“… “Gabriel was stared at uncomfortably, her small hands scratched her hair.
Finally, in the side of the kidnappers are aware that something is wrong, frequently look at Gabriel when, Enrico as before, lethargic lean back to the back of the chair, slowly lowered his head, long eyelashes convergence of all the control of the emotions that can not be controlled, was tied behind the back of the hands, because of struggling wrists were strangled out of the deep imprints, the chest rose and fell greatly.
Paige.
How dare you.
Enrico closed his eyes, teeth clenched, and when he opened them again, the bottom of his eyes were a blood-soaked red.
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The Capital.
The car drove down the highway at night, the lights whipping through the windows like shooting stars passing through the sky, too fast to catch.
Paige sat in the car, the sensational thirteen-hotel kidnapping being broadcast live on the seatbacks in front of her, the entirety of the Presidential House’s connection to the kidnapper, Scarface Mason, being broadcast.
Rafael stood in front of his desk with a serious face, his glasses were taken off and his eyes were extraordinarily cold, “Mason, you don’t have to do this kind of horrible act under the pretense of doing it for the country and for the people, Thomas messing up a presidential election like this is a disgrace to A. I advise you to turn yourselves in and surrender right away or else you’re just asking for death. ”
No matter what, Rafael had to explain to the people that this was something that Thomas had messed up, otherwise, the prestige of their side, would plummet in the hearts of the people.
“Rafael, I don’t know what you’re talking about, we just don’t want you to cut off the future of Country A, so we have no choice but to do this.”
Scarface’s entire face appeared in the camera, looking like a loyal and righteous man, “You’re saying all this just to whitewash your power-hungry ambitions, you don’t want to care about these hostages at all, do you? But you’d better take a look at who’s behind me.”
Saying that, Scarface slowly sidestepped his body.
The two bodyguards also stood away to the side, and Enrico, who was tied up in the center and sitting on a chair, appeared in the camera.
Not far away, a young boy wearing sunglasses weaved in and out of the middle of the kidnappers bouncing around, looking around in a daze.
“Pop!” Paige sat in her car, dropping the cell phone in her hand.
Nick was sitting next to her, talking on the phone nonstop, and when he heard the sound, he turned his head to see Paige’s face was white and bloodless.
He hung up the phone and looked at the screen in front of him, his breath caught in his throat, “Why is my brother-in-law at that hotel?”
“…”
Paige watched in silence, only to see Scarface threaten Rafael by disliking the gun to Enrico’s face and saying all sorts of nasty things.
Enrico’s body was covered in a lot of blood, even on the kid.
Suddenly, Paige withdrew her eyes from the live feed and asked Nick, “How’d it go?”
Her tone sounded calm, but her breathing had obviously been messed up.
“Sister Paige, are you alright?” Nick looked to her worriedly.
“I’m fine, say.” Paige bent down and picked up her cell phone, holding on for dear life.
The reality of the situation was not to be messed with; she had to handle it calmly.
“Thomas went to give a speech in one of the cities down there today but lost track of him after the speech, as did some of the higher ups in THE Reeves family, all lost track of them on their normal schedule, it seems to have been planned.” Nick said.
With thirteen hotels under control, the most direct way was to negotiate with the mastermind, but Thomas shrunk.
“As long as they haven’t left the country, they can still be checked.” Paige said.
“But the kidnappers’ side wants President Rafael to give a statement in an hour, and with only half an hour left now, I’m worried it’s too late.” Nick frowned.
“We have to check even if it’s too late.” Paige said as her phone vibrated and she opened it to two pictures from Kevin.
Two pieces of paper, one with Enrico’s handwriting obviously on it, and the other … drawing a bunch of blackened eggs.
Paige looked twice, her pupils shrunk, and immediately said, “Immediately notify the Presidential Palace and all the people in charge surrounding the hotel, there is a bomb inside the hotel, and we can’t rush hard to avoid the other side from going down with it.”
“What?” Nick froze, “All the terrorists have surrounded the hotel so tightly that they can’t see what’s going on inside, Sister Paige how did you know?”
“Enrico went in there on purpose.” Paige glanced at the live broadcast on the screen, a heart slightly relieved, at least now all the signs indicate that Enrico is not really missed and captured.
But what was he going to do? He was already tied up, what else could he do?
The camera showed Gabriel, still bouncing around, being kicked by the impatient bouncer next to him and falling to the ground.
Paige bites her lip and lowers her head.
Couldn’t look.
The border was too far away for her to look.
She had to focus on what she could do now, not let anything else sway her any further.
…
Presidential Palace.
Rafael walked away from his desk after speaking with Scarface for nearly ten minutes.
Carrie was sitting on a couch off to the side, keeping in touch with the outside world, when she glanced up to see Rafael walking out with tired steps and a grimace on his face.
Seeing this, Carrie brings up a cup of brewed coffee.
Rafael took it and sat down beside her, lowering his head he took a large sip, “Did Thomas find it?”
There was no point in talking to these terrorists, and he could only stall for time, the most important thing was to find Thomas and the Reeves family who could take charge of things before real negotiations could take place.
Looking at the fatigue between his brows, Carrie shook her head, “Why don’t we just turn off the live broadcast, or the impact will be too bad.”
As long as he didn’t announce that he was stepping down, the kidnappers would surely still have to press for more in a row.
“It’s not that the kidnappers won’t turn off the live feed now, it’s that we can’t on our end.”
Rafael looked at her sideways, his face deep, “The bad influence is already there, the only way for everyone to continue to believe in the Presidency is to win this battle beautifully in front of the whole country.”
When she finished speaking, Rafael drank all of the coffee in his cup and set it down, the man leaned back and pinched his brow.
“You are tired?” Carrie understood, somewhat now, Rafael’s earlier words.
Not just anyone could do it, this president who seemed to many to be nothing more than a puppet.
In just a few minutes of conversation, Rafael had demonstrated the ultimate skill in speaking, showing the majesty and uncompromising nature of the presidency without irritating the kidnappers, but the consequences of a single wrong word were unimaginable.
There was nothing easy about this job.
“Uh-huh.” Rafael responded in a low tone, tilting his head back and closing his eyes.
Suddenly, there was a cool softness on his temple, delicate to the touch.
Rafael opened his eyes.
Carrie stood behind the sofa, her hands pressed on his temples on both sides and gently rubbed them, seeing him look, she explained, “I acted in a massage profession before, and learned a little after my teacher, so I’ll press it for you, it can relieve your fatigue.”
Rafael looked at her twice, her head lowered against the light, not much expression could be seen.
He closed his eyes again, not refusing her services, his voice low, “Even if you’re not a real couple, you don’t have to use honorifics with me all the time, I’m not that scary, am I?”