Chapter 682: Fallen leaves return to their roots
FBI.
"Hi, I'm Frank Abagnale and I'm supposed to start work today."
Little Frank appears.
He has neat short hair, a suit and leather shoes, and a handsome appearance, but the difference is that those blue eyes can no longer find the vitality they once had, and a little fatigue and vicissitudes of life are sparsely reflected on his eyebrows. unfold.
Entering the office, except for Carl, little Frank could feel the hostility from the entire office. Everyone stared at him as if they were a monster.
Although the eyes could not cause substantial harm, little Frank could still clearly feel the sharpness falling on his skin.
Slightly uneasy.
"Carl, how long do I need to work here?"
"From 8:15 in the morning to 5:00 in the afternoon, with a 45-minute lunch break."
"No, I...I mean...how long."
"Every day. Every day, Frank, until we let you go."
Little Frank is trapped, from a cage Entering another cage, like a bird with its wings tied up, his restlessness, frustration, and loss were accompanied by the number of files stacked up on the desk, which gripped his throat tightly and made him unable to breathe.
On his way to get off work, little Frank saw a pilot uniform in the clothing display window and couldn't help but stop.
Little Frank found Carl and tried to find something to do for himself on the weekend, but Carl had no time. He was busy because he was going to Chicago to visit his daughter on the weekend. He must now finish his work and avoid working overtime on the weekend; naturally No time for little Frank's weekend.
Frank Jr. leaves Carl's office frustrated.
Back in his office, Frank Jr. looked through the FBI suspect files and saw his own file in it.
After hesitating for a moment, little Frank suddenly tore up the frontal photo taken of himself in prison.
H.
The screening room was stunned——
Including Melvin.
They really thought that the story was over and that when Carl finally arrested Frank Jr., this cat-and-mouse game could come to an end.
However, I never expected that not only was there no problem, but there were actually waves?
Unexpected, completely unexpected!
But calm down and think about it, this is the right thing to do.
Little Frank tried to escape countless times from the FBI and from prison. Time and time again, he was always able to use his intelligence to find a way to escape. Even if he was imprisoned, it would mean that he Can you really settle down?
The answer is obviously no.
So, if the story ends there, it will be incomplete, with no aftertaste, no chewiness, and no room for improvement.
Continuing is the right thing to do.
Sure enough, little Frank was ready to make a move again and ran away again.
"Passengers traveling on American Airlines Flight 355 to Chicago and San Francisco, please prepare to board..."
Airport.
Little Frank appears.
Tall, tall, and chic.
A man wearing a pilot uniform appeared on the stage, just like a model stepping onto a catwalk. His expression was clearly invisible, but he could feel the joy radiating from the inside out from his open shoulders and calm steps.
It seemed that I could finally breathe again.
However.
Immediately afterwards, another figure appeared from behind, not hurriedly, neither fast nor slow, with his hands in his pockets, not in a hurry to catch up, and spoke loudly from a distance.
"How did you do that, Frank?"
It was Carl.
"How did you pass the Louisiana Bar Exam?"
Little Frank's shoulders tightened again, and he turned to look at Carl, "What are you doing here?"
Carl did not answer.
Little Frank took two steps back and distanced himself, "Listen, I'm very sorry for causing you so much trouble..." Karl was very calm, "If you return to Europe, you will die in Perpignan Prison. ”
Perpignan Prison is located in the south of France, on the border with Spain. It is the provincial capital city with the lowest per capita income in France. It has poor public security, chaotic order, and lawlessness. The prison here is famous, and Marseille's criminals often They will all be sent here.
"If you want to travel from here to other parts of the United States, we will lock you up in Atlanta for fifty years."
Frank Jr. doesn't buy it, "I know."
< br>As soon as he turned around, little Frank continued to move forward.
Karl followed closely, "I spent four years trying to get you out. I have to prove to my boss and the chief prosecutor that you will not escape."
Little Frank didn't slow down, "Why did you do that?"
Carl, "You're just a child."
Little Frank, "I'm not your child." A pause, "You said you were going to Chicago."
Carl, "My daughter can't see me this weekend. She's going skiing."
Little Frank frowned, "You said she Four years old. You lied."
Carl, "She was indeed four years old when I left, and now she is fifteen."
Little Frank turned his head and glanced at Carl.
Carl, "My wife has been remarried for eleven years. I see Grace occasionally."
Frank Jr., "I don't understand."
Carl, " No, you understand. Sometimes, it's easier to lie."
These words made little Frank stop and stand at the crossroads, looking down at the ticket in his hand, but did not continue to move forward.
Carl followed, but kept a distance, "I'm going to let you go tonight, Frank, and I won't even stop you. Because I know you'll be back on Monday."
小Frank finally turned around and looked at Karl again, "Haha, how did you know I would come back?"
Carl chuckled, got out of the way, and showed the empty passage behind, "Look, Frank, no one is here Chasing you.”
Without any further words, Karl still put his hands in his pants pockets and turned around to leave leisurely.
Little Frank was stunned. He actually froze in place, staring at Karl's back and lost in thought.
Lens everything, aim at the clock.
In the FBI office, Carl stared at the clock, the sound of the ticking second hand ringing in his eardrums.
Obviously, it’s not just Carl.
Melvin also involuntarily clenched his fists and held his breath, staring at the clock intently. His heart beat slower and slower, but became heavier and heavier.
The sound in the screening room gradually settled down. Like Carl, they were waiting, waiting for a result:
Maybe little Frank will appear, maybe he won't.
Melvin is almost 100% sure that Frank Jr. will appear. No matter what happens in real life, this is Hollywood. They are all looking forward to a happy ending. Only in this way can Frank Jr.'s character arc be able to Complete; but what about that uneasiness and apprehension.
The passage of time makes breathing hot.
However, little Frank did not appear.
Carl asked his secretary, but there was no news from Frank Jr.
Karl put his hands on his hips and lowered his head in disappointment, but there was still work waiting in front of him.
"Good morning, I have called this meeting to discuss a new type of check fraud and forgery in which suspects alter checks and then send them to Arizona..."
A while He rushed towards the conference room with hurried footsteps.
Is it Little Frank?
"This criminal suspect is a gambler, and the check contains five digits..."
Cang Dang.
The conference room door opened, and the entire auditorium, like Carl, held their breath and looked in the direction of the door——
It was not Frank Jr., but another FBI agent, "Sorry, I Late.”
(End of this chapter)