“A few of you go over there as well.” Scarface commanded.
Thus, five kidnappers immediately surrounded Enrico’s side in a full circle.
Five blackened gun muzzles, ten glaring eyes, they couldn’t wait to tie Enrico into a mummy before they could rest assured.
The level of vigilance against Enrico alone is stronger than the hostages in this hotel.
Seeing this, the hostages squatting on the ground are also slightly relieved, with Enrico such a person here, President Rafael should not ignore it, right? As long as they cared, they would be able to follow and survive.
“Where are you running to, little kid?”
One of the kidnappers chased Gabriel with a leather buckle.
The little guy was too small to realize the danger and ran all over the field, suddenly turning around and hugging the kidnapper’s thigh, raising his white face, “Don’t tie me up, okay? I’m so small, I can have what bad thoughts?”
“… “Terrorist kidnapping it, don’t be like this okay.
The kidnapper stared viciously at him.
“Okay, okay?” Gabriel hugged his leg and directly pouted.
Scarface holding the gun in front of him was arranging for his accomplices to request a connection with the presidential palace, when he heard the voice, he turned his head and saw that although Gabriel’s body was stained with some blood, he was dressed appropriately, and wearing sunglasses, he could also see that he was a beautiful child.
“Mr. Gustin, is this your illegitimate son?” Scarface couldn’t help but look at Enrico.
Enrico was obviously outside but went out of his way to come to the hotel even though he was pretending to be a drunk, could it be for this child?
“What do you mean bastard?” Gabriel asked, probing suspiciously.
Enrico didn’t answer, but leaned back lazily in his chair, obviously tied up but not looking half as uncomfortable.
Scarface gave Enrico a searching look and lifted his feet toward Gabriel, lifting him out and pressing the muzzle of his gun to his little face, “Tell me, little friend, is he your father?”
“You’re making me uncomfortable with this top.” Gabriel pushed his gun away a little unhappily.
Scarface pushed back again and Enrico looked away idly, “I have no son such information that THE Reeves family and Thomas didn’t tell you?”
“…”
Being on the side of the election camp, it was only natural that they knew all the information about these major players, which was why he asked if it was a bastard son.
The kidnapper on the side stood and thought about it, and suddenly said, “Boss, I remember that three years ago, this Enrico suddenly disappeared, and if you look at this kid, he’s only about three years old, right?”
Hearing this, Scarface stood up and kicked over, “You’re an idiot, right, he disappeared just to give birth to a child? He gave birth to this child himself?”
“…” the kidnapper was kicked backward, a little embarrassed, “I thought wrong.”
Scarface lifted Gabriel in front of him, “Mr. Gustin is still protecting this child in such a dangerous time, I won’t move you, but I can move this child …”
Regardless of whether he is a bastard or not, this child must be of some use.
Enrico looked over contemptuously, “With your intelligence you’re still terrorists? Isn’t it an insult to the word?”
“Enrico, don’t be too arrogant!”
In unison, ten or so gun muzzles were aimed at him, but none of them dared to press the trigger.
“Heh.” Enrico raised an eyebrow uncaringly and casually glanced at Gabriel, “If he were my son, what would I carry him down here for? Make a living target for you?”
“…”
That statement was fine.
The big hotel was over twenty stories high, so how could they find a place to hide the kid?
But Scarface still wanted to try, and staring at Enrico, he once again disliked the muzzle of the gun to Gabriel’s small, white face and slowly pulled the trigger.
Enrico remained impassive, his gaze skimming over one of the kidnappers operating at a computer nearby.
Gabriel stood there, clenching his small fists tightly.
Dark currents surged.
Every breath was a test.
Bit by bit, time passes and everyone holds their breath.
Scarface didn’t miss a single subtle expression on Enrico’s face, and suddenly, his accomplice called out to him, “Boss, we’ve contacted the presidential side.”
Upon hearing this, Scarface instantly put away his gun, pushed Gabriel casually and turned around, “Alright, keep broadcasting live for the whole country to see.”
Everyone’s eyes went over to Scarface’s side, watching nervously.
This contact would be about the fate of each and every one of them.
Scarface hit hard, and Gabriel was directly pushed and rolled on the ground.
Gabriel immediately climbed up from the ground, and a kidnapper squatted next to him, “Kid, what kind of sunglasses are you wearing in a hotel at night, these sunglasses look pretty good …”
Said the kidnapper as he pulled off his sunglasses and held them in his hands to study them.
“…”
Gabriel squatted on the ground and clapped his little hands, the sunglasses were suddenly taken away, his whole person was confused.
It was too sudden, wasn’t it?
“…”
Enrico sits over there, his eyes looking over at Scarface.
Suddenly, he withdrew his gaze, absently looking forward through the gap between the two kidnappers guarding him in front of him.
After being confused, Gabriel subconsciously looked at Enrico, a small face that looked as if it was white and childish in the bright light, with long dense eyelashes covering a pair of large, somewhat dull eyes.
Children’s eyes are black and white, but Gabriel is obviously not, the color of his eyes is grayish, dark, obviously pure oriental features, because of such a pair of eyes, but added a bit of hybrid sense.
He crouched there, watching Enrico blink blankly.
No red eyes.
Nothing.
“…” Enrico’s pupils clenched violently, and the man subconsciously sat up straight, staring intently at the child in front of him.
“…” Gabriel rubbed his little nose and looked at him steadily.
It wasn’t an exact replica, because except for those eyes, the little guy didn’t resemble him one bit.
But he realized now that those eyebrows, nose, and lips didn’t look like him, they looked like someone else – Paige.
Exactly the same.
A shrunken version of Paige with gray pupils inherited from the Davis family.
“Who are you trying to infect with your red eyes and no glasses?” Enrico suddenly cursed, the words coming out with such force that his breathing became heavy.
Beneath the sharp crest of his brow, his eyes were nearly hideous.
“…”
Gabriel shrank her tiny shoulders at his fright and hastily grabbed her sunglasses from her kidnapper on the side, “Where’s my red eyes, what are you doing grabbing my sunglasses?”
“Red-eye?”
That kidnapper was studying his valuable sunglasses, sniffed and looked at the child in front of him suspiciously, thought about it or did not grab it again.
Gabriel put on his sunglasses, clapped his little hands and stood up.
Over there, Scarface had already gotten in touch with the presidential palace, pairing up to broadcast this video link to the nation, “President Rafael, it’s been half an hour, I wonder how you’re considering it? You claim to be doing it for the sake of A, for the sake of the people, but you’re hesitant to make the sacrifice, it seems you’re still greedy for power …”
What was said over there, Enrico could no longer hear a word.
He just looked out through the gap between the two kidnappers and stared dead at Gabriel, from top to bottom, not even a single strand of hair was spared.