[Rescue on the roof of the building.]
After writing, Enrico posted the paper on the windowpane for Kevin to find.
“What are you writing?” Gabriel asked curiously, leaning over.
“Come here.” Enrico lifted him up in front of him and turned toward him without expression, “You go upstairs, all the way to the top, and a helicopter will rescue you.”
“…”
Gabriel looked at him fixedly, his small mouth pouting.
“When you’ve been rescued, tell Kevin that there are enough bombs planted here to set off the entire hotel, and that the other twelve hotels, unsurprisingly, are in the same situation, and that these kidnappers are prepared to die together, and that the police should never be approached in large numbers.”
Enrico stared at him and said, “Do you remember?”
He would figure out this hotel, and for the rest of the twelve, it would be up to that group of people from The Capital.
In the end, it was still going to be a problem for his woman.
Gabriel stood in front of Enrico, blinked twice, and asked, “What about you?”
“I’ll take care of the bomb, and you tell Kevin not to do anything rash.” Enrico said.
His woman’s reputation, he had to protect.
The Bomb …
Gabriel cocked his head in thought and didn’t say anything.
“Go.” Enrico picked him up and left.
Gabriel’s tiny teeth bit his lip and he tilted his little head up to look at him, his sunglasses drooping to reveal long, dense lashes, “So you’re going to die?”
The childish voice was filled with doubt.
The bomb will … bang.
“Cut the crap, just do your job of delivering the message.”
Enrico carried him on out the door, ready to distract the kidnappers and send him upstairs; with Gabriel’s clever abilities, running to the top floor would not be a problem.
Walking to the door, Enrico was about to pull away from the table when the man in his hands suddenly struggled.
Gabriel twisted around desperately as the man fell from his grasp.
“What are you doing?” Enrico looked at him in displeasure.
“You’re not very good at what you do, I need to stay with you.” Gabriel stood there staring at him intently, making a thoughtful decision.
“…”
Enrico almost laughed in exasperation and didn’t wait for him to say anything when Gabriel seemed to think of something else and turned to run inside, “We’ll just write on a piece of paper that there’s a bomb and tell Uncle Kevin.”
That’s what he just did anyway, just stick it on the windowpane.
What a waste of time.
Seeing the little spy pick up the big marker, Enrico stepped forward to catch him as he said, “You can’t read or write?”
“I know.”
Gabriel grabbed the marker in a serious manner and wrote on the paper as fast as he could.
Enrico walks over and looks down.
A pile of black eggs on the paper.
“Write it.”
Gabriel finishes writing, takes the paper and climbs into the chair by the window, pasting it up like Enrico just did.
“You get upstairs!”
Enrico, naturally, doesn’t change his mind and rears him down.
There was a banging on the door from outside.
The kidnappers are looking for him again.
…
The pavement outside the hotel was brightly lit, with two rows of cars parked in close proximity.
Kevin stood behind the police and at the first sign of extra paper in one of the hotel windows, he took binoculars and looked …
“Is the hostage self-rescue?”
The chief of this rescue operation of the police aside came up to Kevin and guessed.
“It would be Enrico, the surveillance at the entrance to THE Lautners family shows him going in, and he’s the only one who has the skills to get out safely under a group of terrorists.”
Kevin thought about it.
He didn’t think that someone as cold-blooded as Enrico would return to the hotel for Gabriel, was that a blood tie?
“Oh … who? Who who?”
The Chief Director violently raised his volume, his expression as if he had seen a ghost, his eyes wide, “Enrico? the Gustin Group consortium one? What’s that man doing on our border?”
It’s over, it’s over.
This Country A’s number one big shot, if he died in his jurisdiction, he wouldn’t have to live.
“…”
Kevin was so breathless by his barrage of screams that he pressed his ears together.
“Sorry, I got carried away and lost my temper.”
The man in charge said somewhat apologetically, and turned to his own subordinates, “Find a way to get a helicopter over here, and make sure we get Mr. Gustin out first.”
“The Lautners family has it, use it directly.” Kevin said immediately.
“There’s a new paper on the window!” Someone shouted.
The person in charge hurriedly picked up the binoculars and looked over, then fell silent, “Mr. Kevin, Mr. Gustin’s first paper expresses the meaning I understand, it is to save the people, how can I not read this second … one too well?”
Kevin stood aside, sniffed, and also picked up the binoculars to look over.
In the lens, a pile of black eggs.
“…”
The two men stood side by side with their binoculars fixed on the pile of eggs, very puzzled.
…
Inside the hotel, shots are fired.
Enrico carries Gabriel and fights his way up the stairs, killing people along the way, and also knocking out all the cameras he sees so that the kidnappers in the lobby can’t track his route.
Both of them were splattered with blood from the fight along the way.
The three minutes given by Scarface is quickly up.
Enrico glanced at the time and stranded Gabriel at the stairway while he himself took a seat on the first step, took one of the fallen kidnapper’s guns, unloaded the magazine to check the bullets, and pushed it back in with a handsome flourish.
The sequence of movements flowed smoothly.
“Still not going?” Enrico glanced sideways, not hesitant, at the little spy next to him, “I’m done killing people for you, get yourself up there, run two more floors, and stay on the top floor.”
“…”
Gabriel looked at the blood splattered on his white shirt and silently crouched down beside him, both little hands resting on his knees, not going anywhere.
“You have a death wish?” Enrico glared at him with some annoyance.
How dare you pester him in a life and death situation, you really don’t want to die.
“I want to go with you.” Gabriel wouldn’t leave.
“If you don’t want to die, you’ll come with me.”
Enrico, too lazy to reason with a child, stood up, rubbed one shoulder, and lifted his leg to walk down the stairs.
One floor down.
He turned back, his gaze huffing and glaring at the Gabriel who had followed him down and was now standing there gripping the handrail and watching himself.
At once, the splash of blood under Enrico’s eyes was covered in hostility, “What the hell do you want?”
Gabriel realized his anger, somewhat fearfully shrunk his body, his small fingers gouging the handrail next to him, looked at him and asked in a small voice, “Do you … like me?”
“No.”
How can this child be so annoying.
Hearing this, Gabriel lowered his head a little disappointed and gouged the pattern on the handrail even harder, “But I kind of like you, I want to help you.”
“I don’t need your help.”
“I don’t want you to die.”
Gabriel said it quickly, his voice muffled.
“…”
Enrico stood at the bottom of the stairs, his dark eyes fixed on the small head that was dying to hang down into the ground, his chest hit hard, and for a moment he didn’t know what to say to such a child.
“I got a sneak peek, the bomb went bang, legs blew off.” Gabriel continued sullenly, the image sticking with him.