That afternoon, Muliland Street, Motel

Brian held the phone, but his tone was a little bad: "Kem, we agreed before, you will call me when you arrive."

"Well... Dad, I just forgot, huh..."

"Have you arrived at the place?"

"Yes, we've lived at Cynthia's house."

"How is the road?"

“Very great, great trip, just the taxi here are too expensive…”

"This is how France is. OK Kenm, is Cynthia's parents here? Let them answer the phone."

"Well……"

"It seems that I don't know anything. Can you say it now?"

"Dad, well... I'm sorry, Cynthia's parents have gone to Spain, but I swear, Amanda and I didn't know about this before we came. It was Cynthia who wanted to surprise us." Kenm's tone was a little stuttering.

"You mean you three little girls who have just grown up are alone in Paris? Kem, this is different from what we agreed before, Kem... Kem?"

There was no sound on the other end of the phone. Brian looked at the phone in confusion. The signal clearly showed that it was full, but he suddenly became nervous when he heard Kenm's voice over there: "Wait... Dad, someone broke in. Who are these people? Oh my God, they caught Amanda..."

Kenm let out a depressing exclaim.

"What? Kenm, what did you say? Who came in?" Bryan asked hurriedly.

"Oh dad, this is so scary...ah...they...they're also arresting Cynthia...ah...they're attacking Cynthia, oh my god...they took her away..."

Kenm's tone was already crying, and Brian's face was extremely solemn. His biological daughter was in danger, but he was powerless. He felt that he had to do something.

"Listen to Kenm, try to calm yourself down. Do you remember how I taught you... Take a deep breath... OK... That's it... Now I'll ask you a few questions."

While comforting her daughter quickly, Brian took out a recording device from her suitcase and connected it to her phone, and turned on the public playback.

"Well... OK Dad, I... I'm ready." Kenm's tone was still a little choked, but she held it back.

Brian asked concisely and quickly: "Did you meet anyone on the plane?"

"No."

“Where is the airport?”

"No, no, there is, Pete~~Pitt."

"Who is Pitt? Pitt?"

"I don't know..." Kenm's sob came again on the phone.

"American?"

"No."

"Does he know where you live?"

"Yes...yes, he took a taxi with us. Oh, dad, they are here, they are here to catch me, what should I do? I'm scared, dad, save me, I'm scared...Woooo~~~" Kenm's voice suddenly became high, obviously she was frightened.

"Don't be afraid, keep your focus and tell me, how many of them are?"

"Well, um~~, four...four, or five, I can't remember it."

"Where are you now?"

"bathroom."

"Look for the nearest bedroom, hide under the bed, and tell me after hiding."

"Okay dad."

Kenm immediately ran to the bedroom next door and got under the bed. His father was her only life-saving straw now. She knew that his father was an agent. Although she didn't know what he was doing, he was definitely not wrong.

"I'll hide my dad." Kenmu's voice came out of his phone.

"Okay, Kenm, my baby, don't be afraid. Remember my words...you will be caught by them in a while."

"Woooo~~~~" On the other end of the phone, Kenm's only hope was extinguished by his father and almost collapsed.

"Child, focus on listening to me. Next you have 5 seconds, or 10 seconds, and you have to do what I say. After hearing it clearly, you put the phone on the ground and say everything you see, and say the skin color, race, height, scars, and everything you can see loudly. Do you understand?"

"OK."

There was a whimpering answer from the other end of the phone, and there were footsteps getting closer and closer, and the footsteps were clear, and it was obvious that Kenm placed his phone on the ground as he said.

Then Brian heard the voices of several people talking. They were neither English nor French. Brian couldn't understand the other party's language. The people went into the house, looked around, and then seemed to go out again.

"Dad... they seem to have left, I~~~~~"

Kenme's hysterical scream suddenly came from the phone. Brian could imagine the despair and fear of Kenme when he was discovered, but he still kept a little calm and heard her shout: "Bearded... six feet high... There are tattoos of the moon and stars on his right hand... male..."

Kenm said loudly every feature she could see, accompanied by a noise, and it could be heard that it was very messy. Then it seemed like something hit the glass. Kenm's voice stopped abruptly, followed by the sound of heavy objects dragging on the ground, as if she had been dragged away by someone.

Brian listened quietly, and a hint of noise was made on the phone. Brian knew that the phone had been picked up. His eyes suddenly became sharp. He knew that the person who hurt his daughter was on the other end of the phone at this moment.

"I don't know who you are...

I don't know what you want to do...

If you want a ransom...

I can tell you clearly...I don't

But I have some special means…I learned over my long career…

And which methods are precisely the nightmare for you people...

If you let my daughter go now...

Then the matter ends here...

I just pretended that nothing had happened... but if I didn't let it go...

I will find you...

Then…I will kill you.”

Brian's words were not intense, and it was even a bit too calm for the father of a victim's daughter, but everyone could hear the strong confidence and determination in his words. Unfortunately, the person on the other side did not take it seriously.

“Good  Luck.”

The call ended after a burst of sarcasm and Brian put down his cell phone. Although it was still calm on the surface, there was flame burning in his eyes.

......

At the intersection of Luke Street, Irving was coming out of the convenience store with a steaming cup of coffee. He opened the car door and just got into the car and his cell phone rang.

Irving was in a hurry to put the coffee on the center console, looked at the electric meter, and a hint of confusion appeared in his eyes: "Mr. Mills, I was surprised that you would call him. Is there anything?"

The one who called Brian, his voice was a little different from when he saw him before, short and powerful, so he heard him ask, "Mr. Owen, I want to ask, do you have any enemies in your family or you?"

Irving was stunned. Intuitively, he felt that something bad must have happened.

"Why do you ask that?"

"Please answer me first."
Chapter completed!