Chapter 5 Just Someone Unimportant

"Oh, yeah! Get a taste of this!" The kidnapper in the lead let out a cheer and then burst into laughter. Suddenly, he shot twice at the ceiling, and the crowd screamed again in terror.

In order not to stand out, Coco also screamed with them at the top of her lungs.

"Ladies and gentlemen, surprise! Welcome to the death carnival! You didn't expect this at all, did you? Today, we're going to celebrate everyone's imminent death! Please do keep up your screams and horror. We're going to make a deal with your damned leaders first. Then, as the guests in this celebration, the next moment for you is to witness the miracle of death!"

The leader of the kidnappers was vivid and overly excited, pointing his gun at the frightened crowd.

The man behind him suddenly whispered in his ear, "Boss, say it in a simpler way. Otherwise, they might not understand!"

"Simpler way? Huh. Okay, to put it simply, this is a well-planned and organized kidnapping. Everyone, you have all been kidnapped! Damn it! What a way to ruin my mood! Do you all understand now?"

After that, the kidnappers kicked the tables in the restaurant and moved them to the corners of the room. Then, they ordered everyone to squat on the ground with their hands above their heads.

When the kidnappers arrived, Coco and Carl sat at the corner of the restaurant. She had initially wanted Carl to hide under the table, but when she saw the kidnappers started to check the tables one by one, she gave up this idea. Instead, she took Carl's little hand to squat in the crowd and blend in.

"Carl, my baby, are you afraid?" she whispered in a low voice. She was concerned that Carl would freak out and throw a tantrum which could attract attention to them.

A girl who was older than him was already crying next to them, but Carl just shook his head and grasped her sleeve tightly.

Coco touched his head softly and brushed his cheek. She thought that her son was so brave.

"Don't worry, Mommy is here. I will protect you." Carl was the most important person in her life. She would do everything to protect him from any harm!

Hearing Coco's words, Carl nodded adamantly and lowered his head without saying anything.

Meanwhile, the girl's crying aroused discontent among the kidnappers. One of them quickly came over and kicked the girl down.

"Stop that already! If you keep crying, I'll kill you! Do you understand?"

The little girl's mother was frightened at this. She held the scared little girl tightly in her arms and trembled. "We understand, she'll stop crying, I won't let her cry anymore."

Her voice was also trembling in fear for both her child and her.

With that, the man spat out a mouthful of betel nuts at them and left.

After the man left, Carl took out a chicken drumstick from his pocket and handed it to the little girl.

"Don't cry anymore. If they are irritated again, they will surely shoot at you! This is how it happens on TV! So, don't cry!"

Coco smiled at this and gave her son an approving look. Then, she turned her attention back to the kidnappers.

'They have the same weapons with the foreign mercenaries who have received special training. They haven't killed anyone yet after they came in, but it doesn't mean that they are softhearted. I think they will keep the hostages alive while preparing some conditions to the leaders.

There was a total of eight people who came in, but only four of them were left now to guard this room. The other four must have gone out to check if anyone had escaped.'

Coco quickly analyzed the situation at hand. She did it so naturally and she didn't know why it was so easy for her to assess it.

'I am just an unmarried mother who writes romance novels for a living. Why am I not afraid of what's happening here at all? Besides, the guns in their hands are strangely familiar to me. I wonder why.'

Just as Coco had expected, the kidnappers brought a TV and put it at the center of the room after they cornered the hostages. The TV program was suddenly interrupted by the news.

'Armed kidnapping is currently happening in a buffet restaurant in the city. All the diners in the restaurant are trapped. The police had already sent negotiation experts to actively communicate with the kidnappers...'

In the Qi Group's headquarter in Washington, a man with a unique pair of gorgeous eyes smashed the exclusive customized PAD. The last message on the screen was the kidnapping, and two special names appeared side by side on the hostage list.

After a while, he finally calmed himself down and immediately dialed a unique number.

He was contacting the highest military base in the country. The base's number was extremely confidential to the public.

"It's me. I want you to send troops to that restaurant to ensure the safety of the hostages!" His voice was emotionless, but his hands were slightly trembling and his fingers, which were holding the telephone tightly, had turned pale.

"Ryan, don't worry, the leaders have attached great importance to this matter. They have already sent two special police teams there. These two teams will try their best to ensure the safety of the hostages." The person on the other end of the phone was in a high position, but he still showed respect to him.

"Are you sure that those teams will do the job? You must ensure their safety no matter what!"

"Ryan, I have never seen you so nervous like this before. Do you know someone among the hostages?"

Ryan was taken aback by the question since he didn't realize that he was so tense.

After a while, Ryan finally spoke.

"No, no, she's just..." He paused, then continued, "Someone unimportant."

With that, Ryan immediately dropped the phone. The chief frowned in confusion. 'He called for someone unimportant? That's peculiar.'

After hanging up, Ryan grabbed his coat and dialed another number. "Prepare a plane for me this instant. I'm going back home, right now!"

'Damn it! Why couldn't she just stay at home? What kind of trouble has she given me now?'

Back in the hostage taking scene, Coco had changed from squatting to sitting on the ground, while Carl was looking around wrapped in her arms, blinking his big innocent eyes.

They had been here for more than four hours now, and the negotiation between the kidnappers and the police was not going smoothly.

The TV had already reported the background of these kidnappers. They were a group of terrorists from abroad. Their goal was to save the leader who had been arrested a few days ago.

The people around were full of despair and horror. It was late in the evening already, but no one dared to sleep.

Who knew if they would have the chance to wake up once they fell asleep? The guns in the hands of these bad guys were not toys. If they shot them, they would die!