Cluttered inside the room.

After a period of torture, the bearded man became out of breath.

Hank, too, was beaten with a blue nose and swollen face.

There were dots of blood on the ground, and the whole person was breathing rapidly, and a wisp of blood flowed from the corner of his mouth.

Still, the two men didn't ask for the password.

"Fake."

The bearded man threw the crowbar in his hand to the side and fell to the ground with a crisp sound.

He stared at Hank, his beard shaking:

"I don't believe it, you really have such a tough guy, I want to see how hard your mouth can be."

Turning his head, he looked at Marx with a beard.

The latter understood, and walked briskly outside, and soon, there was a commotion, and an office chair was dragged in by him, and Oliver sat on it.

Her hands were tied to death.

The mouth was also sealed with duct tape, and only a burst of muffled sounds could be made.

Oliver looked at Hank with an apologetic look in his eyes that was horrified.

Tears kept flowing.

"It's your son's child, isn't it?" The beard stroked Oliver's round belly a few times, looked at Hank and smirked, "I want to see you make a choice." ”

"Money is important, or children are important."

Hank was just breathing heavily, his eyes fixed on his beard.

If he had a gun in his hand, he would empty the magazine in two seconds.

"Hmm."

Seeing Hank's appearance, Bearded nodded and said, "It seems that money is more important." ”

He turned, rummaging through the room like a mad-haired beast, and soon found a plastic bag, which, without hesitation, was slipped directly onto Oliver's head.

This move made his accomplice Marx swallow his saliva too.

"Duct tape."

The bearded stared at Marx and shouted.

"Got it." Marx nodded and hurried outside.

Soon he took back a roll of gray tape, handed it to the bearded man, and looked at what was going to happen with a hint of excitement.

"Sting."

The tape was torn open by his beard and rubbed against Oliver's neck.

In her desperate struggle, she wrapped around it, sealing the plastic bag and keeping the air out, trying to suffocate her.

The movements and demeanors of these people don't look like fake.

There is a high probability that Hank can confirm that they are not acting, but really trying to kill Oliver.

"A minute."

After wrapping Oliver tightly around his beard, he looked at Hank and smiled, "One minute at most, I won't force you to ask you, just let's wait slowly." ”

"Time is beating, tough guy."

Looking at Oliver's sharply undulating chest and writhing belly, Hank couldn't hold on any longer.

The grandson inside is more important than his life.

"Don't be nervous."

Hank finally spoke, and said to Oliver hurriedly, "Slow down your breathing." ”

"Let go."

He stared at his beard and roared, "I'll tell you the password." ”

"Impossible." The bearded face grinned smugly, and he smiled comfortably: "You know the rules, let's talk about the password first." ”

In desperation, Hank quickly told the password.

Getting the code, the two men rushed to the safe, opened it in a few seconds, and shouted excitedly when they saw the banknotes stacked inside.

Although it was not as large as expected, there were three or four hundred thousand.

This money, they will not be able to earn in their lifetime.

The beard immediately shook off the bag on his body and threw the money inside, and Marx also plundered excitedly, not even letting go of a wallet in the safe.

"Let go."

Hank struggled hard and yelled at the two men, "She can't breathe, you two bastards." ”

His words, but the two robbers turned a deaf ear.

The two guys were so excited that they were emptying the contents as fast as they could.

When the bag was filled, the two were finally satisfied.

The beard looked at Oliver as he breathed heavily, the corners of his mouth curled up, and he slowly retreated step by step towards the door of the room, while looking at Hank with a mocking gaze.

The figures of the two disappeared at the door.

"Bastard."

Hank struggled desperately, and the heater was rattled: "Come back, let her go." ”

"Chicago Police."

At this moment, a shout rang out in the distance.

"Here."

Hank heard Ethan's voice and roared excitedly, "Come on, come on!! ”

"Bang."

There was a loud bang.

Ethan hurried to the porch and saw four points of light on the radar, and as he shouted, he flew up and slammed on the door lock.

The door frame is torn apart, and the lock is flying.

With the two people behind him, he raised his pistol and went straight in.

The back door, also broken open by Antonio.

There are two points of light, which quickly move to the side and quickly rush out of the radar range.

"Help."

He was just about to chase after him when he heard Hank's roar.

There was no choice but to point in the direction of Antonio, and his body moved quickly, throwing the others away and running towards Hank's location.

In a small room, Hank was tied to the floor.

Not far from him, a woman sat hunched on a chair with a plastic bag over her head.

"Quick, quick."

When Hank saw Ethan appear, he hurriedly shouted, "Hurry up and save someone." ”

Grab the plastic bag and tear it open.

Oliver, whose head was covered, was covered in sweat and almost fell into a coma, in extremely poor condition.

Despite the fresh air, she breathed only faintly.

Ethan hurriedly slapped her face again and pinched her in the middle of the person, whether it was useful or not, it was also a way.

"Sss

After tossing and turning for a few seconds, Oliver finally regained his strength and took a deep breath.

Tears kept pouring out, and my snort was unusually rapid.

"Save Hank."

Looking at Erin and Olinsky as they rushed into the room, Ethan spoke hurriedly, then tore the tape that was tightly sealed to Oliver's mouth, and wow, the bubble noodle woman cried in horror.

Crying twice, then stopping to gasp for breath, and then continuing to cry.

The whole person fell into a state of extreme collapse.

In a few seconds at night, she would really be suffocated to death, and her eyes full of tears were filled with endless panic.

Thanks to the efforts of Erin and Olinski, Hank quickly broke free.

He staggered to his feet and sat down on the radiator with his ribs clutched, just gasping softly, Erin pulled out a tissue and helped him wipe the blood from the corner of his mouth in distress.

Ethan's movements didn't stop, untying Oliver's hands.

"Are you alright?"

He turned to look at Hank.

"It's fine."

Hank shook his head slowly, his face pale.

Unexpectedly, I planted such a big heel, and there was a sharp pain on my body.

"You need to go to the hospital."

Erin lifted Hank's shirt open, saw the bruises on it, and hurriedly said, "I'm going to go right away." ”

"I said it."

Hank's hoarse voice rang out, "I'm fine. ”

(End of chapter)