[Shen Xia] Britannia Rose

"If you don't want to see Mr. Little Hill three hours later," he paused, glanced at Isabel, and added, "and Miss Annie Hill's body, just put £500 million on my card !"

After the person on the other end of the phone keenly heard the female name "Annie", his perfunctory tone finally became serious.

"If you call the money, I will let you go when I receive a text message from the bank. Don't call the police, or you will know the consequences."

Isabel rolled her eyes. The poor kidnapper was probably the first person who dared to call MI6 to ask for a ransom.

"Uh... risk? Then wait until I finish withdrawing the money, and then I will release people... Uh, well, according to what you said, cash. As for the address, I will send you a text message."

Even Auston could tell that this kidnapper was not very "professional".

"Okay, I can let them talk, but only one sentence." After finishing speaking, the kidnapper put the mobile phone next to Oston's ear. Poor Oston, he didn't even know who he was talking to.

"Help me!" Alston said dryly.

The kidnapper then stuck the mobile phone to Isabel's ear. Her acting skills were much better than Auston's, and the choked voice came easily: "Uncle, save me, my head hurts...my bag fell on the parachute helicopter. There's a check for £50 . . . I think you can add that to the ransom."

"Don't worry, the money is ready, I'll be there soon."

Hearing McCoff's voice without any emotion again, like the calm before the storm, her head hurt even more, as if hundreds of ants were gnawing on her brain, the kidnapper glared at her, warning her not to Playing tricks, he didn't stay too long, answered a phone call, locked the door hastily and left.The room fell into darkness again.

"Isabella...Isabella?"

"..."

"Are you all right, Isabella?"

"..." Isabella looked up blankly, "You called me just now?"

"Yes, how are you? Is your head still hurting?" Alston asked worriedly.

"Ah, it's probably tinnitus..." Isabella looked tired, "Slight concussion, it's fine."

"It's all right?!" Alston couldn't help raising his decibels. After receiving a sniper, he said in a low voice, "What number did you give me just now?"

"My guardian."

"...It won't be the one I thought of, right? Don't worry...you can just call my dad, he has 500 million pounds." Auston was frightened. When he answered the phone just now, the other party only hummed lightly , unable to guess the identity of the other party, obviously he replaced the person who answered the phone as His Royal Highness the Crown Prince.

"No." Isabella took a deep breath, "Do you want them to investigate the rose party and know what we did?"

"Uh, I don't want to." Alston thought about his "great feats" of causing trouble everywhere, and said wittily, "You asked the skydiving instructor before...was he related to the kidnapping?"

"Of course. How else could your GPS have gotten locked on to the course and landed in this goddamn wasteland by such a coincidence, and then I got a goddamn blow to the head?"

"..." Auston shrank his neck.

Isabella was very upset, she was completely passively involved in this farce!It was just a parachute jump, and it ended up causing so many troubles, whoever she provoked.On top of that, she had vehemently protested yesterday that Mr. Holmes sent agents to follow her, and today she had to ask him for help. It was a terrible feeling!

Auston still looked puzzled: "So all of this..."

"This is a kidnapping case against you. The kidnapper just now was your driver. He was recently fired because of gambling. He lost his financial resources and was in debt. He finally decided to take the risk. He has a friend or brother in a rich man. You are a frequent visitor to this club. The kidnappers have been planning this kidnapping case for a long time. When you booked today’s skydiving, your information was leaked to the kidnappers by the coach. Don’t look at me like that. Apparently your GPS is tamper locked and only the instructor has access to your GPS. Crucially, only yours is marked on all of our navigations - a pink sticker, I guess you don't Noticed. Because he knew you would paint your face, and in order to identify you accurately, he had to.

"This is a kidnapping case, not a murder, because he just tampered with your navigation. If he has a grudge against you, he can just put a broken parachute in your backpack. As for why it is the coach, because the other one can touch you The founder of the information skydiving agency is not short of money, do you understand? If the gambler kidnapper has rich friends around him, he still needs to plan the kidnapping case?

"The skydiving instructor must follow the plane to land at the original landing point, which is roughly an hour and a half drive from here, so within an hour and a half, there will only be one kidnapper nearby."

"Wait, why did you say he was my driver?" Alston was stunned, he felt like a fool.

"The tone of his voice! He thought it was your father on the other side of the phone, and he couldn't help speaking with honorifics, which showed that he used to serve the upper class. Most importantly, you can see the car marks on the ground. They are very faint, but they can It can be seen that this is a Maybach. Do you think he can afford a Maybach? And gambling, his right hand has only four fingers, the little finger is cut off from the root, the incision is very new, the wound is like a machete, he I couldn’t pay back the money, and my little finger was cut off by the casino.”

"But I haven't seen him..."

"Oh, of course, he didn't directly serve you or your father. He might even be driving for a certain manager of the Hill Group. He couldn't recognize Mr. Hill's voice, and he didn't know that I wasn't your cousin at all." Yi Sabella patiently explained that she felt that talking more could relieve her increasingly heavy head.

"Wonderful...I totally get it...Isabella, you really amaze me..."

"Don't be surprised, if it catches fire later, you remember to take me to escape together, I'm dizzy." Isabella said calmly.

"What?!" Alston almost jumped up, "on fire?"

"His plan is to tear up the ticket as soon as he gets the money. Because he thinks you know him." Isabella said contemptuously, "Amateur kidnapper. Don't you smell gasoline on him?"

"No……"

Isabella had a "Look, you're just stupid" expression on her face.

"Then... what should we do?" Alston said hesitantly, the paint on his face had dried and agglomerated, and the one after another was very funny.

"Didn't you call?"

"Is this reliable?"

"If he's unreliable, you'd better worry about the future of England."

"Uh, even if he catches the kidnapper, what if we are caught by the returning skydiving instructor?"

Isabella gave him a surprised look, as if she had just discovered that his brain was still working, and she said, "So I reminded him."

"when?!"

"That sentence, I asked him to get the check on the plane."

"Just this sentence?! Can he understand?"

Isabella smirked and said: "Although I really don't want to say it, but for the sake of your fragile little heart, I just called MI6, the kind that goes directly to the highest officer, so the person who answered the phone just now was the one you were in." The Mycroft Holmes discussed in the club."

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Mycroft: It's interesting to call MI6 for a ransom.