After divorce I am a billionaire novel Chapter 1045

Alistair stopped his tears in an instant and shouted firmly at him, "Daddy will save me! He will definitely save me!"
The wind on the rooftop was very cold, and Spencer's face was almost bloodless pale.
The boy had handsome eyebrows and eyes, and his extremely pale skin made him look like an angel. However, the corners of his weak lips were curved with a mocking smile. "I also think he will save you."
In this way, he can continue to retaliate without restraint.
Didi -
There was a car honking not far away, which was particularly noticeable in the quiet environment.
Several bandits chatting in the corner immediately straightened up and stood at the edge of the rooftop, gazing into the distance.
"The person who is giving money has arrived, and he moves really fast."
Several people burst into laughter.
On the country road, 200 meters away from the abandoned building, there was only Anthony.
One hundred million cash was too much, so Anthony brought a cart and piled it high with black cloth-covered stacks.
The road in the suburbs was flat and easy to walk on. Anthony only walked up to a distance of 30 meters from the abandoned building when he was ordered to stop by someone on the rooftop.
Several kidnappers wearing masks laughed wildly, "Anthony Callahan, you come very. Sure enough, to seize your son is equal to seize the whole Callahan Group group. This feeling is really cool."
Anthony's face turned cold and he paid no attention to anything else, getting straight to the point, "The money you wanted has been delivered. Release them."
The leader laughed even more wildly, grabbing Alistair's collar from behind and pressing him against the porcelain tile fence at the edge of the rooftop.
"Daddy! Daddy, save me! Waaahhh..."
Alistair had never seen such a scene before, with the distance of eight floors high. He was so scared that his face turned pale, afraid of being pushed down.
Anthony's eyes turned red with anger, and he immediately wanted to go upstairs.
"Stand there. If you move forward, I'll push him off!" "yelled the leader.
Anthony stopped, his blue eyes seemed to contain hurricane, and his fist quivered under his cuff. "I've given you what you want, and if he gets hurt, I'll make your life a living hell."
The leader laughed heartily, not taking it seriously, and grabbed Spencer's collar from behind, making him stand up and block in front of him.
"Anthony Callahan, you may have misunderstood me. One billion can only release one person."
The red glow on the horizon gradually faded, but Anthony's expression could still be clearly seen from the rooftop.
His handsome and cold face was ravenously insidious. He restrained his anger, gnashing his teeth, "You release them two. I will continue to be your hostage. I am in charge of the Callahan family. If you can hold my life, you can hold the whole Callahan Group.
The leader was not fooled. "Everyone knows that you used to be the director of the Security Agency. You're very skillful. I know I can't handle you."
He took a sharp dagger out of his pocket and put it around Spencer's neck. "If there's only a hundred million, you will have to take one."
"Should you take your biological son or godson?"
Alistair struggled as he was held down by the bandit beside him, with his hands and feet restrained. He was also pushed one inch closer to the edge of the rooftop.
As night approached, the wind grew stronger and Alistair screamed in terror. His fear of heights had turned his face pale.
"Daddy! Daddy, save me! I'm about to die!"
In contrast to his panicked and fearful demeanor, Spencer remained surprisingly calm and composed, even with a knife held to his neck. His gaze was contemptuous and indifferent.
"Anthony, make your choice."
Anthony's eyes turned crimson, and his brows furrowed tightly as he answered without hesitation, "I want both of them."
"If you're too greedy, then you won't get any of them. You must make choices!"
The leader got angry and moved the tip of the knife against Spencer's neck an inch closer. The sharp blade left a faint mark of blood.
Spencer gritted his teeth in pain and closed his eyes in resignation.
Anthony saw it, his veins bulging on his forehead and his eyes turning deep red with anger. "I choose Spencer, let him go."
As soon as these words were spoken, everyone on the rooftop was stunned.
Alistair stopped calling for help and struggling, tears streaming down his face as he stared blankly at Anthony below.
In the face of life and death, did his father really choose to spare Spencer's life and let him die?
Was he not as important to hid father as Spencer, even though he'd been around for longer?
Alistair experienced despair for the first time at the age of five.
Beside him, Spencer opened his eyes and stared at Anthony in shock.
The leader lowered his knife and loosened his grip on Spencer. "You even give up your own son. Anthony, you are really cruel.
He spoke and directly picked up Alistair, without even blinking his eyes, and threw him off the eighth floor rooftop. You don't seem to like your son very much, so let me kill him for you."
He said, picking up Alistair and throwing him off the eighth floor roof without blinking--
"Ah!!"
The shrill screams of immaturity and terror echoed.
Anthony immediately ran over and caught Alistair with his body before he hit the ground. The huge inertia caused them to fall to the ground together and roll two rounds without hurting any vital parts.
His arm was somewhat dislocated, and his jawline was tight as he always protected the little kid in his arms, ensuring that Alistair didn't suffer any harm.
Alistair had been scared unconscious and was now limp in his arms.
The bandit on the rooftop saw this, immediately grabbed a pistol, aimed at Anthony and fired several shots.
Bang!
It was a gunshot from a distance. A sniper shot hit the leader in the heart, blood splattered, and he fell on the spot.
The other kidnappers were frightened and immediately lay down, hiding in the blind spot of the sniper.
The entire rooftop was empty except for Spencer, who was still standing.
White clothes were elegant and he was independent from the world.
With his hands tied behind his back, his cold and indifferent expression revealed a calmness beyond his years.
He looked coldly at the several bandits lying on the ground and said, "My dad is coming. You can't beat him with those things in your hands, and you can't take the money either. It's better to run away quickly."
Life is the most important thing.
Several kidnappers exchanged glances and seemed to silently agree on a decision.
The next second, Spencer was tackled.
The man pressed him to the ground. "I'm afraid Malcolm White has set an ambush. We're going to have a hard time getting out. Kid, give us another ride."
Spencer looked indifferent and sneered, "To the Palace of Hell?"
His words always made people uncomfortable, but now the kidnappers didn't have time to argue with him. They grabbed him and lifted him up.
The kidnappers hid behind him, used him as cover, held the muzzle of their gun to his back, and shouted across the open countryside, "Malcolm White! Our lives are worthless, but your son's life is the most precious. If you don't want him dead, remove your men, let us take the money, and prepare a car for us!"
"If you agree, let the sniper fire three empty shots into the sky!"
The air was so quiet that only the sound of the wind can be heard.
One second, two seconds...
Two brief minutes passed, and then three loud gunshots were heard in the distance.
They were empty shots, and Malcolm agreed.
Their joy only lasted for two seconds, and a flexible figure flashed into the roof, speedy extremely to knock out one of the kidnappers and snatch away the pistol.
By the time the other two kidnappers reacted, Anthony had turned the tables on them, shooting them twice in the hand.
The guns dropped, and the kidnappers had no choice but to surrender, "Don't kill me. We're just paid to do this."
Anthony confiscated the guns, his deep eyes filled with a murderous intent, yet he still maintained some rationality and did not pull the trigger.
Spencer raised an eyebrow and casually looked at the kidnappers, "It seems like you're not going to the palace of hell, but to the interrogation room instead. That's a fun place to be. Congratulations."