258: Borrowing a Corpse to Resurrect the Soul_1

In a city like the capital, there is no desolate wilderness.

How could such a place, where every inch of land is valuable and even hell itself might be dug open for real estate development, allow for a desolate wilderness to exist?

At this moment, John Brown is on the rooftop of a factory building in the outskirts of town.

This building was most likely going to be used as a factory by some company. It was completed but still in the process of landscaping.

It had not yet started operation.

John Brown was tied to a chair, looking at the gang of kidnappers who were plotting something. For a moment, he didn't know what to say.

Moreover, the head kidnapper didn't seem like a very intelligent person, practically broadcasting his stupidity.

John Brown even doubted whether this man was really the mastermind behind it all.

How could such a simpleton outwit Amelia Cobb?

"Are you sure someone is coming with the money?" The kidnapper walked up to John Brown and kicked him.