“Why are there so many cars chasing us, Smith? “ The van driver glanced at the black cars that were fast approaching them and frowned. “They’re getting close. We have to slow down now.“
The man named Smith, who was sitting in the backseat, frowned as well. He snuck a glimpse outside through the semi-tinted windows. “I think that’s enough. Get off at the next intersection.“
He kicked the two children tied up at his feet and warned them, “Stay still! “
The two children were Neil and Nellie. The kidnappers had tied them up face-to-face, then placed them at Smith’s feet. Almost an hour had passed, but he had already kicked them countless times.
One of Neil’s pant legs had risen during the struggle, revealing a pair of shins covered in purple bruises. Meanwhile, Nellie’s legs were unscathed. It was obvious Neil had been protecting his sister.
Smith let out a snort, “Turns out you’re quite the gentleman. You even know how to protect girls.“
Neil clenched his teeth and glared at the man, but he did not say anything in response.
“You’re stubborn too.“ With that, Smith gave the little boy another kick on his spine and positioned his foot on Neil’s back. Then, he took out his phone, snapped a photo, and sent it to his employer. (Look. Doesn’t it feel good to see this?]
His employer replied almost immediately, (Be careful. Don’t kill them yet. Even if you kill them, I want it to be as torturous as possible.]
[Understood! ] Smith chortled and was about to type a reply when suddenly, a loud bang came from the front of the vehicle. The van was forced to come to a halt.
Smith lifted his head and was about to complain when the door slid open, and a knife was placed against his neck.
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