"Those useless pieces of trash! They couldn't even keep one person in check!"
Li Fu'an had hired people, expecting that even if they didn't kill Meng Jingwei, they could at least permanently detain her in an inconspicuous mental hospital on the outskirts of Lancheng, making her disappear forever.
But who knew that the person would actually escape.
"Quickly contact them. Don't let her find Elder Madam Qing," Li Fu'an was somewhat flustered.
"Wait."
As soon as Li Fu'an finished speaking, Zhao Ruolan raised her hand to stop him. "Perhaps, we still have a way."
"What way?"
Li Fu'an turned to look at Zhao Ruolan, full of anticipation.
Zhao Ruolan, who was sitting on the sofa, stood up, walked to his side, and lowered her voice, saying, "..."
...
At the same time, Meng Jingwei hid in the trunk of a stranger's car and sped away.
After an unknown distance, when the car suddenly stopped, Meng Jingwei's heart tightened with worry.
Had they caught up?
The woman driving did not speak, nor did she open the trunk. Therefore, Meng Jingwei, hidden in the trunk, dared not make a sound.
*Bang!*
Suddenly, she heard the sound of the car window being smashed, accompanied by a woman's scream.
"Ah, what are you doing? Let me go, let me go!"
It was clear that the woman was in danger and was resisting.
At that moment, Meng Jingwei couldn't care about anything else. She directly pulled the emergency release in the trunk and jumped out, shouting, "Let me go..."
Before she could finish the word "go," she froze in place, staring dumbfounded at the people in front of her.
What greeted her eyes were five or six foreign men dressed in camouflage, wearing berets. They were all strong and sturdy, looking very much like foreign mercenaries.
Holy crap!
What...
What was going on?
Meng Jingwei was well aware of the Li family's capabilities. Even if they sent assassins to kill her, she, a weak woman who couldn't even carry a shoulder pole or lift her hand, didn't need five or six professional thugs to assassinate her.
The cost had been raised!
Meng Jingwei was stunned.
Who am I?
Where am I?
No, who is the woman driving? And what are these professional thugs doing?
Her appearance attracted the attention of the five or six men. They all looked over, sizing up Meng Jingwei, then looked at the capable woman in professional attire and asked in broken Chinese, "Who is she?"
"She... I don't know her. I just met her on the road asking for help, and happened to save her," the woman explained.
Although every word was truer than gold, the professional thugs looked at each other, unconvinced.
The blond man at the head had a scar on his face. He waved to the person beside him, "Take her with us."
So, two men walked towards Meng Jingwei. Just as she was about to resist, she vaguely saw... guns behind them!
For safety reasons, Meng Jingwei did not resist. Like fish on a chopping board, she was taken together into a black commercial vehicle.
The two sat in the middle row, with a professional thug sitting beside them, arms crossed, exuding a killing aura and an imposing presence that was truly terrifying.
Meng Jingwei then turned her head to look at the woman beside her and asked, "Who are you? And who are these people?"
The capable woman in professional attire shrugged and shook her head, "I told you, I didn't want to save you. You insisted on getting into my car."
Meng Jingwei: "..."
Bad luck!
She definitely didn't check the almanac before going out.
"Where are they taking us?" Meng Jingwei asked unwillingly, trying to get more information.
"I don't know."
"Will... will there be a risk to my life?"
"It depends on fate."
"Depends on fate?" Meng Jingwei's eyes widened in disbelief. "I'm not a fortune teller, what fate am I supposed to look at?"
"Shut up!"
Just as Meng Jingwei was startled, the foreign man beside her grumbled unpleasantly.
Meng Jingwei's face darkened. "If you have a mouth, you can speak. Why should I shut up? Are you the police of the Pacific, interfering so much! You..."
Feeling annoyed, she yelled at the man. But before she could finish speaking, she saw the man unhurriedly take out a pistol from his camouflage uniform. The dark muzzle pointed directly at her face. "Hmm?"
Meng Jingwei's eyebrows shot up in fear, her arrogant demeanor instantly vanishing. She gave a sheepish smile, "Hehehe, just kidding, just a joke. Big brother really has no sense of humor."
She smiled, but her eyes drifted to the pistol in the man's hand, an improved m9a1, widely used in M country.
She said no more, sitting quietly in the car. However, she heard them conversing in English and vaguely understood their identities.
They were... mercenaries!
Hiring mercenaries to take away the woman beside her, then who was the woman beside her?
A string of questions swirled in her mind. Meng Jingwei was truly on the verge of collapse, yet she could also feel that she was in danger, with her life at risk at any moment.
She still had adoptive parents at home; she absolutely could not die.
The car drove on, entering the Lanxia Expressway. The Lanxia Expressway runs from north to south. Where were they going?
Along the way, Meng Jingwei tried to escape using various excuses, but all failed.
Finally, the car drove for a full three days and reached the largest ferry port in the southernmost part of China. The two were bound and taken onto a cruise ship.
Then they were locked in a small dark room on the cruise ship. The dark room was like a copper wall and iron barrier, very secure. Only a small window, too small for even a piece of clothing to pass through, let in a sliver of sunlight.
After three days, Meng Jingwei finally learned that the woman beside her was named Shu Yao!
Once the door was locked, Meng Jingwei stood up directly from the floor, tossed the ropes tied to her wrists aside, tore off the tape stuck to her mouth, and paced back and forth in the small room, stretching her muscles and bones.
"Mmm..."
Shu Yao, whose hands were tied behind her back and her feet bound, watched Meng Jingwei move freely and tried to say something to her. But because her mouth was covered with tape, her words only turned into muffled "mmmph."
Meng Jingwei, dressed in a hospital gown, crossed her arms, leaned against the wall, and looked down at Shu Yao with cold eyes. She raised an eyebrow and asked, "Are you asking why I can break free from the ropes?"
Shu Yao nodded.
"Heh, with this kind of rope binding, do you think it can stop me?"
She sneered contemptuously.
Shu Yao, sitting on the floor, shook her hands behind her back and kept mumbling "mmmph" at Meng Jingwei.
Meng Jingwei leaned lazily against the wall, swinging her legs, and shook her head indifferently, "Sorry, I'm not in the same trench as you, and I don't know you."
"Mmmph..."
What was she saying again? Meng Jingwei simply walked over and directly tore off the tape from her face. "Confess. Who exactly are you, and who are they? I'll help you untie yourself."
During these three days, Meng Jingwei had tried multiple times to find an opportunity to escape, but had not succeeded.
She had to admit that these people were all professionally trained, with sharp minds, keen insight, and extremely high anti-reconnaissance capabilities.