111: Chapter 35: Give You 1.1 Million to Kill My Son!
111: Chapter 35: Give You 1.1 Million to Kill My Son!
“Ladies and gentlen, our next guest on the Not Holess Group is the first hostage to co on stage!”
As Cheng Daqi finished his introduction, a small boy of about twelve was pushed in front of the cara by Thor.
“No, no, Mister Kidnapper, that’s not right, he’s just a child, there’s no need to make him co on…”
Cheng Daqi had already identified the little boy, but he needed to educate the audience in front of their TV screens.
“He is a mber of the Dracula Family; his father has blood on his hands, it’s fitting that he should pay the price.”
Father Andrei responded firmly.
To this religious fanatic, there was no difference between a child and an adult.
Andrei believed that anyone with the surna Dracula was guilty.
“My na is Demon, Demon Dracula.
Dad, I’m here, please co and save !”
For Demon, the experiences of that day were surreal.
He was kidnapped, shut in a dark cabinet, and now he was in front of a cara being broadcast live.
All he wanted was to escape this horrifying place, so in front of the cara, he cried and called for his daddy.
To Demon Dracula, he had always been his father’s favorite child.
Running to daddy with any problem had beco an instinct rooted in his subconscious.
“Demon, you’ve heard what Mister Kidnapper said.
Seems like you have no choice but to talk about your tragic life as a mber of the Dracula Family.”
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Watching the child on the television constantly calling him ‘father’, old Dracula’s face was so grave it seed like it could drip water.
If the television allowed Demon to spill everything, then it was all over!
Indeed it was the truth.
Fakes are nice, but in front of the real deal, they quickly show their true colors.
He can’t be allowed to live!
“Bang!”
Joel Dracula furiously threw the teacup against the wall.
“The LAPD is useless, it’s been hours—no rescue, no kill; what’s the use of them?”
The subordinates of old Dracula were trembling with fear, not daring to speak.
On such matters, no one dared offer him advice.
Joel Dracula understood clearly that his live broadcast to dispel rumors had drawn ‘Demon’ out.
But now, there was another Demon Dracula appearing on the live broadcast.
Big trouble.
As an old captain who had navigated the Dracula Group through the treacherous waters of deceit and betrayal for decades, Joel Dracula had exceptional courage and a strong heart.
Seeing his subordinates bowing their heads, silent as quails, he snorted.
Better to rely on oneself than on others; it all ca down to handling matters personally.
“Tonks, I can offer you five million Dollars to have your n take down Red Street Library, and you know what I an by ‘take down’.”
No matter the cost, kill that damned son of mine!
“Mr.
Dracula, I still want to advance in politics.”
Not enough, he’ll have to up the price!
“Six million, not a cent more; I’ll pay your n as well.
I’ll give him five million, but he’s on a clock.
Starting now, every night without a result ans he loses two hundred thousand.”
Tonks did not reply, weighing whether the price offered by Dracula was fair.
“Answer quickly.
If you can’t handle it, I’ll find soone else.
Don’t want the job?
There are plenty who do!”
Thinking of the unfortunate Klauer, the SWAT commander who had suffered great losses on his first attack and whose future was now bleak, Tonks finally agreed.
“Mr.
Dracula, a pleasure doing business with you.”
“Get to it, and I an now, instantly, imdiately!
Understand?
Do you get ?”
Old Dracula truly felt weary at heart; almost nothing had gone smoothly that day.
I’m paying eleven million to have my own son killed imdiately.
Only in Arica could you witness such things.
The land of the free?
The ho of the brave?
No, it’s an Arica so fantastical, so unimaginably fantastical!
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In a corner where no one knew, a crazed father, no, he couldn’t be called a father.
A monstrous devil and a soul-selling policeman had colluded together.
But none of this had anything to do with Gru, he was a rising star within LAPD.
As an outstanding policeman, he was presenting the latest progress of the police to the reporters at a press conference.
“Unfortunately, our first attack failed, and many colleagues sacrificed themselves…”
The tough man in his forties choked up as though all those who died were officers from the Niangniang Temple precinct.
“They were LAPD’s finest officers, and they died at the hands of brutal kidnappers.”
A reporter raised a hand and asked a question.
“Mr.
Gru, with such a horrendous kidnapping case happening in Saint Rodu, who will be held responsible for this?”
Gru’s eyes shifted, feigning deafness to the question, and continued to mournfully cry over the graves.
“Those officers were our familiar comrades, yet they were killed by the kidnappers.
Several officers died in a single attack, causing many injuries.
It’s too terrible, really too terrible.”
His purpose in holding a press conference was simple: to establish the severe casualties of the police force and to subtly pin the bla on Klauer.
By having the dia broadcast the police’s heavy losses, he wanted to make the higher-ups hesitate to press him for another assault.
“Mr.
Gru, how long will it take you to take down the kidnappers?”
“That’s a good question.
As a LAPD officer, my colleagues and I are always ready.
The mont the leadership gives the order, we will launch an attack without hesitation!”
In the year 2018, when internet dia was on the rise, Gru’s move could be described as striking at the throat.
With the help of dia power, he was able to spread the content of the press conference to TV news and online platforms.
No need to attack: With the tragedy caused by Klauer before them, no one dared to easily order an attack.
Able to defend: Making it clear that they were ready to attack at any ti, only awaiting the leadership’s command.
This not only displayed a professional attitude but also blocked any possibilities of being blad by others.
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“Honey, there’s definitely a problem here, there’s definitely a big problem!”
Temir was a wealthy woman who enjoyed interacting with others on the internet, frequently engaged in social dia.
Since the live stream of the Red Street Library kidnapping began, she had been surfing intensively for six or seven hours.
Joel Dracula had clearly shown his son on cara during his live stream to rebut the rumors.
According to his rebuttal, the kidnappers had taken the wrong person; the child in the library wasn’t his son.
But now, a Demon appeared in the live stream, looking exactly like the child Dracula showed during his denial.
Temir wasn’t an ignorant fool; she was certain there was a big problem here.
“I’m also a bit confused.
If we go by what Joel Dracula said, the kidnappers didn’t get the right person; then why does the Demon in the kidnappers’ hands look so much like his son?”
The blonde woman gave her own reasoning.
“Could they be twins?
I think that’s the only explanation that makes sense.
But if they are twins, then old Dracula is inhuman, not caring about the life and death of his other son.”
“No!
They’re not twins; it has already been revealed, they could be clones.
This topic has reached the top of the hot list on social dia.
Oh my God, Dracula actually cloned his younger son.”
As a country girl from the remote state of Missouri, Temir found that the West Coast was indulging in so wild antics.
“How could it be clones, isn’t the law forbidding cloning technology to be applied to humans?”
Lisa was skeptical of Temir’s words and questioned her.
“The law?
When could the laws of Arica ever control the real big companies?
Do you think our OC perfus abide by the law?”
Lisa was at a loss for words; although their perfu company wasn’t very large, it still had over 300 employees.
As a dium-sized enterprise, they indeed had nurous violations of the law.
This was an inevitable problem when running a business; there was always so violation, and no one could escape it.
Following this logic, a gigantic biotech company with military cooperation that broke so laws regarding human cloning seed all too normal.
“But if one of them really is a clone, then that’s taking an enormous risk.
Moreover, which one is the clone?
The one kidnapped, or the one on the rebuttal press conference?”
Kidnapping case, live gunfire, executing hostages, organ transplants, human experintation, stealing dead soldiers’ organs, illegally cloning humans.
Lisa felt like a chipmunk in a lon patch.
The live stream of the kidnapping was simply too exciting; one massive scoop after another ca from the Dracula Family.
The blonde woman felt she wouldn’t be able to sleep tonight.
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