Zhang Heng was tied to a chair. He didn't know how long it took before 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 he was controlled outside the apartment door, he was stuffed into the car and blindfolded. He didn't know anything about what happened around him. I should still be in Tokyo, but I should be in the suburbs.
He knew that he was careless. In fact, no matter how calm and careful he was, it was the first time he was involved in such a thing. It was inevitable that there would be mistakes. This group of people obviously manipulated somewhere to find the small apartment.
As if to answer the doubts in his heart, a guy with a small plate turned out a piece of black locator the size of bubble gum from the inside of Ameko's small bag.
This thing should have been stuffed into the blue Toyota when the girl was tied up. At that time, Ameko was in a coma and would not know what happened. The place where the locator was hidden was hidden enough. She woke up It's hard to find out unless you grope every inch.
Zhang Heng raised his eyebrows, "Where is Ameko?"
The two were separated after going downstairs. They should have been stuffed into different cars. Zhang Heng hasn't seen the girl since then.
"Think about your own situation first." Bancun Nan said in a bad tone, and he looked at someone with a strong hostility.
Zhang Heng finally saw who this guy was.
He had punched the opponent outside the door before, no wonder Bancunnan didn't have a good look at him now.
"Heh, we can settle our accounts now." Bancun Nan put down the locator in his hand and said eagerly.
However, at this moment, a deep voice came from behind him, "Okay, let's stop here, let me chat with him."
"Yes, team leader." Bancun Nan's expression immediately changed when he heard the words, he bowed respectfully, and then retreated.
A short man walked up to Zhang Heng, and he moved another stool to sit down, "It was not the organization's intention to get you and Ms. Ameko involved in this matter, and I would like to express my apologies on behalf of the individual."
Zhang Heng was noncommittal about this.
"The vice-president, twenty-two years ago... had a little grievance with Yosuke Tsuchiya, oh, that is, Mr. Tetsuya Takeda. He sent me to deal with this matter. He originally planned to throw Yosuke Tsuchiya directly into the sea to feed the sharks. But the vice president changed his mind temporarily and decided to give him a chance."
"What is the original words of the vice president... the grievances between the drivers should be resolved by the way of the drivers." The short man said leisurely, "so I carefully built a stage for Tsuchiya Yosuke, but there is still one supporting role missing , This gave me a very headache, because Mr. Tsuchiya Yosuke has not been very likable, and he has not made any friends for so many years. I heard that you have been helping him deliver goods for more than half a year. How about it? I'm not interested in playing together."
"Are there any other choices besides this?" Zhang Heng asked calmly. Although the short man looked more refined than his accomplice, Zhang Heng knew very well that the other party's question was not Ask for your own opinion.
"I like to communicate with smart people, which can save a lot of time for nonsense." The short man took out a knife, turned behind Zhang Heng, and cut the rope for him, "The game is very simple, the two of you No matter who wins this game, I will let the three of you go, but if you lose... trust me, you will not want to know the result."
Zhang Heng flexed his wrist. He has seriously considered whether to try to knock down the short man in front of him, take the knife from him, and use him as a hostage, but the two iron towers standing in front of the factory are the same. The figure made him finally give up this idea, and now he has no way out.
"How many people are there in the game, where are they, and what are the rules?"
"Don't worry, you'll know about these things in due time. Now let's relax and pick a racing car." The short man clapped his hands after he finished speaking, and the two gatekeepers walked to the center of the factory, where there was a covered area For the raised area, they pulled down the upper hood to reveal the race car below.
There are five cars in total, namely red Nissan 180SX, silver BMW M5, gray Mercedes-AMG GT, yellow Dodge Viper and blue Ford RA F-150.
"The performance of these cars has all been tuned. You can choose the driving you like. If you are not satisfied, you can also modify it yourself. We can provide you with parts. The race will be at midnight tonight. Just finish it before this time. How about it, which one do you like?" The short man didn't walk away in a hurry after speaking, he seemed curious about what choice Zhang Heng would make.
Unexpectedly, the latter just glanced at those colorful sports cars, then looked away, 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 that went on the market in Japan in 1982," Zhang Heng said truthfully, "is parked right below the apartment where you kidnapped people."
"Civilian van?" The short man was surprised.
Zhang Heng nodded. The L300 has been completely changed after his explosive modification, and its performance has soared, but it still can't compare with a serious sports car. The guy opposite is not stingy. The reason why Zhang Heng was willing to give time to refit is to prove from the side that he did not tamper with these cars.
However, Zhang Heng knew very well that no matter how good a car was in the race, it was not as easy to use as a car he was familiar with.
"It's a reasonable request, and I can accommodate 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, "Then I'll see you tonight."
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 energy. In addition, there was a game console in the corner for him to pass the time. For a kidnapped hostage, the conditions were not too good, but Zhang Heng also became more and more convinced that this competition was not a temporary idea.
This group of people obviously planned for a long time. As far as the guys who fought against him before, they should not have mentioned any professional training, but there are quite a few of them, even if the owner of the aquatic product store and Ameko want to forcefully leave It's not realistic, and his mobile phone was confiscated immediately, so he can't get in touch with the outside world now.
I could only simply eat something and quietly wait for the game to come.