Zhang Heng was tied to a chair. He didn't know how long it took. Someone reached out and took off the black blindfold on his face. Only then did he find himself sitting in an abandoned factory.
Zhang Heng's head was a little groggy. After being controlled outside the apartment door, he was put into the car and blindfolded. He had no idea what was happening around him. He could only barely judge it from the driving time of the vehicle. He should still be in Tokyo, but he should be in the suburbs.
He knew that he was careless. In fact, no matter how calm and careful he was, this was the first time he had been involved in such a thing. It was inevitable that there would be mistakes. This group of people had obviously done some trick somewhere to find the small apartment.
As if to answer his doubts, a guy with a slender face pulled out a bubblegum-sized black locator from the inside of Ameko's bag.
This thing should have been stuffed into the blue Toyota when the girl was tied into it. At that time, Ameko was in a coma and would not know what happened. The place where the locator was hidden was concealed enough. When she woke up Once you arrive, it will be difficult to find it unless you explore it inch by inch.
Zhang Heng raised his eyebrows, "Where is Ameko."
The two were separated after going downstairs, and they were probably put into different cars. Zhang Heng has not seen the girl since then.
"Consider your own situation first." The stern man's tone was unkind, and he looked at someone with strong hostility in his eyes.
Zhang Heng finally saw who this guy was.
He had punched the other person outside the door before. No wonder the tall man didn't have a good look on him now.
"Oh, we can settle our accounts now." The flat-footed man put down the locator in his hand and rubbed his hands.
However, at this moment, a deep voice came from behind him, "Okay, that's it. Let me talk to him."
"Yes, team leader." The tall man's expression changed immediately upon hearing this, he bowed respectfully, and then withdrew.
A short man walked up to Zhang Heng. He moved another stool and sat down. "It was not the organization's original intention to involve you and Ms. Ameko in this matter. I would like to apologize on behalf of myself."
Zhang Heng was noncommittal about this.
"The vice president had a small grudge against Tsuchiya Yosuke, oh, Mr. Takeda Tetsuya twenty-two years ago. He sent me to handle this matter. He originally planned to throw Tsuchiya Yosuke directly into the sea to feed the sharks. , but Mr. Vice President temporarily changed his mind and decided to give him a chance."
"What are the original words of the vice president... The grievances between drivers should be resolved in the driver's way." The short man said leisurely, "So I carefully set up a stage for Tsuchiya Yosuke, but there is still one missing Supporting role, this gives me a big headache, because Mr. Tsuchiya Yosuke has never been very likable. He has not made any friends in so many years. I heard that you have been helping him deliver goods for more than half a year. How about it? Are you interested in playing together?"
"Do I have any other choice besides this?" Zhang Heng said calmly. Although the short man looked more polite than his accomplices, it was precisely because of this that Zhang Heng knew very well that the other person's question did not mean anything. Ask for your own advice.
"I like to communicate with smart people, it can save a lot of time talking nonsense." The short man pulled out a knife, turned behind Zhang Heng, and cut the rope on his hand, "The game is very simple, you two No matter who wins this game, I will let you three go, but if you lose...believe me, you don't want to know the result."
Zhang Heng moved his wrist. He seriously considered whether to knock down the short man in front of him, take the knife from him, and use him as a hostage. However, the two iron towers standing in front of the factory gate were the same. The figure made him finally give up the idea, and now he had no way out.
“How many people are playing, where are they, and what are the rules?”
"Don't worry, you will know these things when the time comes. Now let's relax and pick a racing car." After the short man finished speaking, he clapped his hands, and the two gatekeepers walked to the center of the factory, where there was a blocked area. In the up area, they pulled down the hood, revealing the race car underneath.
There are five vehicles in total, including a red Nissan 180SX, a silver BMW M5, a gray Mercedes-Benz AMG GT, a yellow Dodge Viper and a blue Ford Rap F-150.
"The performance of these cars has all been adjusted. You can choose the way you like to drive. If you are not satisfied, you can modify it yourself. We can provide you with parts. The competition will be at zero o'clock tonight. Just finish it before this time. How about it? Which car do you like?" The short man didn't walk away in a hurry after saying that. He seemed to be curious about what choice Zhang Heng would make.
Unexpectedly, the latter just looked at those colorful sports cars and then withdrew his gaze and said, "Sorry, can I drive my own car?"
"Your own car? What is it, a Porsche 911? Aston Martin? Ferrari?"
"The second-generation Mitsubishi L300 launched in Japan in 1982," Zhang Heng said truthfully, "is parked downstairs in the apartment where you kidnapped people."
"Civilian van?" the short man was surprised.
Zhang Heng nodded. The L300 had been completely changed after his modifications, and its performance had soared. However, it was still incomparable with serious sports cars. The guy opposite was not stingy. The five cars on display were all absolutely good cars, and The reason he was willing to give Zhang Heng time to modify was to prove from the side that he had not tampered with these cars.
However, Zhang Heng knew very well that no matter how good the car was in the competition, it would not be as easy to use as a car he was familiar with.
"This is a reasonable request, and I can satisfy it, but are you sure?" the short man asked again.
Zhang Heng nodded.
So the short man waved his hand, and a few more people walked in and drove away all the cars parked inside. He took another deep look at Zhang Heng and said, "I'll see you in the evening."
This time, Zhang Heng was the only one left in the abandoned factory. He saw the water and food on the table, which should be for him to replenish his energy. In addition, there was a game console in the corner for him to kill time. For a kidnapped hostage, these conditions were not very good, but Zhang Heng also became more and more convinced that this competition was not a temporary initiative.
This group of people had obviously planned for a long time. As far as the guys who fought him before were concerned, they probably didn't have any professional training, but there were quite a few of them. Even if the owner of the aquatic product store and Ameko wanted to force their way out, It's not very realistic, and his mobile phone was confiscated immediately, so he can't contact the outside world now.
I can only eat something simple and wait quietly for the game to come.
