After successfully logging in and entering her password, to her relief, the system granted her access, and she began her search for Lars Johansen. She input the name into the search field, adding any additional details they had gathered, and waited as the database scanned through its extensive records.Meanwhile, at the bustling shopping mall, Rose and Cordelia were enjoying their day, completely unaware of the two individuals who had been discreetly watching and following them for some time. The shadowy figures lurked at a distance, waiting for the perfect opportunity to strike and kidnap Cordelia.Rose and Cordelia had spent hours perusing the stores, their arms laden with bags full of clothing, accessories, and various other items. Cordelia placed all her strange feeling for Rose aside so the two chatted animatedly as they made their way to the counter, their laughter echoing through the store.At the checkout counter, Rose began to reach for her wallet to pay for their purchases.
Meanwhile, Benjamin was with his team, anxiously waiting for the names to load on the computer screen. The progress bar inched forward, showing 25% as they waited for it to reach 100% to identify the person they were looking for. Suddenly, his phone started ringing, breaking the tense silence.Taking it out, he saw Cordelia's name on the screen and smiled lightly before clicking the answer button. "Hey, hun," he greeted warmly."Hello... Hello, Mr. Hayes, this is Rose," came the urgent reply.Benjamin frowned, a sense of unease creeping in. "Rose? Why are you calling from Cordelia's phone? What happened?""Mr. Hayes, Cordelia has been kidnapped!" Rose said, her voice panicky and breathless."What? Kidnapped?" Benjamin exclaimed, his eyes widening in shock. The team members around him turned to look, their expressions mirroring his alarm. "What do you mean by kidnapped?" he pressed, needing to understand the gravity of the situation.Rose, her voice trembling, quickly explained, "We we
The man on the left glanced out the rear window and cursed under his breath. "She's still following us. That car hasn't let up."The driver tightened his grip on the steering wheel. "We need to lose her. Any ideas?""Take the next left," suggested the man on the right, who was peering out the window. "Then we can head down some side streets and shake her off."The driver nodded and sharply veered left, the tires screeching as the car sped through the turn. Rose's car followed closely, refusing to be shaken."She's good," the man on the left admitted grudgingly. "She's not letting us out of her sight.”"Then we need to be better," the driver retorted, accelerating as he spotted a narrow alleyway up ahead. "Hold on."The car darted into the alley, narrowly avoiding dumpsters and stray pedestrians. Rose's car hesitated for a moment but quickly followed, determined not to lose them."Shut up and let me think," the driver snapped. He spotted an upcoming intersection and took another sharp
Meanwhile, in another part of the city, a convoy of 20 sleek black cars roared onto the road in a disciplined formation. Their synchronized movement commanded the attention of bystanders and motorists alike, drawing curious stares and murmurs of surprise. They were the men Rakshasha had called to follow Benjamin's instructions. Pedestrians halted in their tracks, their gazes fixed on the imposing procession as it thundered past. The sight of 20 identical vehicles moving sparked a sense of intrigue and wonder among onlookers.Inside each car, three men occupied the back seats, their expressions steely and alert as they gripped their weapons with unwavering resolve. Another man sat in the front passenger seat, his eyes scanning the surroundings for any signs of trouble. At the helm of each vehicle, a skilled driver maintained precise control. "Whoa, look at that!" exclaimed one bystander, pointing excitedly at the convoy of black cars speeding past."Where do you think they're headed?
"Good," Benjamin replied tersely, his gaze fixed on the road ahead. "Accelerate more."With a firm nod, the driver stepped on the accelerator, pushing the car to its limits as they raced towards their target.As they sped through the city streets, Benjamin's hand tightened around the pistol in his grip. It was a Heckler & Koch VP9. The black polymer frame felt solid and reassuring in his hand. As Rose's hands began to ache from the strain of gripping the steering wheel, she dialed Benjamin's number in a panic. "Benjamin, my hands are hurting, and they're pulling away. Where are you?" she exclaimed, desperation creeping into her voice."Rose, please, you're almost there," Benjamin pleaded, his tone urgent. "Keep driving, we're near you. Just a little longer.”Three tense minutes passed before Benjamin's driver spoke up, his voice tinged with excitement. "Boss, look, isn't that her car?" he exclaimed, pointing ahead.Benjamin's eyes locked onto the familiar blue car, and he nodded in r
The driver gritted his teeth, refusing to pull over. "No, we can't pull over. Let's just use the plan. We'll pass through Hulgårdsvej and lose him.""Alright then, do it," one of the men responded, urgency in his voice.Meanwhile, Benjamin's phone rang, and he quickly answered. Rakshasha's voice came through, "Master, my men have blocked the three paths leading to Nordvest, so the kidnappers can't enter Nordvest.”Benjamin nodded, a satisfied smile on his face. "Good," he replied. He glanced at the damaged car ahead, its destroyed tire struggling to maintain speed. "You'll regret touching Cordelia," he muttered, anger burning in his eyes."Slow down," Benjamin instructed his driver. "We've got all the roads blocked; let's not push too hard." The driver obeyed, easing off the gas.Inside the kidnappers' car, one of the men looked back and saw Benjamin's car falling behind. He screamed happily, "Yes, they're falling behind! Drive quickly, we must get to Nordvest. The driver, also buoye
"So what do we do now?" one of the men asked, panic rising in his voice."Let's call Raymond," another suggested. "He might find a way to save us."The driver pulled out his phone and quickly dialed Raymond's number. They all waited in tense silence as the phone rang once, twice, three times. Their hopes started to wane as it continued to ring with no answer."Come on, come on," the driver muttered, frustration and fear mingling in his tone. But the ringing persisted, and finally, the call went to voicemail."No reply," the driver said, his voice filled with despair. "Raymond's not picking up.”At that moment, the car Benjamin was in reached the scene. Seeing the kidnappers' car surrounded made him smirk. He got out of the car instantly, holding his pistol tightly in his hand.As Benjamin approached, the men in the surrounding cars also got out, each armed and ready. Recognizing their leader, they immediately saluted him with disciplined precision, their eyes locked on his in silent a
Benjamin's rage was boiling over, his eyes blazing with fury. "Who slapped Cordelia? That's what I want to know," he demanded, his voice icy.The guy accused of lusting over Cordelia quickly pointed at the other one. "It's him! He slapped her!" he said, desperate to shift the blame.The one who had slapped Cordelia gulped, his face paling. "Sir, I'm—"Boom!He couldn't finish his sentence before Benjamin fired a bullet straight into his forehead. The gunshot echoed through the air, and the man's head snapped back, blood spilling onto the ground and splattering on the two kneeling beside him. The man's lifeless body collapsed, his head blown apart."Ahh!" The shocked exclamations came from everyone around, including Rakshasha. He hadn't expected Benjamin to kill the man so swiftly, and even his men, surrounding the area, were taken aback.The two remaining kidnappers stared at their fallen companion, their faces drained of color. They were shivering uncontrollably, trying to suppress t