Actually, Chen Zhao's mission was simple.
His job was to act as a cameraman.
At least, that was what he'd been doing before the accident.
He was a bodyguard who'd neglected his duties.
Then he'd explode after the accident and turn the tide.
But Chen Zhao was still nervous. After all, he'd never done something like this.
He was an amateur actor who could make 20 NGs in one scene.
Anyone would be nervous about doing something that could pass off as genuine.
But since he'd already agreed, Chen Zhao had no reason to back out.
"Chen, when you're ready, you can drive in and pick me up. Then go get Rasfa."
Chen Zhao drove into Steven's house.
Steven exchanged a look with Chen Zhao and got in the car with Snow White.
Then he went to Rasfa's house and picked him up.
As Chen Zhao drove, he took out his phone and started recording Steven and Rasfa's argument.
Chen Zhao drove to a secluded road.
"Why are these two old men fighting?" Chen Zhao muttered to himself. "Last time I saw them, they were still wearing the same pants."
Just then, Rasfa yelled, "I'm breaking up with you! Let me out of the car! I don't want to talk to an idiot like you anymore."
Chen Zhao stopped the car. Rasfa opened the door and left.
At this time, Steven also followed, and the two began to pretend to quarrel under the car.
Chen Zhao's expression was bored. He waited for the next scene to start.
As expected, a business car stopped just like they'd planned.
A few masked men pulled Rasfa and Steven into the car. At the same time, they shot at Chen Zhao, who was sitting in the car.
Bang!
The bullet hit Chen Zhao's body and then landed on his hand.
Chen Zhao froze. "F * ck, if it hit someone else, they'd be dead … Are they so realistic?"
Seeing the robbers' car leave, Chen Zhao immediately sped up and chased after them.
It wasn't the time to argue. He had to finish the act first.
…
Meanwhile, in the business car —
"Pablo, that bodyguard didn't die. He's following us again."
Pablo stuck his head out of the window and looked back. He saw Chen Zhao chasing after them in the car.
Pablo took out his submachine gun and aimed at Chen Zhao's car for a few seconds.
Da da da —
However, Pablo realized that the bodyguards chasing after them didn't seem to be avoiding them at all.
Steven and Rasfa were tied up.
"Alright, it's all an act. Let us go," Steven said.
Pa —
A robber hit Steven's head with the butt of his gun. "Behave yourself."
"Ah … What are you doing?" Steven's head was bleeding.
"Steven … what's going on?" Rasfa was dumbfounded too.
This was just an act. Was there a need to be so serious?
"What are you doing? Of course, it's kidnapping. "The robber said coldly," Be honest, don't play tricks on me. "
"Pablo, who is this old man? If it's useless, just kill him. "
"Him? He's the chairman of PLM, a rich man. I didn't expect to catch two at once, "Pablo said.
"Let's get rid of that bodyguard first."
Steven and Rasfa were both dumbfounded.
Was this a real act, and the real robbers were lured here?
Pablo took out a grenade and threw it behind him.
Bang –
The grenade exploded on the hood of Chen Zhao's car.
Steven and Rasfa instantly broke out in a cold sweat.
Chen Zhao was dead?
They didn't expect things to turn out like this.
Chen Zhao was dumbfounded too. The car was completely destroyed.
"Steven, Rasfa, what are you doing? The people you hired are all so heavy-handed? They almost killed me and White Snow, "Chen Zhao said into his earpiece.
Steven and Rasfa were both wearing earpieces. Hearing Chen Zhao's voice, they both heaved a sigh of relief.
However, they couldn't speak now. They were all anxious.
…
Chen Zhao and White Snow got out of the car. Just then, another car came over. It was also a business car.
A few people got out, all fully armed.
"Mr. Chen, where's Mr. Steven? Mr. Rasfa? Did they cancel the plan? "
Seeing them get out of the car, Chen Zhao was stunned. "Didn't you already take action?"
"What action? We just arrived, "the leader said." Look, the timing is just right. "
"But … just now, a group of people … dragged the two of them into the car. Wasn't it you?" Chen Zhao was dumbfounded.
"No, it's not us. We're here on time."
"F * ck, no wonder they were so ruthless. They're really robbers!" Chen Zhao finally realized.
"You mean, Mr. Steven and Mr. Rasfa really met robbers?" The others were all dumbfounded too.
Chen Zhao's expression darkened. He climbed onto the ruined car and took out the USB drive with the car's recording device.
"Play the content." Chen Zhao felt a headache coming on.
He'd really screwed up this time. If he'd known that they were robbers, he would've taken them down directly.
"They're not our people."
Chen Zhao's expression grew even more serious. "White Snow, remember the smell of those two old guys, right?"
White Snow nodded. "Find them," Chen Zhao said.
…
Steven and Rasfa were dragged to an abandoned building in the wilderness.
"You can have as much money as you want, as long as you don't hurt us," Steven shouted.
"Shut up and go in."
The two were brought to the top floor. The building was leaky and filled with trash.
The two were locked in a dirty room.
"We're dead this time. I didn't expect to meet real robbers."
"Do you think Chen Zhao can find us?"
"I don't know … I just hope that he can react quickly. I'm afraid that he'll be kept in the dark and think that this is our plan."
Just then, the door opened. A robber walked in and dragged Rasfa out.
"Come out!"
"What are you doing?" Rasfa struggled, but he was quickly punched to the ground.
Just then, one of the robbers took out a camera and started filming Rasfa.
"Read this script." The robber threw a script in front of Rasfa.
"Hurry up. Don't waste time."
Helpless, Rasfa could only read from the script. "I'm Rasfa, the chairman of PLM Film Company. I've been kidnapped. I need my family to fork out a hundred million dollars to pay for my ransom. I hope to see the money before midnight tonight."
"Okay, Steven, that old thing, come out."
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