Chapter 662 (1/2)
The crew and stewardess Melinda of Gulfstream one were forcibly taken away by a group of FBI at trock airport.
When Li Zitao got the news, they had been taken away from the Trojan airport.
”Boss, do you really want them to leave?” In the hotel, Denny asked softly.
”Take it easy, Dani. We're here on holiday.” Li Zitao looked out of the window with a smile, enjoying the quiet and beautiful town.
But the silence was soon broken by the ringing of the phone, and Roosevelt's tired voice came from the receiver: ”Charlie, you shouldn't have done this.”
”What? Roosevelt, I'm on holiday. What's going on? ” Li Zitao said with a smile.
”... don't you think they don't know who did it?” Roosevelt's tone choked, some angry way: ”your people have been taken away.”
”Well, yes, I just received news that my crew and flight attendants have been kidnapped. Oh, gosh, this is America I know?”
Li Zitao was very surprised, as if he could not believe that this kind of thing would happen in the United States of America. He murmured: ”no wonder someone dares to shoot me with a machine gun in the street. It seems that I should move to another place sometime. It's really dangerous here.”
”Charlie, they'll find out... Jack's son is not yet awake. He'll fight with you.” Said Roosevelt, biting his teeth.
”Desperate?” The voice in the microphone was a little bit chilly and said with a sneer: ”tell him I'm looking forward to it. The world is really in a mess recently. Is Harry OK?
And his illegitimate son in Paris, what's his name? Mal, or his lover in the Aegean Sea, his two sons in South Africa. I wish they were safe and sound
”Do you want to trigger a tsunami?” Roosevelt took a breath, and Li Zitao mastered more than he thought.
”It's OK to have a tsunami once in a while. At least it can wake some people out of their narcissistic dreams.”
”Don't forget you have a daughter and a son too!” When a clear threat came, the voice was no longer owned by Roosevelt.
”Jack, can I use this as a threat?” Li Zitao asked.
”If Junius doesn't wake up, son of a bitch, you'll understand what disaster is.” Little Morgan bellowed, each word as if it were squeezed out of his mouth.
”Ha ha... Don't threaten me, Jack. I'll wait.” Bang, the phone's been hung up.
”Shit, son of a bitch, I'll make him regret it.” Angry to leave the phone on the desk, little Morgan angry growl.
”Jack.” Roosevelt frowned discontentedly.
”My son is lying in bed.” Little Morgan turned to him like a wolf.
”I don't want to say that, but you should provoke him first.” Roosevelt said quietly.
”So what, this is America, it's the white world, not a place where bad bastards can be complacent.”
”What are you doing here?” Roosevelt leaned back and sarcastically said, ”Dear Mr. Morgan is angry. He can kill whoever he wants. It's terrible... Maybe you should protect your son first.”
Little Morgan's ferocious expression suddenly stopped, and his frown gradually calmed down.
Found that Roosevelt did not care about his ”madness” at all, little Morgan no longer showed the appearance of madness, a serious tone: ”he has to pay the price.”
”He has paid the price, and his woman is now in the hospital.” Roosevelt had lost patience and said, ”Jack, Washington will not interfere in your affairs. If you are not satisfied, you can go to his trouble.”