"But I didn't see Kai Yongan." Mr. Xu interjected and said that the leader he had seen so far was quite kind, and he mustered up some courage: "I didn't see her—I want to see her," he turned his head to find Kai Shengguo, who had been pulled to the door, "and ......"

"And?"

"We'll do what you ask, but I want the people here, I mean, the people you're holding hostage, to be treated better, and if you have to lock them up, at least food, water, and something to keep out the cold—"

The leader raised a hand to Lao Xu, a "forbidden" gesture, and Lao Xu hesitated and closed his mouth - the leader turned back and shouted in a low voice, maybe Tom, maybe Thomas. The thug who was sitting in the corner of the house, boredly playing with a toy dolphin, stood up, he bent down to listen to the leader's commands, and then walked towards Lao Xu, until he was still a step or two away, he was not tall, and Lao Xu could basically face each other, but his arms could hang down to his knees like a gibbon. Lao Xu saw half an ugly and fat face, fat piled on top of the mask and under the dark hair that was yellow at the end, his forehead was covered with wrinkles made of fat, so deep that he could fit a third of his little finger, and the rat's eyes, which were so muddy that he could not make out the color of his iris, squinted viciously.

Without warning, he swung his forearm briefly, and the fist wrapped in gauze slammed into Lao Xu's face.

Lao Xu let out a dull cry, he shrugged his shoulders, held his face with both hands, and fell to his knees as if he were worshipping a Buddha statue—crimson blood pouring from his fingers and dripping onto the dark bluestone floor.

The thug let out a roar of triumph from behind the mask, and he nodded to the leader and turned to Kaishengguo.

The thug behind Kai Shengguo grabbed the old man's shoulder, and the abuser could beat him calmly, and the heavy fists landed on the old man's face, shoulders, chest, and stomach, and the sound was so loud that even the wind outside the house could not hide the sound of the wind that was gradually becoming more and more terrible.

He punched, and punched, and punched again—the corners of Kai Shengguo's eyes, nose, and lips were all broken and bleeding, and a large piece of his forehead and cheekbones were bruised, and his body was covered by clothes, and he couldn't see it, but every blow was real, Kai Shengguo groaned in pain, he bent down to vomit, his whole body trembled, the muscles in his face twitched constantly, his legs could no longer support his weight, and he was completely supported by the two abusive guys behind him.

"Stop, stop." Seeing this, Lao Xu was frightened, and he exclaimed indistinctly, a tooth falling out of his bloody mouth: "What do you want to do?" ”

The leader raised his hand a second time, the brutality stopped, Kai Shengguo was already paralyzed, and the two thugs held his arm, and his gray head staggered to the floor. The obese abuser stood nearby, rubbing his hands together and looking at and sniffing the blood on the gauze.

"I just suddenly discovered a mistake," said the chief, "just correct it—Mr. Xu," he leaned over in his seat and turned to the old man who was still kneeling on the ground, "Remember, Mr. Xu, this is not a deal, or a sale. It's an order, and we command you, and you must take the order and do it as soon as possible, or we will kill all the hostages here - no delay, no tolerance, no bargaining. When the time comes, we will kill, if the number is not right, we will kill if the type is not good, those volunteer officers - if they are caught or spied on we will do it, we are not afraid to kill humans, just like humans are not afraid to kill sharks or pangolins, we can say it, do it, just a warning, or a demonstration - I have seen Chinese movies, they often cut off the fingers of hostages to show their determination, how about it? Do we need to chop off Kai Shengguo's fingers? Or gouge out an eye? Oh, you're shaking your head, so, well, let's just go back like that, remember, we don't accept negotiations, whatever it is. ”

The blood stained Kai Shengguo's eyes, and everything the councillor saw had red shadows, and Lao Xu was dragged out, and he was lifted up by two thugs, allowing him to barely stand on his feet.

"What about my daughter?" He said hoarsely, "Kai Yongle, what about Kemira?" Tell her to come out to me. ”

The leader looked at him and seemed a little surprised: "I thought you had understood, you don't have any power here. ”

"She's your accomplice, isn't she?" Kai Shengguo shouted angrily: "It's her, you can get such detailed information!" And my whereabouts! ”

His attitude caused the displeasure of the mob, and two people (not counting the perpetrator just now) stood up, and they walked towards Kaishengguo, but the leader waved his hand and stopped them.

"If I say yes, what are you going to do?" The leader let out a slight laugh: "She willingly. She's a criminal, just like us. ”

The pain is gone, more precisely, it is masked by something more important. There was a look of despair in the old man's eyes, perhaps the answer he had hoped for was very different, but he finally did not let his true emotions come to his muscles and skin, he remained calm, his lips and brow stubbornly drawn in a straight line.

"Sherenos. Somitri? Relying on the sensitivity and swiftness that a politician must have, he quickly came up with a name, "An abettor, an abductor!" "The first Chinese-American councillor in the nearly 200-year history of New York City is like a wounded old lion who let out a final roar: "Where is he?" Where's my daughter? ”

"Your daughter belongs to EALF. She was an adult, brave and clear-headed, she knew exactly what she was doing, and she was willing to suffer the consequences. The leader made an abrupt gesture as he pulled down his hood, "As for Herenos. Somitri? He's right in front of you. ”

The leader's face was revealed in the golden light, it was a young, Caucasian man's face, light hair, wide nose, and rounded facial contours that made him look a little boyish - Kai Shengguo blinked as hard as he could, trying to get rid of the red shadow that permeated the whole eye, he wanted to see clearly, Sherenos. Sometre and he only met for a short time, just as many Westerners have difficulty distinguishing the faces of Orientals, and Orientals sometimes have a hard time figuring out the face in front of them should be matched with the name, Kai Shengguo only remembered that the reckless and rude young man had pale linen hair, blue eyes, and white skin, but did he really look like this?

Those blue eyes shone with a chilling light. The pale skin permeated with yin energy, like a ghost floating over the cemetery in the middle of the night.

***

Keshengguo was thrown back into the cellar, and the door was closed almost as soon as it opened, and Striff looked up slightly, and a strong wind blew past his ears.

Mr. Councillor was lying on the ground, facing the damp concrete floor, and the workers hurriedly helped him up, and when they saw the horrific face, they couldn't help but look worried and nervous, and one of them even cursed the abuser in his native language in a low voice, which was immediately stopped by the other. The other two men had their boss lie down and lay down on the blankets as gently and delicately as babies - because it was so sudden and terrible that they almost forgot that they had blankets stocked up as one of the insulation measures (these cheap blankets were made of synthetic fibers, covering the box so that the cold air wouldn't escape too quickly when the ice was running low), it was Streiff who discovered them - and now they could use them to keep warm.

Steff, who had been standing in the corner of the wall, holding his elbows and silent, walked over, knelt down beside the councillor, and gave him a brief examination by the dim light, the old man was in a bad condition, his face was swollen, his chin was as black as mud, more than one tooth was crumbling, his chest and back were swollen and hot, the middle finger of his right hand and the index finger of his left hand were broken, his hip bone may have been dislocated, Kai Shengguo could not lift his left leg, fortunately all the ribs had withstood the test, they might have some cracks, But it didn't break.

There were ice cubes in the eel's storage box, and the workers took out the ice as Streiff had instructed and applied it to the area where Kai Shengguo was injured. But Kaishengguo's body temperature was dropping, and they had to take the ice away.

There was a deafening sound from outside, as if a dozen giants were carrying siege logs made of towering trees against the sturdy metal door, and the whole cellar trembled with the sound.

"What...... What was that? Kai Shengguo asked intermittently and hopefully, "Yes...... People are coming? ”

One of the workers tilted his head slightly and listened carefully: "No, Mr. Kay," he said, "it's the wind." He listened again: "The wind is getting stronger, Mr. Kay, a hurricane is coming." ”

(To be continued)