Joshua Sulliven gripped the phone tightly, he had indeed not died, he was still alive!
"It seems like for the upcoming period, neither of us, two brothers in distress, will have good days ahead. Why don't you hand over the stuff you hold to me, and I'll help you deal with them," said the man on the other end of the phone.
'Crack--!'
Joshua Sulliven hurled the phone away, and the Black Hawk by his side couldn't help but ask, "But what conditions did the kidnapper propose?"
Joshua Sulliven unbuttoned two buttons on his shirt and said softly, "It's Dragon Carter."
The Black Hawk's face stiffened, and then a deep hatred welled up in his eyes, which eventually turned into profound helplessness and melancholy.
He's not dead!
He really isn't dead!
Glancing at the time, it was almost one-thirty, Joshua Sulliven immediately ordered preparations for a plane and manpower, unable to stop recalling the helicopter he had seen in the room that morning.
