Chapter 912 Frank's Plan

Dun dun dun, Cassell drank two glasses of whiskey in a row, breathed out a heavy breath of alcohol, and leaned weakly against the cabinet by the wall, "So you are my father? My father is a spy?"

"To be precise, it's an intelligence agent." Frank nodded, looking at Cassel with some special emotions in his eyes.

Jack picked up the wine glass on the floor and tilted his head towards Brian. The two quietly walked into the small kitchen nearby, leaving some private space for the father and son. Although the attic was not soundproof at all because it was too small, You always have to do some posture.

Brian also took the remaining half bottle of whiskey on the table, obviously he also needed a few sips to calm down.

"Does my mother know? Uh, I mean, does she know that you are a spy?" Cassel swallowed and asked nervously.

Frank hummed, "Maybe, what did she tell you about me?"

"Well" Cassel said, lost in some memories, even a little embarrassed, "She said it was a very special night and she fell in love.

But when I woke up the next day, I found that you were gone and I never saw you again. "

We are all adults, and there were no angry questions or excited words. Both sides of this father-son game were extremely rational and restrained.

"Yes, that night I had just completed a mission and returned to the country. At least I thought it was completed at the time, but early the next morning I received news that the situation had gotten a little out of control and I had to leave first.

When I returned to China a year later, I was surprised to discover your existence. ” Frank was lost in memories.

Cassel's tone rose slightly, with a hint of questioning in his tone, "So you have known about my existence? Our existence for all these years? But until you retired, you never showed up?"

"I am different from your companion. After he retires, he can stay with his family as long as he hides his former identity. However, my job prevents me from having close relationships with anyone, let alone communication."

Frank explained calmly, "But I have been paying attention to you, and we have met before."

As he spoke, he opened the drawer, took out a brown wig from it, and put it on his head under Cassel's surprised gaze, his tone full of regret.

"I still had hair at that time."

Jack subconsciously poked his head out of the kitchen and looked out. He didn't know if it was psychological. After Frank had hair, he actually felt that except for their noses, the two of them really looked like father and son, especially Nasolabial folds on both sides of the nose and a plump chin.

"You were only ten years old at that time. Your mother took you to the library. You were looking for a book, so I handed you that one." Frank was picked up by Cassel before he could finish his words.

""Casino Royale"!" Cassel's eyes suddenly turned red.

Frank smiled and nodded, "Yes, that's right."

Cassel's voice even contained a little choked up, "You know what? It was that book that made me determined to become a writer."

"So when I saw that your first novel was a spy novel, I couldn't believe it." Frank was obviously moved, and the corners of his eyes were wet.

"So you have read my book?" Cassel was overjoyed and even felt a little proud of being his son.

Frank put his hand on Cassel's shoulder and nodded slightly, "Of course, I read every book. Later, when you wanted to go to Langley to research and look up some information, I helped a little.

Although this is trivial, it does give me a sense of being a father, accompanying my son as he grows up, even if it is only in secret. "

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Unfortunately, there wasn't much time for the father and son to slowly reminisce about old times. After both of them had calmed down, Jack walked out of the kitchen with the rewashed cup.

"So who is the mastermind behind the kidnapping?"

At this time, Frank's expression returned to his usual relaxed expression, and he took off the wig, "Gregor Volkov, a former KGB defected agent. I fought with him in Paris twelve years ago. He will I was blamed for my wife’s death.”

So the reason why the three girls were kidnapped to Paris is explained, and the other party's real purpose is revenge.

Jack did not pursue the unanswerable question of whether the other party's wife really died at the hands of Frank. "I'm surprised that you didn't take the initiative to kill him."

"I did think about it, but later he was caught by the KGB and imprisoned in a secret prison in Chechnya. He should have been imprisoned for life, but he escaped and then got involved with some extremist organizations, obsessed with finding and Kill me."

Frank sighed with emotion, "You did a pretty good job before, finding their hiding place so quickly, even though it was Volkov's deliberate exposure.

But he didn't expect that you were also on guard, let alone that I had found his current location. "

"Then what are we waiting for?" Cassel couldn't wait. The extremely short encounter before gave him great confidence, or in other words, based on what he saw with his own eyes, he believed that the three guys in front of him were omnipotent.

"It's not us, but the three of us. And before that, I need to make a call to gain some strategic advantages." Frank glanced at Jack and Brian, took out his mobile phone, and dialed the number he had written down before. that number.

The call was quickly connected, but no one on either side spoke. After a long silence, a deep voice with a strong Russian accent came from the other side of the phone, "It's you? You killed my people in the woods? After so many years, you finally showed up!"

"Let them go, Volkov, this is a grudge between you and me." Frank said.

"Did you let Anna go at the beginning? No, it's time to end it all. One life for two lives, you still have something to gain, right? Tomorrow morning at six o'clock, outside the Bourbon Palace.

You know where it is, right where you started. As long as you show up, I will let them go. If you don't come, believe me, you will receive many, many wonderful videos.

Next is your son, your woman, every relative you care about and the people around them." After leaving these harsh words, the phone was hung up. Obviously, the other party did not expect to track a professional agent through the phone.

"What should we do? If you know me, you should know that I am willing to do anything for Alexis." Cassel thought Frank really intended to take the risk himself, just like he did today, to lure the other party out.

"Of course not, I said, this call is just to gain a little strategic advantage for us, let him think we will wait until tomorrow morning." While talking, Frank took out a few architectural blueprints and spread them on the table.