Four Hundred and Forty-One Chapters Tyrannosaurus Exposed, I Like You
"I'm not." Jeff quickly denied.
"The human resources department..." The short fat man.
"You're wrong." Jeff continued his dying struggle.
"He also said that I am a suicidal depression, using your trust game to play the so-called stress relief." The short fat man was very determined.
Jeff shook his head again and again: "No, you don't look like depression..."
"And this damn mbi stress ball, they're useless at all!" the short fat man roared.
He threw the stress ball away: "You are pretending, this is a trap, plan No. 2, call for a helicopter."
Selena was speechless: "It seems that it is not a good thing to be too good at communicating with people, do you do it?"
"Wait a minute." Luke frowned, listening to the news overheard from Tim.
"The bait is exposed, ask for backup, and immediately carry out rescue operations." Tim said with a walkie-talkie.
After a while, his face was extremely ugly.
Natalie looked at him for a moment, took the walkie-talkie and replied, "Understood, retreat."
"Really just give them up like this?" Tim was a little confused.
Natalie smiled and picked up the Wei Chong hanging by her side: "Of course not, they are very good neighbors, right?"
Tim laughed too, and the two quickly went downstairs.
Luke rolled his eyes: the secret service organization is reliable,
Sows can climb trees.
He has never wanted to enter the fbi, or institutions such as cia, just thought of this situation.
If you don't have enough status, even if you are admitted by exception, you will be a soldier.
Once exposed, it will be abandoned by the boss without hesitation.
What can he do then? Did he just show off his mighty power under a lot of surveillance, or did he just wait to be beaten to death and then resurrect?
No matter which choice he chooses, the consequences are extremely bad, and he doesn't want to appear.
While thinking about it, Luke said, "Selena, get ready to support Tim and the others. Tim and his backup have been evacuated from the hotel."
Selena: "...This backup is really timely."
Sell teammates? This doesn't exist because Jeff and his wife are not teammates at all.
They are just bait, the inevitable loss of material in a fishing operation.
At this moment, Jeff and his wife were pressed onto the sofa.
Over there, the short fat man was explaining something to one of his accomplices.
Jeff frowned, muttered for a moment, and suddenly said, "Bruce?"
The short fat man turned his head subconsciously: "Well, are you talking to me?"
Jeff was more certain: "I remember your name, Bruce! Bruce-spring-style."
The short fat man shook his head embarrassedly: "No, you recognized the wrong person."
Jeff was very sure: "I remember, it was the parking space dispute that I dealt with for you. However, are you into a criminal career for this? Because a broken parking space hurts your self-esteem?"
The short fat man suddenly became angry: "Enough, shut up. Where do you think this is? Talk show stage?"
In the room, the short fat man's subordinates and accomplices all showed strange expressions.
His female accomplice couldn't help but ask, "You? It's called spring...style? (spring-style)"
Can't blame her for being so curious.
It's like who suddenly learned that Schwarzenegger or Stallone's original name is puppy (little dog).
The short fat man became angry: "Yes, is there any problem?"
Another accomplice couldn't help but interject: "That's why you asked us to call you "T-Rex"?"
Short and fat man: "In our business, of course, we have to take a nickname that is not easy to associate with. Why do you think it is?"
Everyone had a weird look on their faces.
Short and fat Bruce turned his head sharply and pointed at Jeff: "Besides, the parking space is not fair at all, okay!"
Crowd: ... So, you're actually the only one who fell into trouble because of the broken parking space.
Bruce seemed to have been touched by the scar and said loudly: "I worked for them for three years, three years! They also let me park in zone D. So is it on the other side of the road? Every time I commute to get off work You have to go through that and that or something..."
"Pedestrian bridge," Jeff reminded at the right time, he had seen too many employees who came to him to vent about this kind of thing.
"Yeah, that's it. As long as you walk over this damn pedestrian bridge, sweaty in the heat, ash in the wind, and drenched in the occasional rain, I've been enjoying this for three years. I should thank you!" Bruce, who was furious as he spoke, was already digging something in his arms.
Jeff quickly reminded: "Wait, I didn't assign your parking space to you. I've been parked in Zone D for twelve years."
Bruce snorted, and the short-barreled revolver he just took out also paused, but he came back to his senses and started to raise his gun: "I'm not a useless person like you, you can only deceive people, manpower. The waste of the Ministry of Resources, I care how long you stay in the D area."
Bang!
The door was suddenly pushed open, interrupting the farce.
Selena stared at the scene in the room from the opposite side, and couldn't help but said, "Luke, are you sure Tim and Natalie are going to save Jeff and his family?"
Using the camera installed outside the window just now, Luke looked at the picture on the fake mobile phone and pondered for a moment: "Perhaps, this is their backup plan?"
"Backup plan to become a prisoner yourself?" Selena complained: "You'd better not make such a plan in the future."
Luke smiled: "Okay, get ready to do it."
Inside, Jeff was already looking at Tim in surprise: "Where's the backup?"
"There is no backup." Tim smiled wryly.
Jeff: "What? Didn't you say that the worst outcome would be for backups to rush in and blow up here?"
Natalie: "It's the worst for them, and your 'collateral damage' isn't the worst."
"Collateral damage?" Jeff and his wife were stunned.
Bruce sneered: "See, this is a typical omission lie. Okay, Bununo, put the plastic sheet on, I don't want to be charged by the hotel later."
"Wait!" a cry.
Bruce was dissatisfied: "Hey! How can anyone interrupt me?"
This was Karen's cry, her face full of prayer: "Natalie, after the last time we tried on underwear together, I found out that I like you."
Crowd: …
Jeff, Tim: …
Bruce looked at Tim, confused.
This should not be called "Natalie" such a pretty name, let alone into the ladies changing room.
"Are you talking to her?" He looked at Natalie next to Tim, then at Karen.
Karen nodded. "Let me finish my last words, okay?"
"Okay, you say." Bruce nodded subconsciously, his eyes still circling between these two very distinctive women.
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