Chapter 1918

Kuala Lumpur.

Manor.

"I haven't called yet." Roche was walking back and forth in the living room.

Five hours.

It's been over ten minutes.

Suddenly.

"Didi!"

When the phone rang, Roche picked it up quickly. "Hello, I'm ready for the money." Unexpectedly, the opposite side was not the robber, but one of his men. "No, they went to sea."

"What?"

After a pause, roared Rosie.

"How could it be?"

Listen.

We found the car by the sea and it was abandoned. I guess the other side knew that the money was not easy to take, and it could not be spent in Malaysia, so they simply took master Vika out of the country

“。。。”

Roche was speechless.

Sure enough.

Five hours was prepared by the other side, which was a little strange. What was the way that the car left Kuala Lumpur safely and drove to the beach on the other side of the Malacca Strait.

"Are you sure Vika is on board?"

"Here."

No witnesses, no one is sure.

"Keep looking."

Roche subdued his anger.

"Yes."

"Pa!"

End communication.

Luo Xijia sacrifices another phone. The housekeeper picks it up silently, takes out the phone card, and changes it to a new one. "Maybe it's the kidnappers who are trying to distract us from the ship."

"Well."

Roche nodded, not ruling out the possibility.

But.

It can't be completely determined.

"Alas!"

A wry smile and a sigh.

Today.

It's just a hit.

。。。

At sea.

"Sudden!"!!! Suddenly! "

An old fishing boat.

He was sailing slowly, like an old man in the twilight, with mottled rust, disordered splints, sunken hull and intermittent engine sound, as if he would stop at any time.

On board.

In the cabin specially released for sea capture, Vica lies on his back, with a strong fishy smell. People's adaptability is strong. At the beginning, it was difficult to breathe, but now he has no feeling.

"Ah!"

"I'm Vica, and I have today."

Bow your head.

It's all seafood. An octopus keeps crawling on him.

"Coo!"

The stomach began to groan.

"Delicious."

"Delicious."

"Mmm, eat more."

At this time.

A voice from above made Vica hungrier. "Hello!" He shouted, "I'm hungry. Can I have something to eat?" Between words, most are requests, but dare not say requests.

Just kidding.

If these people knew that the hostage also had power, they would not put him in the cellar or release water to try to get him up with stupid buoyancy. And almost killed him.

Rats.

Snakes.

Take turns.

God.

Let's be honest.

"Hungry?"

There was a familiar face on it. Vica saw that he was shivering. Mad, he could think of using buoyancy to get him out of the hole in the cellar. He couldn't stir it up. "Brother, please, I'm so hungry."

"Well."

The man nodded.

"Well, it's not good for us to starve you."

Soon.

Vica saw his own dinner, which was tied to the fence with a rope. The pancakes hung down were rolled into a roll. As long as he opened his mouth, he could eat them. He looked at them helplessly.

No one.

They went back to hot pot.

"This shrimp is big."

"Squid is not bad, but the grouper is too small."

“。。。”

Vica looks down.

Me.

Vica.

Today is to survive, will eat such food, does not represent the loss of my dignity as a member of the Soto family, after some self comfort, Vica opened his mouth, a mouthful down.

"How sweet!"

Although hungry.

But still keep your head.

One side.

Otherwise.

When he finished eating, the rope could not be tied, and it would be awkward to fall to the ground. Eating the hanging food was Vica's bottom line. If he fell to the ground, he would not eat it anyway.

Yeah.

Never.

In a minute.

"Burp!"

Choking.

"Burp!"

"Burp!"

It took a while to stop. When he was full, Vica looked up, like a frog at the bottom of a well. The sky was just as big as a square, and it was still blocked by a fence. He could not escape.

Even up.

Even if he succeeds in seizing the ship, he won't drive! God knows where it's going now. It's Thailand to the north, but it's too far. The ship obviously can't hold on. So, there is only one goal.

---Indonesia.

It's just across the Malacca Strait.

Very close.

Thinking of this, Vica lost his mind for a while, tossing around at home and abroad. If he was not careful, he might die of tossing. Suddenly, he thought it was good to go to prison.

At least it's safe.

What about this?

A smart, a stupid robber.

It's scary.

If he could make a choice, he would rather go to the prison first. It's too dangerous outside. There are so many bad people and so many fools, "boom ~" the dark sky suddenly brightened.

The next moment.

"Whoop, whoop!"

Rain.

Pour down.

"No way." Look at the rain on your body, Vica's mouth.

Again.

The scene in the afternoon left a deep psychological shadow. The wind also gradually increased. In the sea, the fishing boat, like a sampan, was very weak in resistance and rocked.

"Wow!"

After a pile of fish, Vica slides to one side.

"Bang!"

There was a close contact between the arm and the cabin.

"Wow!"

The boat leans to the other side again. For a while, Viktor bumps into the West. He is beaten in the daytime, which makes it worse. But he is too sad to speak. Just when he thinks it is the limit.

"The ship is sinking!"

"Poof!"

Vica almost had to spit blood.

Hold the grass.

This is the difficulty of hell. Before you go out to sea, do you have no points in your mind? At least you need to check the weather forecast, check the condition of the ship, and rush out in such a hurry. Are you looking for death?

I...

"Bang!"

Above.

The fence was suddenly opened.

"Come up."

Vica was ecstatic and stood up, letting the man drag his expensive clothes and lift them up from the cabin. Once they got up, Vica's heart sank to the bottom of the valley again, and his eyes were frightened.

Only see.

The front half of the fishing boat has sunk.

The sea water has not passed the splint.

“。。。”

Waukee.

You still have spectrum. Vica doesn't feel killed by robbers, but by these people.

Lifeboats?

None.

There were only a few black tires, one of which was held by the captain, and the other was put on another robber. As for the one who pulled himself up, there was also one at the foot, which was life-saving equipment.

Next.

Under Vica's stare at the dog.

"You are free."

Finish.

With a knife cut the rope tied to Vica, then, grab the tire, a jump, "sorry, you can rest assured, even if you die, we will find a way to get money."

Vica is a fool.

It's a bit informative.

Rest assured?

Want money?

“。。。”

I'm a hostage. How can I be like an accomplice? I'm worried. No, now is not the time to think about this, but how to live in such a desperate situation.

Look left.

Look right.

There's nothing to float about.

Pit Dad!

Why not prepare four tires!