Chapter 648 Cunning and Deceitful
With everyone feeling uneasy, dawn gradually broke.
A car pulled into a quiet, deserted area, where only an overgrown warehouse stood.
The surroundings were desolate, with no one passing by. This place had long been abandoned.
Everything appeared on a large screen, with Brandon and William fixated on the imagery displayed within.
The screen projected images from cutting-edge military drones.
Brandon indeed did not call the police, but he directly requested military assistance, and the military dispatched drones to scout the area.
A middle-aged man in military uniform stood next to Brandon, pointing at the screen and saying, "We haven't spotted Ms. Anderson around, not even anyone else."
"Please expand the search scope," Brandon said.
Mr. King nodded, "No problem."
Now, Brandon could only wait for the kidnappers' call; they were really cunning and sly.
Finally, the phone rang. Brandon picked it up immediately, and the monitoring personnel around him nodded in acknowledgement.
Brandon picked up the phone. "Hello."
The kidnapper spoke, "Did you bring the check?"
"I got it. As you said, the check has been delivered to the location. Where's my niece? Bring her out quickly, and we'll make the exchange."
"Hahaha," the kidnapper suddenly laughed.
"What are you laughing at? Where's my niece?" Brandon asked with a tone of anger.
"Don't worry, she's fine. But the cash has to go somewhere else now; the previous location is void."
"What did you say? Void?" Brandon said coldly, "Are you messing with me?"
"That's right, I am messing with you. Did you really think I'd be dumb enough to directly tell you the real location? What if you brought the police? I need to test if you follow my instruction, right?"
"I didn't bring the police," Brandon said. "If you don't believe me, check out that old place you mentioned. Only one car passed by. Do you still want the money or not?"
"Sure, I want the cash, but my safety's top priority. Here's a new address. Drive over there, and remember, no cops involved."
"How do I know you're not messing with me this time?" Brandon asked.
"So what if I am?" the kidnapper said arrogantly. "Ava is in my hands. Don't try any tricks."
"Since you said she's in your hands, how can we play any tricks?"
"Then do as I say. Drive the car to another place, and I can let you see your niece."
Leonard sent a photo. In the photo, Ava was tied up, her hair disheveled, and she curled up in a corner.
At the sight of the woman in the photo, William clenched his fists, his gaze ablaze with a surge of murderous intent.
"No problem," Brandon said. "Give me the address. I know you want safety. I will do as you say to prove I didn't call the police."
It was meaningless to argue with the kidnappers. They were not legitimate negotiators; they were just a bunch of desperados who disregard conventions. One must adhere to their terms.
Subsequently, Leonard gave a new address. After Brandon noted it down, Leonard immediately hung up the phone.
Brandon turned around and gently patted William on the back. "She will be fine."
