Let Me Go, Mr. Harvey

“Yes.” The handlers took the flash drive and were about to go to the bathroom.

James, however, called out to him, “Wait.”

As he shouted, he picked up the glass of boiling water and poured it over the file bag, which was only half full.

The man stopped and looked to Minister Durwyn, waiting for his orders.

“Don’t mind him, flush it.” Minister Durwyn casually waved his hand and smiled broadly at James, “It’s burnt to a crisp, you think it’s still working?”

Having said that, he rushed to another of his men, “Give me the walkie-talkie.”

He would personally give the order to get James, the only person who dared to threaten him, killed!

James sneered, “Why don’t you take it apart and see what’s inside?”

“What do you mean, it’s not a ledger in there?” Minister Durwyn curbed the smile at the corner of his mouth, and the walkie-talkie he had just put to his lips retracted.

James leaned back on the sofa with a mocking look on his face.

Minister Durwyn frowned and pulled out the contents of the archive bag in a few swipes –

“Don’t try to blackmail me by using me as a hostage, the one who took the stuff is my subordinate and he only takes orders from me. And don’t try to bribe my subordinate the way you bribed Ms. Lee’s lover.”

“I can guarantee you that even if you look for everyone, you may not find that person.”

Before Minister Durwyn could even open his mouth to make a threat, James had blocked out any possibility.

Minister Durwyn leaned in slightly, his eyes shifty, “Do you really think that I’m going to go along with your plan?”

“Of course not.” James said, “Minister Durwyn could also choose to die with me, me dead and you in jail. I don’t think that would be an option for you though.”

Click!

Minister Durwyn snatched the pistol from his subordinate’s hand, loaded it and pointed it at James, grimacing, “You think you can guess what I’m thinking?”

He pressed the blackened muzzle of his gun against James’ head and gritted his teeth, “I could have shot you right now and gone away with my family before those idiots at Commander Evetts found the evidence!”

The room was warm with the heating on, a stark contrast to the cold gun.

James’ hands were sweating, but his face didn’t change half as much as his expression, “If you really chose to do that, you wouldn’t be telling me all this crap right now!”

Minister Durwyn stared at him without the slightest reaction, except for a few imperceptible shakes of the gun.

The reaction was small, but James, whose nerves were high, sensed it anyway. With a slight sigh of relief, he grabbed the pistol and pressed it hard against his forehead.

“You can shoot now! Commander Evetts doesn’t have enough evidence in their hands to take you, but with my life, they can easily take you and take their time investigating.”

His voice was soft, but it weighed heavily on Minister Durwyn’s heart like a thousand pounds.

The central government should have started investigating him a long time ago, and the reason they didn’t do anything was that the evidence in their hands didn’t carry enough weight. If he killed James now, this would be handing over his own handle.

Snap!

Minister Durwyn grimly tossed his gun onto the table, asked his men for a cigarette and sat down on the sofa, exhaling a thick puff of smoke sombrely, “Sit.”Text property © Nôvel(D)ra/ma.Org.

James ran his eyes over the guns on the table for a moment, sat down and said indifferently, “Is Minister Durwyn serious about making a deal with me this time?”

“You’re so clever, I dare play tricks?” Minister Durwyn took another drag and tossed the cigarette onto the remaining half of the novel that was still burning.

The cigarette is brightly lit and quickly burns up.

“If Minister Durwyn had been serious about a deal with me in the first place, I wouldn’t be guarding you like a thief.” James said.

Minister Durwyn started out with the intention of getting James killed when he arrived and got the information, but he didn’t expect to be set up.

Now the plan is all messed up and we have to go with what James wants.

“What am I going to do about this if I give you the man, but you won’t give me the books?” Minister Durwyn picked up the still cold water and splashed it on the novel, which was nothing but a puddle of ashes, with hatred in his eyes.

James acted as if he hadn’t seen it, “You send one of your men to get the ledger from the place I’ve designated and I’ll pick Angela up here when he gets it and I get Angela. He can come back and I can leave, does Minister Durwyn agree?”

“You’re clever.”

“I’m flattered.”

Someone came over and gathered the ashes from the table.

James and Minister Durwyn sat opposite each other, neither making another sound. But perhaps it was because Minister Durwyn had specifically told him to, and every now and then the red dot of the sniper rifle fell into James’ eyes with a hint of warning.

About half an hour later.

A male voice rang out over the intercom on the desk, “The man has arrived.”

James’ eyes lit up imperceptibly and his body sat up a little straighter.

“Then invite Miss. Angela up.” Minister Durwyn frowned.

The man there paused for a moment and stammered for half a day, not saying anything.

Minister Durwyn had been defeated by James and now his chest was filled with anger, “You what? I told you to bring Miss Angela up here, don’t you understand?”

“No, no. It’s that of those who came back,” the man’s voice was getting smaller, “there was no Miss. Angela. the old man said they dragged Mr. Lawson’s men behind them for a while and let the three brothers bring Angela back first. As a rule ……”

Minister Durwyn’s heart stuttered, he glanced at James hastily and scolded, “Shut up! Contact the people who took Miss Angela immediately and order them to bring Miss Angela to me in ten minutes!”

To be on the safe side, he had someone drive the most ordinary black Volkswagen. It was the fear that when he hijacked Angela, if he was spotted, it would be easy to merge into the traffic and escape.

But now it seems …… did he not arrange the car that took Angela, but was just misunderstood by those under his command?

James narrowed his eyes slightly as his mind flashed back to the black VW in those pictures on the news and guessed that possibility as well.

But he could not leave like that even though he was not sure yet.

“But …… but …… but Lao San said he didn’t get a good look at the brothers and didn’t know who to contact.” Before Minister Durwyn could get angry, the man hurriedly said, “But Lao San remembered the license plate number and has just contacted the traffic police, so he will be able to find out the owner’s information soon.”