I have been here for nine months, I know, you only care about you. The secret plan and the politics behind the scenes. If I were a diplomat, and if I were the leader of the hostage rescue team like you, I would have been rescued long ago. But I am not. I can only lie here and wait for death quietly. ."
Faced with Paul’s questions and complaints, Dan had to persuade Paul to keep him safe, but Paul had already lost his confidence. He asked Dan to name a name, the name he was kidnapped and successfully rescued, "Mark White "This is the name Dan gave. This made Paul a little calmer.
However, less than ten seconds after 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 leave any chance or even listened to his excuse. Hung up the phone. This caused Paul's anxiety to explode, and he was almost suffocated. The urge to smash everything made him start to self-mutilate again, mixed with alcohol and swallowed the pills in the pill bottle, and it was finally relieved.
After taking the pills, Paul entered an unprecedented state of calm. He began to call the nursing home where his mother lived. However, the memory of the mother suffering from Alzheimer's disease was no longer clear. She also regarded Paul as a child and talked about her. Playing cards with Paul's father every night, the dull to a bit boring exchanges, caused Paul to fall into a complete breakdown.
Even though he was biting his lower lip~www.novelhall.com~ the tears were still falling down, as if the tears were choking in the throat, hot and painful.
Gavin gritted his teeth and his emotions were raging. Only in this way, tears would not fall. That kind of loneliness, kind of helplessness, kind of loneliness, and kind of despair, swirling in Paul's eyes—— The phone at home is still recorded, and the wife's mobile phone is still unanswered. Even his mother has gradually forgotten him, so he was abandoned in a barren land and waited quietly for death. The mixed and turbulent emotions did not explode, but slowly settled down, making Gavin almost collapsed with sorrow.
But before the tears had time to reach his chin, the phone rang again, and his emotions came to an abrupt end. Still kidnapper.
Paul refused to answer the call and adjusted the ringtone to vibrate. After waiting for a long time, his mood calmed down a bit, and then the call was connected, but the call was already hung up. The kidnapper sent a video, which made Paul's thumb tremble and his pupils began to vibrate.
After hesitating, he pressed the confirm button.
In the video, a woman kneels on the ground with a cloth strip in her mouth, her head is pointed at by a machine gun, her eyes are full of fear, and her life is hanging by a thread.
After pouring the alcohol in the small flask into his mouth, Paul once again forced himself to calm down, opened the call log of the phone, and found the first phone numberthe one that he actively called. He excitedly changed the number I recorded it, and made a note next to it, "Help", but after hesitating for a moment, I added a question mark after "Help", and then I couldn't wait to call back. August 1 Chinese WWW. 81ZW. COMIt was the kidnapper who answered the phone.He thought Paul was a soldier, he thought Paul was an employee of a security company, and they shot everyone in the convoy. "Then you can't lie anymore!" Paul had to explain the situation, which plunged the other party into a brief chaos, and then The other party asked for a ransom, five million. They paid five million before nine o'clock in the evening before they were willing to release Paul.After hanging up the phone, Paul sullenly picked up the pen, struck out the word "help?" heavily and forcefully, then slowly turned around, lying on the spot, with a blank look in his eyes. The faint blue light projected the stains and sweat on the face, and the bewildered loneliness seemed to be becoming numb and stiff bit by bit.Chanel felt anger, an uncontrollable anger-Paul was buried alive in the soil and was in danger, but 9/11 refused to help him, the FBI began to question him, and no one from the company responded; more ridiculously, the kidnappers The wrong person was **** at all. They tried to kill soldiers and security guards to warn the United States, but what they got was an ordinary person, an ordinary truck driver, and a person who was affected by their own country, their own society, and their own. Ordinary people forgotten by the government/government.Paul at this 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 give them help, leaving them on the barren desert.After regaining his consciousness, Paul started a long journey of self-help again. He checked the phone number and found Donna, his and Linda's mutual friend, and tried to find Linda through her, but Donna did not realize the seriousness of the matter. He even accused Paul of being too rude and hung up the phone; Paul had to call again and pleaded in a low voice so that Donna could find the phone number of the State Department.After dialing the phone, it was the same old repetition and repetition, all the circumstances were alienated again, and the other party was transferred to the corresponding department, and Rebecca Browning answered the call. However, contrary to Paul's expectation, the other party actually had a preliminary understanding of his situation. After further questioning, Paul learned that the original company's personnel director Alan Davenport had contacted the relevant departments-but they But there was no movement, leaving Paul to wait for death on the spot, which made Paul feel a deep betrayal.After inquiring about the details, Rebecca said that according to the national policy of the United States, they will not negotiate with terrorists. Paul finally couldn't bear it anymore. Don't mention the national policy of the United States, ma'am, please. In his office, this sentence is light. You are not the one who was buried in the middle of the desert waiting to die.""You understand your frustration...""Frustration?" Paul roared loudly, the monstrous anger burst through the dim light of the phone, and every word was utterly clear. "Madam, I'm going to die here! Do you know?" Emotional venting There was still no response in exchange. There was a dead silence on the other end of the phone, which made Paul's eyes moist. He was like a beast trapped in a desperate situation, looking for any slightest vitality, and then rushed forward recklessly. He hurt everything around him, and he hurt himself."Hello, are you still there?" Paul closed his eyes and hid the moist under his eyes. His voice was calm again, but there was a deep weakness and tiredness, as if despair was pulling the rope behind to stop it. He worked hard to move toward his hopes, and after receiving Rebecca's response, Paul said in a very soft voice, "Then say something, tell me how you are going to save me?"But because Paul didn't know the phone number in his hand, they had to re-identify the signal and locate it, which made it more difficult for them to rescue them. In a short time, they were also 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-prolonging techniques, and then learned some basic information, but before he had time to communicate further, the kidnappers called and urged Paul to pay quickly. He asked Paul to record a kidnapping video in Paul. There is a cloth bag near 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, reducing 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 a direction, but it was just that the coffin that was wider than the shoulder was difficult to unfold. In the desperate situation, Paul compressed himself to the extreme, and he could even hear the creaking sound of the wooden boards. The narrowness that was compressed to the extreme seemed to crush Paul at any time.Chanel was shocked suddenly. It turned out that Tessa, who was sitting next to her, squeezed her left hand. Because she was too nervous, Tessa's two hands were crossed and firmly squeezed 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 curled up like a spring, it seemed that with a little more strength, his neck and his spine would be directly affected. Broken, the cruelty and bloodiness caused Chanel to bite his lower lip, and a **** smell spread in his mouth.Subconsciously, Chanel also clenched Tessa's hands tightly. The beating of the heart had lost consciousness. The fear of claustrophobia pierced the big screen at this moment and smashed it down severely. No one could be an exception, suffocating strongly. The feeling seemed to swallow all the light in the sight."Crack, creak... bang!" The spring bounced violently, and Paul successfully turned his body, and the sound of gasping and gasping could be clearly heard throughout the auditorium, and some people were even so intense that it was too intense. Started to cough. But the coughing sound was quickly cut off, as if covering his mouth.No one can relax, the tension, the anxiety, the despair hangs over everyone's head. Now, the only belief that supports Chanel is that Paul is the actor, or even the only protagonist, and the director will not let him die, will he? Hollywood movies, the final ending, the protagonist can always escape. Chanel couldn't help but crossed his fingers and prayed secretly.There are two light sticks, a flashlight, a dagger, and a note in the cloth bag.Paul tried to find his wife Linda again, but there was still no one at home or on the phone to answer. The feeling of powerlessness made Paul no longer angry. He immediately dialed Dan's number and reported the kidnapper's mobile phone number, hoping that they could catch the kidnapper, and then follow the vine to rescue him.Dan Qian urged Paul not to take a kidnapping video, and not to evolve into an international incident. Paul vented with deep grievances, "I have been here for nine months, I know, you only care about you. The secret plan and the politics behind the scenes. If I were a diplomat, and if I were the leader of the hostage rescue team like you, I would have been rescued long ago. But I am not. I can only lie here and wait for death quietly. ."Faced with Paul's questions and complaints, Dan had to persuade Paul to keep him safe, but Paul had already lost his confidence. He asked Dan to name a name, the name he was kidnapped and successfully rescued, "Mark White "This is the name Dan gave. This made Paul a little calmer.However, less than ten seconds after 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 leave any chance or even listened to his excuse. Hung up the phone. This caused Paul's anxiety to explode, and he was almost suffocated. The urge to smash everything made him start to self-mutilate again, mixed with alcohol and swallowed the pills in the pill bottle, and it was finally relieved.After taking the pills, Paul entered an unprecedented state of calm. He began to call the nursing home where his mother lived. However, the memory of the mother suffering from Alzheimer's disease was no longer clear. She also regarded Paul as a child and talked about her. Playing cards with Paul's father every night, the dull to a bit boring exchanges, caused Paul to fall into a complete breakdown.Even though he was biting his lower lip~www.novelhall.com~ the tears were still falling down, as if the tears were choking in the throat, hot and painful.Gavin gritted his teeth and his emotions were raging. Only in this way, tears would not fall. That kind of loneliness, kind of helplessness, kind of loneliness, and kind of despair, swirling in Paul's eyes The phone at home is still recorded, and the wife's mobile phone is still unanswered. Even his mother has gradually forgotten him, so he was abandoned in a barren land and waited quietly for death. The mixed and turbulent emotions did not explode, but slowly settled down, making Gavin almost collapsed with sorrow.But before the tears had time to reach his chin, the phone rang again, and his emotions came to an abrupt end. Still kidnapper.Paul refused to answer the call and adjusted the ringtone to vibrate. After waiting for a long time, his mood calmed down a bit, and then the call was connected, but the call was already hung up. The kidnapper sent a video, which made Paul's thumb tremble and his pupils began to vibrate.After hesitating, he pressed the confirm button.In the video, a woman kneels on the ground with a cloth strip in her mouth, her head is pointed at by a machine gun, her eyes are full of fear, and her life is hanging by a thread.
