Chapter 1914

Roche's estate.

Now.

The next people are all frightened, because the living room continues to roar, if this is angry, absolutely can't bear to go, deduct wages? Cut, angry people, not so rational.

Be beaten.

Hit.

Head broken and blood flow are light.

Living room.

"Waste."

"Look."

"Activate your people, one effective clue is 10000 dollars, and the first prize is one million dollars." This money, for the Luo family, is drizzled, but it's what others want.

“。。。”

Roche kept on calling. All the roads in and out of the city were checked by cards. Of course, this was not all Roche's strength. People ran away, and the Malaysian Police Department was very concerned.

Just.

More than an hour, no useful information.

The more you think about it, the more angry you are.

"Gollum!"

Pour down a cup of tea.

Think about it.

Who else can help? Intelligence organizations? Don't be kidding. This kind of emergency, even the underground organization specialized in trading intelligence, has no time to collect intelligence at all.

Depressed.

Heart plug.

It's too hard to feel out of control.

Suddenly.

The phone rings.

Take a look.

Strange number, at this critical moment, Roche can pick up and pick up whoever is calling.

"Hello?"

"You are the... Whose family? "

“？？？”

Rossi was stunned, what do you mean, whose family is it? Suddenly, he realized that this phone call is not ordinary. "Who are you? Do you know where my son is? What are you going to do? "

Listen.

Laughter came from the opposite side.

"Ha ha, it seems to be the right fight."

Next.

"I'm glad to inform you now that your son is OK, but listen to him that you have a lot of money, so we ask for money. As long as we give money, your son will be safe."

"I'll give it."

Roche said quickly.

"How much?"

"How much?"

There was a pause, as if thinking.

"Three.. Five. A million Ringgits, yes, a million. "

As soon as I say that.

Living room.

Roche was stunned. Ringgit, Malaysian currency, according to the current exchange rate, one million ringgit, nearly two million yuan, if converted into US dollars, only 30 million yuan.

“。。。”

It's also...

Just now.

I also offered a million dollars reward to Vica. Now, the kidnapper wants 300000 dollars. Although it's better to be less, Roche always feels it's his son's fault.. What a good deal.

It's not.

They don't know who they are?

"Are you sure?"

Take a deep breath, Rosie asked. In order not to stimulate the robbers, he still didn't report to his family and show off. Otherwise, if the robbers knew it was the suto family, they thought they were dead.

The dog jumped the wall.

Tear up the ticket.

That way.

But I really dazzled my son to death.

"Less?"

"A little more."

Roche said quickly.

"I don't care, it's only a million yuan, not a minute less. I'll give you two hours to prepare. When I'm two hours old, I'll call again. Don't play any tricks, or your son's life."

"Yes, I promise." Roche pretended to be reluctant.

How do I know that my son is in your hands This needs to be asked clearly. Otherwise, if you are cheated, you will lose your face. When you go home, you will definitely be chased by the old man with a cane.

That picture.

It's sour.

"He told me your phone number."

Finish.

"Doodle!"

The phone is dead.

"Pa!"

A pat on the head.

Roche regretted, knew, let people monitor and track each other. Moreover, the reason given by the other party is not sufficient. Although the number is your own private number, you can know a lot.

Forget it.

First letter.

One million.

Two hours.

“。。。”

Roche felt something... Despise. Two hours, 100 million I can give you the whole out, especially, you even as long as a million, i.. Roche felt that he was not cheap.

Yeah.

Maybe.

It's a disease.

To be cured.

In a few minutes.

Roche took a million cash out of her safe and threw it on the sofa. It's no more difficult than drinking water. Then he called a group of monitoring experts and prepared them.

Check the number.

Unfortunately.

It's a roadside phone booth. I must have left early. And the surveillance in the Malaysian capital is not enough. Only 5% of the phone booths can be photographed, which is very difficult to find.

At the same time.

A team of people were arranged out,.

Next location.

Hurry up and catch up. As for the police, Roche didn't inform them. These kidnappers are very angry. If they are caught, they must learn to be awed.

Wait.

Two hours.

It's hard.

。。。

Cellar.

"Whoo! "Huh!"

Lying on the ground, Vica gasped for breath. He only had his hands tied and his feet could move freely. Depending on his skills, he quickly pulled out the pillow napkin. The process was not complicated.

First, take off your shoes.

Step two, take off your socks.

In the third part, head up and put your toes in the pillowcase.

One pull.

That's it.

"Suck! "Huh!"

The feeling of free breathing is so good. Vica never thought it would be so happy to breathe with his mouth. Looking at the thin sunshine at the seal, Vica dared not shout.

Afraid!

If the robber is on it, it's necessary to beat him. Maybe... Looking at the socks on the ground, Vica is full of energy. If it is put into his mouth, he will be disgusted all his life.

Forget it.

Don't take risks. You can't lose the happiness you've achieved.

Just then.

"Jiji!"

The sound beside him startled Vica.

"Mouse."

Vica quickly shut up, did not dare to cry out, the psychological shadow inspired by socks is still there, watching the big mouse, followed by a group of small mice from around.

Calm down.

Calm down.

It's just a mouse.

Oh!

It's just a mouse.

Vica keeps comforting herself.

The mouse doesn't bite, but how can the mouse make a hole in such a deep pit? Does the food on the ground smell bad? Come on, rats can make holes. What's so strange.

I endure.

I hide.

I don't think I can see it. Just, brother mouse, no, the mouse family. Can you stop circling around the cellar? I'm afraid you're lost. If you get into your pants.

"My God!"

I can't think.

Next.

Ten minutes.

...

twenty minutes.

...

half an hour.

Vica stood in the middle of the cellar, not daring to relax or sit down. He forced himself to think about the memories of playing with his friends before, so as to avoid falling into the worst speculation about reality.

Think about it.

If no one comes to save him all the time.

So.

These mice.. And him. It's the relationship between eating and being eaten. It's too profound and scary. Vica felt that he was nervous. "Ha ha, I'm ok. I don't want to eat mice."

At this point.

Now.

Vica is very nostalgic for the past. Even if there are no beauties, no sports cars, no villas, no private airplanes, they live in a light way... A life of money.

He was content.