"I'm not." Jeff hurriedly denied it.
"HR …" The short fatty said.
"You're wrong." Jeff continued to struggle.
"You said I was suicidal, and that I was trying to relieve stress with your trust game," the short fatty said confidently.
Jeff quickly shook his head. "No, you don't look like you're depressed …"
"And this damn MBI stress ball! They're useless!" the short fatty roared.
He threw the stress ball away. "You're an imposter. This is a trap. Plan B, call a helicopter." Selina was lost for words.
"It seems that it's not a good thing to be too good at communicating. Shall we do it?"
"Wait a moment." Luke frowned as he listened to the information he had overheard from Tim.
"The bait has been exposed. Request backup for a rescue operation immediately," Tim said into the walkie-talkie.
A moment later, his face turned awful.
Natalie looked at him for a moment, then said into the walkie-talkie, "Got it. Retreat."
"Are we really going to abandon them just like that?" Tim hesitated.
Natalie smiled and picked up her submachine gun. "Of course not. They're good neighbors, aren't they?"
Tim smiled too, and the two of them quickly went downstairs.
Luke rolled his eyes. Even a sow could climb a tree if the secret service organization was reliable.
He had never wanted to join the FBI or the CIA precisely because he had considered such a situation.
Without a high enough status, even if he was recruited, he would only be a soldier. No matter how good he was at fighting, he would still be doing dirty work.
Once he was exposed, he would be abandoned by his boss without any hesitation.
What could he do then? Should he show off his might under so many surveillance cameras, or should he wait to be killed and then resurrected?
Either choice would result in terrible consequences, which he didn't want to see.
While thinking, Luke said, "Selina, get ready to back up Tim and Selina. Tim's backup has already evacuated from the hotel. "
Selina was lost for words. "… That's really timely."
Betray teammates? That was impossible, because Jeff and Selina weren't teammates at all.
They were just bait, and material losses were inevitable in a fishing operation.
At that moment, Jeff and Selina were pressed down on the couch.
On the other side, the short fatty was telling something to one of his companions.
Jeff frowned and mumbled to himself for a moment before he suddenly said, "Bruce?"
The short fatty turned his head subconsciously. "Are you talking to me?"
Jeff was even more certain. "I remember your name, Bruce! Bruce Spring-style. "
The short fatty shook his head awkwardly. "No, you've got the wrong person."
Jeff, however, was very certain. "I remember now. I was the one who handled the parking dispute for you. But is that why you threw yourself into crime? Hurt your pride because of a stupid parking space? "
The short fatty was enraged. "Enough, shut up. Where do you think this is? A talk show stage? "
In the room, the short fatty's subordinates and companions all had strange looks on their faces.
His female companion couldn't help but ask, "You? It's called Spring... Style? (Spring-style) "
She could not be blamed for her curiosity.
It was like someone suddenly learning that Arnold Schwarzenegger or Stallone's real name was Puppy.
The short fatty flew into a rage out of humiliation. "Yes. Is there a problem?"
Another companion couldn't help but interject, "Is that why you asked us to call you 'Tyrannosaurus Rex'?"
The short fatty said, "In our line of work, we naturally have to have a nickname that people can't easily associate with. Why do you think that is?"
Everybody had strange expressions on their faces.
Bruce, the short fatty, turned his head abruptly and pointed at Jeff. "Also, the parking space thing isn't fair at all, okay?"
Everybody: … So, you actually became a bandit because of that stupid parking space, right?
Bruce, however, seemed to have been touched. He shouted, "I worked for them for three years! Three years! They even told me to park in Zone D. That's on the other side of the road, alright? I had to cross that thing every time I went to and from work … "
"The pedestrian bridge," Jeff reminded him. He had seen too many employees who vented their frustrations on him.
"That's right, that's it. As long as I cross the damn pedestrian bridge, I'll sweat when it's hot, I'll be covered in dust when it's windy, and I'll be drenched when it rains. I've been enjoying this for three years. I should be thanking you! "Bruce, who had already flown into a rage, was already taking something out of his pocket.
Jeff hurriedly reminded him, "Wait, I didn't give you your parking space. I've been parking in Zone D for twelve years."
Bruce paused for a moment, but he immediately came back to himself and raised his gun. "I'm not a f * cking useless liar like you. I don't care how long you stay in Zone D."
Clang!
The door was suddenly pushed open, interrupting the farce.
Looking at the scene in the room, Selina couldn't help but ask, "Luke, are you sure that Tim and Natalie went to rescue Jeff and his wife?"
Luke looked at the image on his fake phone with the camera that he had installed outside the window. Pondering for a moment, he said, "Maybe this is their backup plan?"
"A backup plan where they become captives?" Selina complained. "You'd better not use such plans in the future."
Luke was amused. "Okay, let's do it."
Inside, Jeff looked at Tim in surprise. "Where's the backup?"
"There's no backup." Tim smiled bitterly.
Jeff said, "What? Didn't you say that the worst outcome would be for the backup to rush in and blow up this place? "
Natalie said, "That's the worst outcome for them, and 'collateral damage' like yours isn't the worst outcome."
"Collateral damage?" Jeff and his wife were dumbfounded.
Bruce chuckled. "See that? That's a classic lie by omission. Alright, Bununo, put up the plastic sheet. I don't want the hotel to deduct my deposit later. "
"Wait!" someone shouted.
Bruce was unhappy. "Hey! Why can anyone interrupt me? "
It was Karen who shouted with a pleading expression. "Natalie, after we tried on lingerie together last time, I realized that I liked you."
Everybody: "…"
Jeff and Tim: "…"
Bruce looked at Tim in bewilderment.
This woman couldn't have a name as beautiful as "Natalie," nor could she enter the women's changing room.
"Are you talking to her?" He looked at Natalie, who was next to Tim, and then at Karen.
Karen nodded. "Let me finish my last words, okay?"
"Okay, go ahead." Bruce nodded subconsciously, his eyes still lingering between the two women who were very distinctive.
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