The next day, at around seven in the morning, in the Aling neighborhood of Washington, two cars were moving slowly along the edge of the street.
This is a well-known wealthy residential area in the entire District 1. The world-famous pentagonal building 3000 years ago was located here. According to statistics, the per capita annual income of this area was more than 100,000 US dollars at that time.
In front of a detached villa, a plump Chinese woman, with her little son, was scolding the driver next to a car.
"I told you that he has an arts exam today, how can you still be late? Don't you want to do this job anymore?!" The woman cursed fiercely, "You ask for a raise every day, but you fail at the critical moment. What use do I have for you? If you can't make it today, don't come to work..."
"Excuse me, ma'am!" the driver responded with a nod.
While the two were communicating, a man in a suit and leather shoes came out of the courtyard, carrying a briefcase and urging them, "Stop arguing, I'm almost too late, let's go."
"Let's go." The wife glanced at her husband, opened the door and was about to get in the car.
“Buzz!”
The sound of roaring motors rang out, and suddenly two SUVs appeared from the opposite side of the street, one in front and one behind, blocking the Chinese couple's luxury business car.
“Bang!”
The car door popped open, and a masked man rushed down with a gun, pointed it at the man in the suit’s chest and yelled, “Stop shouting!”
At the same time, another three masked men stepped forward swiftly and roughly dragged the woman and the little boy of six or seven years old towards the car.
"What are you doing?!" The man in the suit yelled in horror: "I am...!"
“Bang!”
Before he could finish his words, the butt of a gun hit the man in the suit in the face.
The sun was shining brightly on the wide street, and suddenly a few women's shouts were heard.
Not long after, neighbor Markley looked out curiously from the courtyard and saw that the cars were parked neatly in front of the Chinese couple's villa and the door was locked, with nothing unusual.
"Fighting again? Idiot! Why don't you take revenge by shitting on the bed?" Markley muttered to himself, then turned around and went to tidy up the flowers and plants in front of his house.
In the two off-road vehicles, the criminals did not take off their masks. They only threatened the family of three and the driver with guns and quickly fled the scene.
On the passenger seat, a man of medium build lowered his head and sent a text message on his new SIM card phone: "The person is in my hands."
…
On a street in downtown Washington, DC.
Su Tianyu, Hou Guoyu, Fei Pingsheng, and Daxiong who had just arrived, a total of eight people were sitting in the car, eating bread and drinking water.
In the co-pilot seat, Hou Guoyu was so sleepy that he kept yawning. He turned his head to look at Su Tianyu and asked, "What are our ideas?"
"What ideas do you have? Gu Baishun has lost contact, and it's impossible for us to find him." Su Tianyu ate the bread in big mouthfuls: "We can only find the person he wants to find."
"Are you talking about Jing Yan?" On the way, Fei Pingsheng had already listened to Liuzi's narration of what happened.
"We can only lock him up." Su Tianyu nodded.
"I just have one question." Fei Pingsheng looked at Su Tianyu eagerly: "If Jing Yan hadn't coerced Gu Baishun, then would we have come here in vain?"
"The internal struggle of the Coders Association actually involves the interests of three parties. The garrison and Zhang Ming, our side, and Jing Yan." Su Tianyu tore open another piece of bread and continued eating while saying, "It's not in the interests of the garrison to deal with Zhou Peng, and it's not in our interests to deal with Brother Wei. Apart from these two sides, who is left?"
"The chances of Jing Yan being the one are really high." Fei Pingsheng sighed, "You're right. We don't have much of a choice. Apart from this line, we don't have any other clues."
"Let's wait for the people Director Liu has arranged to come find us." Su Tianyu looked down at his watch and said, "We don't know when we'll leave, so let's not look for a hotel. If anyone is tired, just rest in the car for a while."
"Okay, I'll take a nap." After Fei Pingsheng finished his meal, he lay down in the back seat and closed his eyes.
Outside the car, Hou Guoyu looked at the big bear who was even stronger than himself and asked casually, "Are you a professional UFC fighter?"
"No... No, amateur." Big Bear shook his head.
"I heard that you haven't lost in the last dozen games," Hou Guoyu said, somewhat unconvinced. "That's pretty impressive, right?"
Big Bear blinked his eyes, his expression full of confidence: "I can only say... I can only say that I am forcing the king."
"Damn, let's practice later!" Hou Guoyu was somewhat suffering from a middle school syndrome.
"You... you can't beat me."
"Come on, try it!" Hou Guoyu stretched out his palm: "Bend my wrist, let me see how strong you are."
Su Tianyu looked at the two people in the car speechlessly: "Are you idle? Are you mentally ill? Can you be more mature?!"
…
Washington.
In an apartment building in an ordinary neighborhood, an old lady sat at the window, looking at the scenery outside with a calm expression.
She is Gu Baishun’s mother, and she has been kidnapped for several days.
There was a sound of footsteps, and a young man walked in from outside the door, holding a simple self-heating fast food in his hand. He walked to the window and said, "Eat something."
Gu Baishun's mother didn't even look up at the other person, she just replied calmly: "Put it here, thank you."
The young man placed the dinner plate on the windowsill, turned around and looked at his companion who was sitting at the door, watching the old lady, and said, "Come on, let's play one more round."
Gu Baishun's mother glanced at the plate, supported her legs with both hands, and stood up with difficulty: "I'm going to the toilet."
"Come on, I'll go with you." The young man replied holding his cell phone.
The two of them came to the bathroom door together, and the young man looked down at the screen of his mobile phone: "Don't close the door, go ahead."
Gu Baishun's mother glanced at the other person and said, "What can an old lady like me do?! I want to change my underwear, can you stay away from me?"
"What underwear are you changing into?"
"My kidneys are not good, and my pants are dirty..." Gu Baishun's mother replied with some difficulty: "I am not feeling well."
The young man frowned and said, "Open the door, no one will see you."
"I'm older than your mother. Do you want to watch me change clothes, kid?" Gu Baishun's mother asked in a trembling voice.
The young man glanced at the old lady, put his phone in his pocket helplessly, went into the empty bathroom and checked carefully, then walked out and said, "You are so old, I don't want to embarrass you. You are sensible and can make yourself more comfortable. It will only take two minutes, hurry up!"
After saying that, the young man walked into the living room.
…
afternoon.
Two off-road vehicles stopped next to a wasteland about 30 kilometers away from Aling District. The leading man, who had tied up a family of three with the driver in the urban area, stepped out of the car.
Five minutes later, several more cars arrived and Gu Baishun, wearing a bandit hat, pushed the door open and walked down.
"The people are in the car." The leading man was another backbone member of Gu Baishun's team—Guo Zhengdao.
Gu Baishun paused: "I'll call him."