Chapter 680 Asking for something but not getting it
Ring, ring, ring, ring.
All the machines stopped running, and the factory bell continued to echo in the huge space.
Checks and papers were flying all over the sky, like a storm. Amid the chaos and magnificence, a figure stood up, with a goose-yellow halo falling on him like a spotlight. His whole body was dripping with sweat, and his hair was golden brown. The curly hair is messy and lazy, but you can clearly see the light falling along the muscle lines.
Like a god.
A moment, just a short moment, when the mind and soul are completely sucked into the black hole. This is the movie moment.
Movie moments that are more thrilling than plot, acting, and language.
“Carl?”
Little Frank was slightly startled, unable to believe his eyes.
"Karl!"
A smile blooms, a genuine joy, and the whole world becomes completely brighter.
Step forward and raise your arms high.
“Merry Christmas!”
A smile so bright and so happy.
“We always talk at Christmas, how does it feel? Every Christmas, I talk to you, Carl.”
Yes, three years in a row, three Christmas Eves in a row, Frank Jr. and Carl were always with each other.
And they only have each other.
Karl did not buy it, "Put on your clothes, Frank, you are under arrest."
Karl told little Frank that there were more than twenty French policemen outside and had surrounded the place, but he Frank Jr. was asked to be handcuffed in person, so the other police officers stayed outside and he came in alone.
Obviously, little Frank didn’t believe that more than twenty French police officers worked overtime on Christmas Eve? This sounded like a fantasy, but there were no windows here, so he was going to open the door and take a look.
Carl stopped him. Without his signal, the outside would pull the trigger on anyone who showed up. He handed over the handcuffs and told Little Frank to restrain himself.
Little Frank laughed, he thought that Carl came alone without any backup.
“If you want to catch me, then you have to do it yourself.”
The phone rang in the factory, Karl answered the call, and he said that Officer Luke of the Marseille police asked them to go out immediately , give him only one minute.
Little Frank still doesn't believe it. He knows these tricks. He thinks that Carl asked the hotel front desk to make a call according to the time. He firmly believes that Carl is only one person.
Little Frank kept stuffing the checks scattered on the floor into his pockets and kept walking around the factory, holding a thick pile of checks in his hands and preparing to rush out.
"Frank, Frank, you have to believe me on this."
Called.
"These people are embarrassed, they're angry. You robbed their bank, you stole their money, you lived in their country, and I'm telling you it's going to happen. There's no other way to end it."
Seeing little Frank preparing to break open the front door and rush out, Carl became anxious, "Don't make a mistake."
Little Frank hugged the checks tightly, using all his strength, as if this was the last straw, "Good, this is good, Carl, you know what? Keep making it up, keep making it up, until it becomes true."< br>
Little Frank refused to look at Carl and bumped sideways into the door panel.
"They will kill you." Carl roared.
Little Frank was stunned.
Carl, "If you walk out that door, they will kill you."
Whoosh, whoosh.
Little Frank panted heavily and finally turned his head. Only a ray of light fell on his eyes, which were still clear and bright but bloodshot and full of fatigue.
He looked at Carl with wide eyes, and there was a hint of pleading in his slightly trembling voice, "Is it true?"
Carl stood quietly, facing little Frank's eyes. Looking at his eyes, he nodded slightly, "Yes."
Little Frank walked back with the check in his arms, cautiously approached Carl, trying to see the look in his eyes clearly, "Do you have children? Carl."< br>
Carl swallowed, "I have a four-year-old daughter."
Little Frank, "You swear on your daughter?" "You swear?"
Step by step, little Frank came closer, loosened his hands, and his arms hung down tiredly and heavily, and the checks were scattered all over the floor again.
“You swear?”
Finally, Karl took hold of Little Frank's outstretched right hand, nodded solemnly, and then handed the handcuffs to Little Frank.
Little Frank looked up at Carl. His tired and confused eyes looked at Carl carefully. The sound of singing carols on Christmas Eve came to his ears. The sadness and desolation were brokenly left in place in the severe cold winter. The loneliness grabbed my throat and I could hardly breathe.
Time, freeze.
Just for a moment, the movie shines again.
Then.
Little Frank handcuffed himself.
Bang.
Carl took little Frank and pushed out the door. However, the street outside was quiet and peaceful, and there was no policeman to be seen on the empty winter night.
Haha.
Little Frank smiled, not angry, but smiled, raised his head and looked at Carl, "You just did a great job, Carl."
However, before Karl could respond, police cars swarmed in from all directions and surrounded them all in less than three seconds.
The French police kept shouting French at them, were on full alert, and surrounded Little Frank with black muzzles.
Karl kept emphasizing that the situation was under control, but to no avail. No one paid attention to him or paid attention to him.
The French police ignored Karl and directly escorted Frank Jr. into the car. Karl kept trying to make his voice heard, "I need the official record that Frank Abagnale Jr. was arrested voluntarily."< br>
“Hey, I need you to record this.”
"Where are you going to take him? I should go with you, where are you going to take him? Let me...let me get in the car."
Karl's voice was involved in the chaos inside.
Little Frank huddled up in fear, his blue eyes full of helplessness, he kept searching, but could never find the focus.
Then he saw the choir at the door of the church.
The choir was still singing noble and sacred hymns, but they looked at him warily and distantly, as if he were a monster.
Little Frank was stunned, just stunned.
Karl squeezed in from the side, "Don't worry, Frank, I will extradite you back to the United States, don't worry."
However, the French police ignored Karl, and a group of people walked away. go.
In 1969, on the flight back to New York from Paris.
Seeing New York in front of him, little Frank was not nervous, but instead became happy.
"Carl, you have to remember to call my father as soon as we land. I just want to talk to him before he sees the news on TV or something."
Unexpectedly, Karl He was stunned, his facial expression stiff.
After a moment's hesitation, Carl unbuckled his seat belt, moved from the aisle seat to the middle position, got close to little Frank, looked at the expectant little Frank, and said in a low voice, "Frank, your father passed away. ”
Little Frank was stunned.
“I’m sorry. I don’t want to say anything until I get home.”
"He, he fell down the steps from Grand Central Station while he was catching the train. I didn't want to tell you myself."
Carl didn't even dare to look Little Frank in the eyes.
Little Frank finally turned to look at Carl and smiled, "You're lying, right? Carl, this joke is not funny. You said I could talk to him."
"Karl, you, how can you tell such a lie, how dare you!"
Angry, it grabbed my heart.
(End of this chapter)