Chapter 59 Don't Move
Out of the attic, Charlee Ford followed the two men silently.
Her hiding skill is not small, neither of them found her existence.
They got out of the building and got into a black car.
Charlee Ford was hesitating to take a taxi, but he was afraid to expose himself.
At this moment, a black Cayenne suddenly stopped in front of her. The driver's window was pulled down, revealing William Bryan's calm face. "Get on the bus."
Charlee Ford raised his eyebrows in surprise and obediently got on the bus. "Keep up with the car in front."
She doesn't need to remind William Bryan.
"Why are you here?" Charlee Ford asked William Bryan.
The man looked at the front, and his expression was very ugly: "They must have shot at the critical moment to shut the man's mouth. I think they must know something."
Not surprisingly, William Bryan came for the whereabouts of Charlotte Collins.
At the moment, the atmosphere in the car is very relaxed, and Charlee Ford can't help relaxing.
She leaned back and asked him, "I see you are very persistent about that dragon Charlotte Collins. Why, do you like her very much?"
William Bryan pursed his lips and did not speak.
But the tight jaw line revealed his mind.
Charlee Ford could not tell what he felt, but he was a little angry?
She said, "Don't you already have a wife? If you really find Charlotte Collins, what about that fool in your family?"
Speaking of "fool", her tone was somewhat mocking.
William Bryan is still silent.
Just when Charlee Ford thought he would not speak, he suddenly said, "I will help her arrange everything."
But she knew it was impossible to get the name of husband and wife.
The atmosphere in the car was silent for a moment.
After a long time, Charlee Ford crossed his legs and thought of something, "I want to find the dragon Charlotte, too."
William Bryan glanced at her suspiciously.
"Not because of you?" Charlee Ford has never been a person who does good deeds without leaving his name on it
'……"
William Bryan was stunned and remembered what happened that day.
"But honestly, why are you so persistent in saving them?" Charlee Ford looked at him.
"... because," William Bryan said in silence for the first time, "when I was young, I was abducted and sold by traffickers."
"Tut, I didn't expect you to have such a miserable past. Then how did you escape?"
Later?
William Bryan was in a trance for a moment.
If it wasn't for the time he was abducted and trafficked, maybe he wouldn't know the woman who had worried him for more than ten years.
Stop Charlee Ford's command was suddenly heard.
He braked unconsciously.
Before the car was quite stable, Charlee Ford couldn't wait to pull him outside. "Hurry up, hurry up."
Although William Bryan was confused, he followed her obediently.
They were very fast and hid in the corner under the cover of darkness.
As soon as they left, a few people came up alertly with flashlights.
"Nobody is in the car."
"Look at what you've done, you've almost brought people back! A bunch of losers!"
Those who were scolded were the two people who escaped from the meeting.
Several people checked around and confirmed that they did not find anyone else following them, so they quickly rushed into the small rental house beside them.
Charlee Ford and William Bryan looked at each other and silently followed.
"Who is it?!" The people who had already entered the room suddenly came out, and the strong light of the flashlight was shooting in their direction.
Fortunately, the two of them reacted quickly, rolled on the spot one second before the exposure, and hid in the gap between the two trash cans beside them.
The gap between trash cans is too narrow, even if they are thin, it is impossible to fully accommodate them.
It happened that the man still didn't give up and approached this side with a flashlight.
Charlee Ford was pushed against the wall by William Bryan, and he was stuck between his hard chest and the wall, almost out of breath.
The back is against the cold wall, while the body in front is very hot.
Let Charlee Ford feel painful.
What was more painful was that the unspeakable odor in the trash can could not stop drilling into her nose, making her suspect that she would vomit out the next second.
"Don't move." A low warning voice suddenly came from my ear.
The warm breath blew on her ears, and the rest of her life was almost subconsciously running through a burst of current without any incident between men and women.
The footsteps are getting closer.
The smell of garbage cans is getting more and more pungent.
Charlee Ford struggled in his heart. Finally, he couldn't bear it. He buried his head in William Bryan's arms in the spirit of breaking the jar.
Alas, it smells much better now.
William Bryan felt the inexplicable touch from his chest.
There was a ripple in my heart.
The man didn't find anyone. He muttered a few words and went back again. As soon as he left, William Bryan pushed Charlee Ford away with a cold face.
Neither of them spoke.
Charlee Ford didn't feel anything wrong with his behavior just now.
He even went up to him and asked, "Don't you smell the garbage can? No, no, no?"
'……"
The two men climbed up the roof of the rental house along the pipes of the sewer and lifted the bricks and tiles overhead.
In the room, six men were sitting around a square wooden table, carefully opening a black cloth.
Charlee Ford was keen to find that the black cloth was a black cloth that could avoid being shot by the instrument, and it would not be detected even if it passed the customs.
"Is this what you want?"
The crowd looked at the sapphire in the middle of the black cloth and sighed.
"I heard it's Cinderella."
"It looks valuable."
"What about the man who killed?"
"Sir, there will be a way to save us."
They looked at each other and realized a serious problem.
"How can we give this to the people over there?"
The leader touched his chin, "Sir said that he would send someone to meet us, and then give her the things."
'……"
There was a murmur below.
William Bryan and Charlee Ford also figured out a problem.
Some people want Cinderella more than others, and it seems that there are some identities and secrets hidden. The dead person may know.
They looked at each other.
"Who is the man sent by your husband?"
The person questioned took out a photo and put it on the table
Charlee Ford and William Bryan squinted at the picture in the middle of the table.
The two were stunned at the same time.
The picture is not someone else, but the third daughter of the Collins, Lydia Collins!
William Bryan glanced at Charlee Ford deeply.
She quickly raised her hand to express her innocence. "Don't look at me like this. It has nothing to do with me."