Gilan raised his feet.
"No!!" Kurt screamed.
However, Gilan's legs did not fall down, she just stepped over him and sat down on the sofa.
"Huh?" Kurt's voice stopped abruptly.
He stared at the man in the paper hood and breathed a sigh of relief. At the same time, he felt like a funny Clown, and his expression changed several times.
Gilan raised the revolver, and the black muzzle of the gun was pointed at Kurt. The latter quickly raised his hand to block it in front of him, and kept begging for mercy. "Don't, don't shoot..."
However, Gilan's gun muzzle was slightly raised, past Kurt, and pointed at the corner behind the opponent, where there was a table with an old-fashioned brass-engraved dial telephone placed on it.
"Go, call your home." Gilan said calmly.
"Call?" Kurt was a little stunned.
"Since you are a direct descendant of the aristocracy, your family must be very wealthy... Let your family prepare 1000 Gold Caesar to redeem the person, even if you are missing one Melang, do you understand?"
Gilan's hoarse voice is extremely vicious.
Kurt The mouth is slightly open.
He was not surprised that the other lion opened his mouth, but was surprised, because if the other party said this, he would definitely not touch him easily, and this would give him a chance to survive.
"1000 Caesar is... a little too much." Kurt said, pretending to bargain, but when he saw the revolver pointing at him again, he quickly changed his words: "Not much, not much! I'll call right now! My family will definitely collect enough money for me!"
With that said, he stood up and rushed to the phone.
Picking up the microphone and receiver, he stretched out his fingers and started turning the dial.
Click, click, click...
Turn it six times in a row to send the number band.
Then, turn the "0" three times in succession to call the local wiring station.
"Hey, help me transfer Horst Second Avenue, No. 18, Louis Apartments."
Kurt held a cup-shaped microphone in his left hand and a trumpet-shaped receiver in his right hand. His cheeks were red and swollen. He glanced carefully at the sofa and muttered.
The operator was waiting to transfer the call. Not long after, a deep male voice sounded from the receiver in Kurt's hand:
"Hello? Who is this?"
"Pa! It's me, Kurt!" Kurt seemed to have found a savior, and said quickly. "I, I was kidnapped in that small apartment on Sixth Street. Please find a way to raise money to redeem..."
"What are you doing again?! I'm warning you, if you need money, go find your father yourself! Don't try to be clever with me!"
The male voice on the other end of the receiver became impatient and angry.
Kurt looked ugly, but still chose to swallow his anger, hesitantly explained the situation in detail, and kept ensuring that what he said was true.
This time, there was silence on the other end of the receiver for a long time.
"Let that gentleman answer the phone and I'll talk to him." Kurt's brother said on the receiver.
Kurt held the receiver of the microphone and turned around to signal.
Gilan just smiled contemptuously, and then shouted without warning:
"Damn woman, come back here!"
As he spoke, he kicked over the coffee table in front of him, making a loud clang.
Then he cursed again and said, "Kurt, you want to run away too?! You're looking for death!"
After finishing speaking, he raised his gun, pointed it at the rotary dial telephone, and pulled the trigger. With a bang, the telephone was destroyed by a bullet, sparks burst out, and smoke rose.
Miss Sparrow and Kurt present were all confused and had no idea what was going on.
After doing this, Gilan slowly stood up, picked up the pocket watch on the ground, handed it into Miss Sparrow's hand, and said:
"It's time for you to go... Also, don't let Louis Family's people find out that this pocket watch is back in your hands."
Miss Sparrow's eyes moved slightly, and she was smart and quickly understood that Mr. Snowy Owl's actions just now were just to mislead Louis Family's people, making them mistakenly believe that he was escaping, causing chaos.
"I understand, sir. Thank you." Miss Sparrow took his mother's relics, said nothing more, and didn't ask any more questions. He turned back to the door step by step, and finally left.
Kurt Watching this scene, he suddenly felt cold all over.
Plop!
His legs weakened and he fell to the ground.
An unspeakable fear surged into my heart for no apparent reason.
Now he understands no matter how stupid he is.
This is just a game designed by that bitch Aurora!
Let people play the role of robbers, intervene in this transaction, and then snatch the pocket watch back...
The other party exposed all this to him without hesitation, and made it clear that he did not want to let him leave alive!
"Who are you?! Who are you?!"
Kurt sat on the ground, roaring angrily.
Gilan did not answer. He strode forward silently, grabbed Kurt's face, and lifted him up.
"If you dare to touch me, Louis Family and the city police department will never let you go! You will be arrested, put in jail, and tortured until you die!!"
Kurt struggled in his hands and screamed in horror.
"As long as there are lice, you won't be itchy, and if you have enough debt, you won't have to worry about it." In the two holes of the brown paper bag, a pair of blue eyes looked directly at Kurt indifferently, and a ferocious voice came from underneath. "If you want to harm me, you all deserve to die!"
Phew!!
Gilan picked up Kurt's head and smashed it to the ground!
Bang!!
There was a loud noise and the floor in the living room shook.
Kurt's head exploded on the spot and turned into a pool of blurred flesh and blood. The floor tiles underneath were shattered and dented. He was so dead that he could no longer die.
Gilan pulled off the brown paper bag on his head.
With a cold face, use it to wipe the blood stains on your hands.
"Since he is a robber, he must act like one..." He Whisperer looked around, quickly picked up the gold watch and wallet that fell on the ground, and found a silver lighter and a sapphire ring from Kurt's body.
It wasn't over yet. Gilan took out a sack from under the overturned coffee table and stuffed all the valuable items in the room into it as quickly as possible, such as silver cups, silver candlesticks and wall clocks.
The entire bag was stuffed to the brim, weighing dozens of pounds.
But these things were neither easy to carry nor easy to get rid of. Gilan was just showing off and had no intention of taking them away... Then, he carried the sacks outside the house and threw them away casually as he ran.
Not long after, he threw away all the valuable items along the entire street, then turned around and fled quickly.
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Just over twenty minutes later.
Three Horst Police Station large carriages and one Louis Family high-end carriage arrived at the crime scene.
More than a dozen police officers got out of the car to be on guard. The leader, a middle-aged police inspector, stared at the street with an ugly face. In this originally inaccessible area, a group of low-class people came from unknown time. They shuttled under trees, bushes and alleys, holding various valuable and exquisite small objects in their hands, and fled happily.
"Arrest all those people!" the police inspector ordered. "Bring them all to the police station for interrogation."
"Yes, sir." The police officers around him responded quickly.
Later, Louis Family's eldest son Pa and the other three brothers and sisters came over and followed the people from the police station into the small apartment.
As soon as they entered, they saw the mess and corpses all over the ground, which was too horrible to look at.
"Kurt!!" Kane, the fourth son of the Louis Family, shouted, threw himself in front of Kurt's body, and howled in pain. "Ah! How could this happen?! Who killed my brother?!"
The two sisters Beatty and Cecil turned their heads away, unable to bear to see the tragic situation of Kurt.
The elder brother Pa's face was extremely ugly, and he cursed in a deep voice, "Idiot! You always don't listen to the advice of my father and me, and now something really happened!"
"Brother, Kurt are all dead!" Beatty couldn't stand it, frowned and said to Pa. "The most important thing now is to find the kidnapper and arrest him to avenge his brother!"
Pa's face was as gloomy as water, and he looked around.
At this time, a police officer who was investigating and collecting evidence at the scene came to the middle-aged police inspector and reported information and clues in a low voice.
After a while, the middle-aged police inspector's expression changed slightly.
"There was only one murderer. It only took less than ten seconds to break in and kill the four gun-wielding bodyguards... three people were shot in the head with 9mm bullets, one was stabbed through the throat with a hard object at close range and was shot to death when he used it as a bunker, and Mr. Kurt Lewis... was violently smashed and his head was broken!"
He turned his head and said to Pa with a shocked tone.
"This murderer is extremely cruel and ruthless. He is no ordinary gangster... and this case is also very bad. I will report it to my superiors, send more people to investigate, and give Louis Family an explanation as soon as possible!"
"I believe in your agency's ability." Pa said solemnly.
He thought again of the phone call his brother made to him before he died, which contained some important information, so he reminded the middle-aged police inspector:
"You can track down Fuz Lowry's daughter. She was also a kidnapping victim, but she is currently missing. She may have been killed... but if she is still alive, you should know something."