Chapter 801 Which One Is Important?

In a messy room.

After a period of torture, the bearded man became breathless.

Hank was also beaten with a black nose and a swollen face.

There were dots of blood on the ground. His whole body was breathing rapidly, and a wisp of blood flowed from the corner of his mouth.

Still, the two men didn't ask for the password.

"Farke."

The bearded man threw the crowbar in his hand to the side, and it fell to the ground with a crisp sound.

He stared at Hank, his beard trembling:

"I don't believe you are really that tough. I want to see how tough your mouth can be."

Turning back, he looked at Marx with a beard.

The latter understood and walked quickly outside. Soon, there was a clatter and an office chair was dragged in by him, and Oliver sat on it.

Her hands were tied tightly.

His mouth was sealed with tape, and he could only make a sputtering sound.

Oliver's eyes were extremely frightened, and he looked at Hank apologetically.

Tears kept flowing down.

"This is your son's child here, right?" Beard gently stroked Oliver's round belly a few times, looked at Hank and said with a grin, "I want to see you make a choice."

"Money is more important than children."

Hank just breathed rapidly, staring at the beard.

If he had a gun in hand, he would empty the magazine in two seconds.

"Um."

Seeing Hank like this, the bearded man nodded and said, "It seems that money is more important."

He turned around and rummaged around the room like a crazy beast, and soon he found a plastic bag. Without any hesitation, the bearded man put the plastic bag directly on Oliver's head.

This move made his accomplice Max swallow his saliva.

"adhesive tape."

The bearded man stared at Marx and shouted.

"Got it." Max nodded and quickly walked outside.

Soon he came back with a roll of gray tape, handed it to his bearded hand, and looked at what was coming next with a hint of excitement.

"Stab it."

The tape was torn open by Beard and smeared on Oliver's neck.

In her desperate struggle, the plastic bag was wrapped around and around, sealing it tightly to prevent air from entering, trying to suffocate her to death.

The movements and demeanor of these people don't look fake.

Hank can most likely confirm that they are not acting, but really want to kill Oliver.

"One minute."

After the beard was tightly wrapped around Oliver, he looked at Hank and said with a ferocious smile: "I won't press you for a minute at most, just let us wait slowly."

"Time's beating, tough guy."

Seeing Oliver's chest rising and falling rapidly and his stomach twisting, Hank couldn't hold on any longer.

The grandson inside is more important than his life.

"take it easy."

Hank finally spoke and said quickly to Oliver: "Slow down your breathing."

"Let them go."

He stared at the beard and hissed: "I'll tell you the password."

"Impossible." The bearded man grinned proudly and said with a comfortable smile: "You know the rules, tell me the password first."

In desperation, Hank quickly revealed the password.

After getting the password, the two men rushed to the safe and opened it in a few seconds. When they saw the banknotes stacked inside, they shouted in excitement.

Although not as many as expected, there are still three to four hundred thousand.

They will never be able to earn this money in their lifetime.

The bearded man immediately threw off the bag on his body and put the money inside. Marx also looted excitedly, not even letting go of a wallet placed in the safe.

"Let them go."

Hank struggled hard and yelled at the two people: "She can't breathe, you two bastards."

His words turned a deaf ear to the two robbers.

The two guys were so excited that they were emptying out the contents as quickly as possible.

When the bags were full, the two of them were finally satisfied.

The bearded man looked at Oliver, who was breathing rapidly. The corners of his mouth turned up, and he slowly retreated out of the door of the room step by step. At the same time, he looked at Hank with a mocking look.

The two figures disappeared at the door.

"asshole."

Hank struggled desperately and the heater made a noise: "Come back and let her go."

"Chicago police."

Just then, a shout sounded in the distance.

"it's here."

When Hank heard Ethan's voice, he roared excitedly: "Come on, come on!!!"

"Bang."

There was a loud bang.

Ethan rushed up to the porch and saw four blips on the radar. While shouting, he flew up and stomped on the door lock.

The door frame was torn apart and the lock was flying.

He led the two men behind him and rushed in with his pistol raised.

The back door was also broken open by Antonio.

There were two spots of light, moving quickly to the side and quickly out of the radar range.

"Save someone quickly."

Just as he was about to chase after him, he heard Hank's roar.

He had no choice but to point the direction to Antonio, move quickly, throw the others away, and run towards Hank's location.

In a small room, Hank was tied to the ground.

Not far from him, a woman sat slumped on a chair with a plastic bag over her head.

"Quick, quick."

Hank saw Ethan appear and shouted hurriedly: "Hurry up and save people."

Grab the plastic bag and tear it open.

With his head cuffed, Oliver's face was covered in sweat and he almost fell into a coma. His condition was extremely poor.

Despite the fresh air, she breathed only weakly.

Ethan quickly slapped her face again and pinched her face. Regardless of whether it worked or not, it was still a solution.

"hiss."

After struggling for a few seconds, Oliver finally regained his composure and took a deep breath.

Tears kept pouring out, and his breathing was unusually rapid.

"Save Hank."

Looking at Erin and Olinsky rushing into the room, Ethan said something hastily, and then tore off the tape that tightly sealed Oliver's mouth. With a "wow" sound, the instant noodle-headed woman howled in horror. stand up.

He cried twice, then stopped to take a deep breath, and then continued to cry again.

The whole person fell into a state of extreme collapse.

In a few seconds at night, she would really be suffocated to death, and her eyes filled with tears were full of endless panic.

With the efforts of Erin and Olinsky, Hank quickly broke free.

He staggered to his feet, clutched his ribs and sat on the radiator, breathing lightly. Irene took out a tissue and wiped away the blood from the corners of his mouth with distress.

Ethan's movements did not stop, and he untied Oliver's hands.

"Are you OK?"

He turned around and looked at Hank.

"fine."

Hank shook his head slowly, his face ashen.

Unexpectedly, he fell down so hard, and his body was in severe pain.

"You need to go to the hospital."

Erin lifted up Hank's shirt and saw the bruises on it, and said hurriedly: "I need to go right away."

"I said that."

Hank's hoarse voice sounded: "I'm fine."