Carrie let out a light laugh and said frankly and directly, “It’s not a matter of being scary, there’s something special about a working relationship like ours that necessitates a clear distinction between public and private.”
She drew the line even more clearly than he did.
Not having to worry about it saved him a lot of trouble.
It was a good thing.
Rafael thought darkly with his eyes closed.
Carrie rubbed and held it down for him and asked, “President, if you don’t find Thomas on Sister Paige’s end, you …”
“You’re wondering if I’ll compromise for those hostages? Would I even care about Enrico for this position of power.” Rafael understood what she meant.
“…”
Carrie was speechless as she was guessed.
In fact, she understood that as the president of a country, if he compromised for a group of terrorists, it would be an image damage to him, and to the whole country as usual.
But she still wanted to know what he thought.
Rafael opened his eyes and looked straight down into hers, “What do you think I would do?”
“I don’t know.”
“Of course you don’t know.”
She didn’t know him.
Rafael lifted his hand and pushed her hand away.
Carrie looked at him quizzically.
“Since public and private are separate, this is also significantly redundant, and it’s better not to do this if you have a boyfriend.” He said lightly, his tone having little rise or fall.
“Okay.” Carrie responded without any hesitation, and seeing that Rafael had no intention of talking about this, she turned to her contacts to discuss this kidnapping.
“…”
How very understanding.
Rafael pressed his brow and just rested back against the couch in a false sleep, not speaking again.
…
This night on the southern border was destined to be sleepless.
The large hotel stood beneath the night, Kevin’s voice carried through the strong amplified speakers.
“Gentlemen, so much time has passed, I think you must be very tired, why don’t we send some food and drinks in, how about it?”
This voice fell into the ears of the group of terrorists, and they just pretended that they didn’t hear it.
They were controlling a hotel, so they were still afraid of running out of food and drink? It was just that there were good places to sleep if they wanted to.
The camera of the live broadcast was aimed at Enrico and the group of hostages behind him.
“Fifteen minutes to go, and if Rafael doesn’t announce he’s stepping down in fifteen minutes, I’ll start killing hostages.”
Scarface finished speaking to the live camera, turned to the side, and with his two accomplices, began to discuss the next step in the arrangement.
The path before them was obvious.
Rafael announces he’s stepping down, and everyone is happy.
No announcement, they start killing hostages, the police start a strong attack, and they choose to die together, dying so that the re-election of the President and the rebuilding of the slums can’t be done.
“Boss, now that we have Enrico in our hands, we have a good chance of winning, maybe we should think about how we’re going to retreat.”
One of the associates said.
The rest thought deeply, since Enrico appeared, they all relaxed a lot.
Over here the kidnappers were discussing the situation.
Enrico was sitting in a chair, eyes downcast, Gabriel’s voice in his ear from time to time.
“Uncle, what do you mean by terrorist?” Gabriel held a small face as he chatted with his kidnapper.
The kidnapper looked at him impatiently, “Get out of here, get out of here.”
“Uncle, don’t be so mean, I’m a little kid, we say at the border that seeing a little kid’s smile is good luck.”
Saying that, Gabriel tilted his head up and flashed him a big, sweet invincible smile, “I wish you good luck with your heart, uncle, hehehe.”
In this line of work, they dared to die, but it was impossible to talk about being at home with death.
Hearing this, the kidnapper was suddenly provoked to that superstitious idea, holding the gun and squatting down to look at him, “Then you smile at me again.”
“Uncle, all the best, you’ll make lots and lots of money! Let me hug you again!”
With that, Gabriel stepped forward and hugged the kidnapper, his little hands feeling back and forth on his body, and when he touched his pocket, he asked with an innocent face, “Uncle, is there candy in your pocket? Can you give me some?”
“No, I only have cigarettes.” The kidnapper said.
As soon as Gabriel did, he felt into his pocket, and sure enough, he pulled out a pack of cigarettes.
Seeing this, the kidnapper immediately became furious and slapped Gabriel to the ground, “You dare to dig into my pocket! Looking for death?”
Gabriel fell to the ground once again, his head and arms hurt, his hair was all messed up, but his mouth was still smiling foolishly, “Hey, uncle don’t be angry, I just want to see, do you have any candy?”
“Get lost! If you dare to touch me again, I’ll shoot you!” The kidnapper glared at him fiercely, stood up and put the cigarette back into his pocket.
Enrico took in the scene as best he could.
Gabriel had touched several kidnappers and had fallen over and over again.
He slowly turned his eyes, only to see Gabriel getting up from the ground, rubbing his arm, his little face scrunched up into a bun from the pain, and his forehead cracked and bloodied against a few short strands of hair.
The whole body was permeated with a pitiful look.
“…” Enrico sat there, his face sinking little by little.
Suddenly, when no one was looking, Gabriel quickly met Enrico’s eyes and gave an OK sign with his short hand.
He’s finished checking out another kidnapper, and this one doesn’t have anything but a gun on him.
Hey, he’s got a kid doing this kind of thing.
It was so hard to let a kid like him do this kind of thing.
He’s never been beaten like this before, it hurts.
But seeing as he was trying so hard, Daddy shouldn’t be like Olivia and want him to take early morning classes, right?
Finishing his silent report, Gabriel turned around and ran over to a crate of drinks, pouting and pushing his way towards the pile of kidnappers, “Uncle, are you thirsty for a drink?”
“…”
Enrico kept his eyes on his tiny figure, his hands tied behind him harder, almost straining against the leather buckles, his wrists covered in worn blood.
He regretted it.
He shouldn’t have brought the man down.
But Gabriel couldn’t notice the drastic change in Enrico’s mood in the short time he was here, and continued to work hard.
“Uncle, have a drink!”
He picked up a big heavy bottle of drink and tiptoed to deliver it.
The kidnapper had little patience for kicking him away, looking at the kid in front of him, rolling all the way like a panda.
Gabriel could not care about the pain, nimbly climbed up again, picked up the drink and rushed to them straight music, “uncles, drink.”
Seeing the situation, the stout kidnappers like a point of laughter, laughing very hard, “You see him that way, with a little fool like, brain will not have problems, right?”
The next few saw this also laughed, really quite like a little fool.
“Come on, uncle reward you with a drink!” The kidnapper took the big bottle of drink from Gabriel’s hand, unscrewed it, and poured it down on the little head.
The cold juice poured down from the head, Gabriel shivered from the cold and stood there holding his head, not hiding, letting it pour.
The shirt on her body was dyed a different color, wet against her tiny body.
“…”
Enrico turned his face sideways, seemingly looking down at something on the ground, while his afterglow registered everything.
Beneath his long lashes, a flash of fishy red murderous intent swept across his eyes.