England 1986

Chapter 161 Are You Desperate?

Hall screamed and looked at several strong men who entered the factory one after another.

He is now hung up with his hands tied, and the pain in his calf makes him unable to concentrate. He can only tilt his head and watch his wife and children being hung not far from him in the same way.

At this moment
The little white man who had come to invite him to give a speech in Côte d'Ivoire with a friendly face was holding something that looked like a Walkman, pressed the button, and put it next to him.

There was no sound coming from the Walkman, and Hall suddenly realized that it was the other party recording.

What kind of person is it that you want to trouble him?

Such a group of people, making up reasons back and forth, spent more than half a month to bring him here?
"Mr. Hall, may I ask you a few questions?"

The lead burly white man finally came in, holding a bundle of newspapers in his hand, still with that gentle smile, but at this moment Hall didn't care about his smile anymore.

On the contrary, seeing his smile made Hall tremble slightly. This person has maintained this kind of unwavering smile from the beginning to the end, and his smile makes him feel very charming!
"Don't hurt my family, I'll give you money!"

"Ha ha."

Seeing Hall, the burly man faltered for a moment, laughed twice, walked slowly to Hall, put the newspaper under his arm, reached out his hand to dig on Hall, and found the one with a $[-] check. envelope.

Opening and checking the check in the envelope, the strong man heaved a sigh of relief. The check was real, but it was not for Hall, but for their reward.

He is Alan's bodyguard. Due to his good performance, last time Alan went to Italy, he was in the theater and helped Alan hold blankets to cover the windows in the private room.

This time I followed Carl to the United States, the first was to have a holiday and go there to have fun, and the second was to help Carl train his "employees" by the way.

And after these employees are trained, they must test the training results.

How to check?
Actual combat!

Let's start with the most conspicuous Hall.

Every step they take has been rehearsed in strict accordance with the words and movements they have trained in advance.

After every contact with Hall, I have to make a summary when I go back, discuss the psychological state of the target, and then make notes for everyone to refer to and learn from each other.

Now that the target has finally been hooked up to Côte d'Ivoire, the task is half done!

Even the location of the crime was carefully selected by strong white men.

Côte d'Ivoire used to be a French colony, which was convenient for them to plant, and now the province of Aboiso is close to the border, next to Ghana.

Where is Ghana?
This is a country of the Commonwealth of Nations, a former British colony, and they are now only half an hour's drive away from the border!

It is convenient for them to retreat after finishing their work.

And the one hundred thousand dollars was what Allen gave them before leaving, and it was the reward for this work!
Now it is used as a bait by a strong white man. If anyone can be deceived, no one will withstand the temptation of [-] dollars, right?

"I don't want your money, you first answer my question honestly."

"Ask! You ask!"

Hall's voice was hoarse, and the bones on his calf should have been kicked and broken. This kind of pain can't be felt with his hands.
"cough"

The burly white man picked up the newspaper under his arm and started reading from the first one.

"December 1987, 12, the news under the sub-board of this newspaper, the headline is... Did you write it?"

Looking at the newspaper brought out by the strong white man, Hall shrank his pupils and said timidly, "Yes."

"very good!"

The strong man put down the newspaper, took out the next one and said, "December 1987, 12. Did you write this?"

"Yes!"

"Did you write this?"

"Yes!"

"Did you write this with someone looking for a relationship?"

"Yes"

Every time he took out a newspaper, Hall looked at it and answered yes.

There are a total of nine newspapers, all related to him, or written directly by him, about accusing the earl.

Hall had realized why the gang had come.

"Very good! I thought you would deny it, but I didn't expect you to be so cooperative!"

The brawny man put down the last newspaper, and since they were all matched, it proved that he had not arrested the wrong person.

This is the rigor unique to the British. Even though more than half a month has been wasted on this product, he finally confirmed it himself!
"Can I ask you a personal question?"

The brawny man didn't expect the questioning to go so smoothly this time, and the other party admitted everything before he even made a move, which actually made him a little curious.

"???"

Hall moved his dry lips, a little confused about what was meant by a private issue. Could it be that the previous issues were public issues?
"Ask! You ask! I want to drink water, I'm so uncomfortable, can you let me down."

"I'm more curious. What made you so bold that you dare to publicly accuse an earl? Aren't you afraid? Who gave you the courage? Your Martin Luther King?"

The brawny man was really curious.

Due to the difference in the growing environment, he really couldn't imagine why this black man was so persistent in publishing it in the newspaper, or accusing an earl in a very influential newspaper.

The brawny man who grew up in the UK was a bit puzzled by this kind of courage.

Not to provoke nobles is a truth that even a three-year-old child knows.

You can feel that they have no power now, or you can feel that they are low-key now.

But you can't jump face output so blatantly.

Even if there are no nobles in the United States, don't they understand that rich people are not something ordinary people can provoke?

Is it because he is an editor in chief and lives in a wealthy neighborhood?Do you feel like you are upper class?

"I" Hall was stunned by this question.

This is a misunderstanding of thinking. The United States is very big, but it is also very small. It is so big that many people have never left a city in their lives and live in slums all day long.

Small and small enough that as long as you are rich and famous, you can meet elite neighbors from all walks of life in one community.

He didn't think his little "protest" in the newspaper was anything to a nobleman, didn't he just say a few words about him?
No public insults.

Is it okay to say a few words?

Since you are making a movie, why don’t people comment on it?

Looking at the silent Hall, the strong white man waved his hand instead of urging him.

"boom!"

"boom!"

"boom!"

Three dull muffled sounds, followed by a woman's howling like a wolf.

Hall came back to his senses in a daze, and looked at the opposite side not far away.
The youngest son, who was still alive and kicking just now, was beaten to death in just the blink of an eye.

Hall's mind went blank, and he stared at the motionless body suspended for a minute.

With a jerk, Hall growled and twisted.

"I'm fighting with you! I've told you everything you asked me! Why? Why did you hurt my family."

"Oh? I thought you were asleep. I just asked you, aren't you silent? I'll refresh you. "

There was not even a trace of fluctuation on the white man's face, and he still kept his peaceful smile, looking at Hall.

"???"

Everyone in Hall is crazy, just because he was in a daze, the youngest son just disappeared?

These people are too cruel!

So lawless!

"I said! I said!"

"Haha. That question is void, I don't want to hear it anymore."

The strong man didn't give Hall any chance, and waved his hand lightly.

"boom!"

"boom!"

"boom!"

"boom!"

The sound of the iron rod wrapped in cloth hitting the body was a little muffled. When the first sound came, Hall's wife screamed a little louder.

But after the muffled sounds ended, the annoying screams had disappeared, and in the entire factory, apart from Hall's wailing, there was only the cry of a child.

"I say! I say! Please, I will say whatever you ask! Let my child go!"

"Haha, that's right."

The strong man signaled his subordinates to put Hall down.

With a muffled sound of "Plop", Hall lay on the ground like a dead pig, and when his leg was thrown so violently, he began to cry out in pain again.

The burly white man just squatted on the ground, tilting his head and watching Hall holding his legs and screaming.

"Are you ready? Mr. Hall, my patience has a limit."

Hearing this, Hall raised his head with difficulty, his eyes were bloodshot, dragged one leg and slowly climbed up to the strong man and shouted: "Ask, ask!"

"Haha, your Excellency asked me to ask you, when you posted the article, did you ever think that you have today? Do you regret it now?"

Hall panted heavily, with hatred in his eyes.

He doesn't care who he accused now, in his mind, this is the oppression and persecution of the nobles!
He didn't feel that he had made any mistakes, and he never felt that he was doing something wrong.

As one of the editors-in-chief of a major newspaper, Allen was like a symbol in his eyes, and he just commented on this symbol and then criticized it a little bit.

He just fulfilled his duties as an editor-in-chief, speaking for his own people.

The strong man slowly raised his hand, looked at Hall's hateful eyes, slightly hooked the corner of his mouth, and snorted disdainfully.

"Regret! Regret!"

Seeing the actions of the strong man, Hall was scared again. He still understands the truth that people have to bow their heads under the eaves. As long as he is allowed to go out alive today, he will definitely not spare this group of people. He will read their documents. However, he remembered all the names, and he wanted to find them all one by one!

"Don't test my patience"

The strong man dropped his hands while talking.

"no no!"

Hall looked at the man with the stick in the distance, and walked towards his son again, shouting and crawling towards the strong man, he wanted to beg for mercy
But the other party's movements were too fast, not at all contrived. There was a scream, accompanied by a muffled sound, and the entire factory was quiet.

Hall stared blankly at the three suspended, motionless figures, and he was completely stunned.

An hour ago, their family got off the plane happily, still thinking about where to go.

now
It's all over!

Hall turned his head slowly, looked at the strong man, opened his mouth one by one, he wanted to curse, he wanted to roar, but
Seeing the strong man still smiling, all his emotions and words were blocked in Hall's throat.

"Are you desperate?"

The strong man asked with a smile.

Hall nodded numbly.

The strong man frowned slightly, nodding his head and not talking. The tape recorder only recorded sound but not video.

"Speak! Are you desperate?!"

"despair!"

"Humph!"

The strong man snorted coldly, took the things handed by his subordinates, and threw them on the ground in front of Hall.

Hall stared blankly at the thrown object.

this is two
Personal identification, the above name is very familiar
Those were his two sons and his name, and the results below were so glaring.

"???"

That line had so little biological relationship that it made Hall's heart beat half a beat slower.

The son is not your own?
"Didn't expect that? The son you raised is not your own."

The strong man still had that gentle tone, which further stimulated Hall.

Hall's current state is very strange, with his mouth open and his head trembling, it's as if he didn't hear it, he's stupid!
"Work! Finish the work and retreat!"

The strong man nodded satisfied with the effect, and directed his subordinates to continue working.

With the last muffled groan, the entire workshop was completely silent.

The little white man leaned over to Hall, picked up the testimonial on the ground, and looked at it curiously.

"Boss? What else is there? I don't remember it being recorded in the data."

"This is a fake report made by me. If you want to make him despair and suffer, nothing less will do!"

The strong man grabbed the fake paternity test, folded it in half and stuffed it into his trouser pocket.

"???"

The little man swallowed his saliva, and looked at the dead Hall on the ground. He really felt sorry for him. Before he died, he was deceived into saying that his son was not his own, tsk tsk tsk.
"Hurry up and get to work! Clean up here, the first group will stay and clean up, and the other two groups will be cleaned up separately, and each will go to Ghana according to the established route. Let's gather in Wilmington!"

The burly white man got up and asked someone to take a photo with a camera, and put away the Walkman on the ground.

Recording, taking pictures, these things have to be done when I go back!
In the soft string atmosphere, Allen was leaning on the recliner, and the maid next to him was holding a long bird feather to help him shave his ears.

This is a very popular ear picking procedure in island countries. The whole process is very complicated, but the process is very comfortable.

All good except not being able to do it very often.

Hearing a noise outside the door from a distance, Allen slightly raised his hand to make the maid stop.

Sit up straight, as the sound gets closer and closer, Alan's ears move slightly, the voice seems familiar, isn't this the voice of Angus?

"bump!"

Angus didn't even knock on the door, and pushed it away angrily. Angus, who was still full of anger, just met the expressionless Alan who just sat down.

"Uh Alan, when did you come back?"

Angus suddenly vented his momentum and asked in a low voice.

Huth, who followed behind him, walked into the study, looking at the scene in front of him, a little dumbfounded.

Angus was a duke after all, so he couldn't stop him from breaking in. He glanced at Alan, and Alan signaled him to close the door and go out.

Hu Te nodded, closed the door and went out.

"I came back not long after Christmas, what's the matter?"

"I"

Angus originally wanted to complain a few words when Alan tricked him and then slipped away alone, but now looking at Alan with a calm expression, he suddenly didn't know how to speak.

"Sit first! Go and pour tea for the Duke."

The maid bent over and carefully walked around Angus to get the tea set.

(End of this chapter)