95: Chapter 23 You Still Need a Reality Check!
95: Chapter 23 You Still Need a Reality Check!
“Look, the comrcial finally ended, ABC is truly disgusting, Mi’er, have your dad buy it out.”
Lisa was truly frantic, Cheng Daqi had disappeared and might be in danger.
The ABC live broadcast was the only way to see what was happening inside the Red Street Library, but ABC had just played almost ten minutes of comrcials.
“Honey, I wish, but my dad’s just a country bumpkin who knows nothing but farming in Missouri, where would he get the money to buy a TV station?”
Temir was on his phone, contacting his connections in Saint Rodu to get information.
“That female reporter gives the vibe of a viper, don’t you think?”
Lisa, anxious, wanted to eat sothing; she was now stuffing herself with chips.
“Obviously, I don’t even think it’s necessary to discuss, look at her eyes, as if she wants to watch the kidnapper climax.
No, wait, why has the kidnapper taken off his mask?”
Halfway through his mockery, Temir noticed sothing was off.
The kidnapper’s mask was gone!
“The kidnapper must have said sothing just now, and that’s why ABC ran those long comrcials!
These dia are truly shaless!”
“Hey, look over there, in the corner.
Are those hostages?”
Lisa didn’t care what the kidnapper looked like or what he said; she was only worried about not being able to contact Cheng Daqi.
“It should be, they’re all bent over and you can’t see their faces.”
‘Dear viewers, we interrupt with a news flash, the chairman of the prominent biopharmaceutical corporation in Arica, Dracula Group, has been kidnapped!
It was done by the kidnapper who just appeared live on TV!’
Lisa and Temir both fell into silence!
They were entrepreneurs who had started a business together and knew all too well how influential the Dracula on the West Coast was as a biopharmaceutical giant!
The chairman of this industry super-company had actually been kidnapped!
anwhile, on the TV broadcast, a man who looked like a manager walked up behind the female host and whispered sothing.
‘Sorry, friends, the information provided by our source was incorrect, it wasn’t the Dracula chairman who was kidnapped, but his son.
But it’s almost the sa, he’s going to be the chairman in twenty years.’
Watching the splendid performance of his own employees, Robert Iger nodded in approval, revealing a contented smile.
Too bad, if what was said just now were true, that would have been so much better.
Both the elder and the younger being kidnapped, that would definitely be more interesting than the current situation.
“Robert, I’m worried about the trouble those people may cause you with what we’re doing.”
There’s never a lack of followers around a big shot, no matter the place, East or West.
Benny Donce, a disciple of Brzezinski, graduated from Wharton Business School, and had worked for Rand Corporation.
He was a quintessential top-tier think tank analyst, and as a friend, he was quite close to Robert Iger.
“Heh, no chance, the Democratic Party can’t do without us now, Dracula is still a fence-sitter.
Let alone him, even ten more Dracula families wouldn’t be a threat.”
Robert, unlike think tank analysts, was a pragmatist.
He knew all too well that in the eyes of the Democratic Party, his value far exceeded that of Dracula.
Moreover, the kidnapper’s words had already eliminated Dracula’s options.
Tis have changed, old Dracula.
Too bad you can’t see it and need reality to wake you up!
“Robert, what if he, without regard for the bigger picture, insists on saving his son?
After all, he has influence in the military,” Benny Donce didn’t understand where Robert’s calm was coming from.
It seed unnecessary to make an enemy; Dracula’s demands were not hard to et, so why make an additional enemy?
“You’re always hoping for reconciliation, to cooperate and earn Dollars together, but sotis, so people, you just can’t work with them.”
“Benny, you think this way only because you haven’t encountered any difficulties over the years, always had smooth sailing,”
Benny Donce took his friend’s words to heart and pondered in silence.
Robert Iger lit a cigarette and turned toward the television.
“Mr.
Kidnapper, now that you have revealed your face, may I conduct a brief interview with you?” the female reporter Ian extended the microphone toward the leader of the kidnappers.
“Of course, you can call Andrei.”
“Aren’t you worried about exposing your identity and affecting your family’s life?”
The female reporter’s voice was really gentle; she seed to forget that the man in front of her was a kidnapper, and instead, treated Andrei like a friend.
“Ha, that’s not an issue for .
I’ve already dedicated everything I have to God, and I guess people who know have already seen .
Friends, have no doubts, I am Father Andrei.”
Ian was silent!
A life dedicated to God, loving only God.
aning he had no family, and she was truly shaken by such a devotion from a believer.
Cheng Daqi was silent!
An Arican warrior priest!
A priest turned kidnapper, this kind of plot twist you wouldn’t dare to write even in a novel!
Everyone who heard this couldn’t help but express a sigh from the bottom of their hearts:
‘Fak!
How screwed up is this world to force a priest to beco a kidnapper!’
After hearing Andrei’s statent, the Disney boss and the actual controller of ABC, Robert, imdiately spoke up.
“Don’t play any more comrcials, Benny, contact other TV stations and newspapers; we can send their reporters in by helicopter!”
Robert Iger realized the magnitude of the situation and decided to take a risk, broadcasting live every image of the kidnappers!
But this had to be a joint venture, not a solo act—he needed a few other ‘partners’ to ‘cooperate’.
Benny Donce was a very sharp man and understood Robert’s intent imdiately, so he started making contacts right away.
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“We plan to send a negotiation expert at five-thirty to try again.
If the kidnappers still insist on their demands and can’t be bribed, then we’ll deliver them food.
It’s evening, and they must be getting hungry, going without food won’t do.”
Klauer was satisfied with his subordinate’s plan and asked.
“Which poison should we prepare?”
The question was so very Arican: no holds barred, yet no one objected.
However, his subordinate’s response was sowhat hesitant.
“Boss, if we poison them, the kidnappers might make the hostages eat first.”
“Of course, I know that.
But later, when we storm in, we can save the hostages first and then give them the antidote.”
Ruthless and inhuman, Klauer thought his plan was perfect.
“Emmm, boss, we’re just putting on a show, right?
Just to show Gru and that’s it.
Handling the crooks, that’s now the task for the Niangniang Temple precinct, the less we do, the fewer mistakes.”
Klauer nodded in agreent; he too was blinded by the latest shift in the situation.
News from his brother-in-law suggested that the financier’s son could die; he just wanted his SWAT elites to give it a shot.
But his subordinate had a point.
After all, his rank had already reached his brother-in-law’s limit; there was no need to take risks for glory.
His subordinate’s remark reminded him that while the financier’s son could die, if he actually died in a SWAT raid, the path forward wouldn’t be easy for him.
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