Chapter 369: 369: Fang Bao Dribbles, Jiang Zhi Pursues Wife and Abuses Scum (Second Update)
The call connected quickly, and it was Qiao Nanchu who spoke first, “Just in ti, I was looking for you too.”
Jiang Zhi imdiately guessed, “What happened to Zhou Xufang?”
“She left a ssage for Bai Yang, telling you to return to Imperial City,” that was all he said before the communication device was cut off.
Jiang Zhi’s eyelids lifted, his peach blossom eyes swirling with light and shadow, an expression of panic, “Where is she?”
Qiao Nanchu said, “I don’t know yet; soone has taken off her tracking device.”
Jiang Zhi hung up the phone.
Vice Director Zhao found a mont to ask, “Director Jiang, the actors are ready. Should we start?”
He stood up, “No more shooting.”
“What?” Vice Director Zhao was puzzled, wondering why they had suddenly stopped shooting.
Without even grabbing his coat, Jiang Zhi walked out directly.
Vice Director Zhao pondered, Could it be that yesterday Lin Xia took a call from Director Jiang and failed to soothe the little ancestor at his ho, causing an uproar?
At three thirty in the afternoon, Jiang Zhi arrived in Imperial City. As soon as he got off the plane, a man approached him.
“Are you Mr. Jiang?”
Jiang Zhi sized him up.
The man checked his hair; the handso man with blue hair was undoubtedly him. He handed over a courier box, “Soone asked to give this to you.”
Jiang Zhi did not take it; his gaze was cold and sharp.
The man felt a chill down his spine, “A client asked to co, I’m just delivering this.” He placed the item on the ground and quickly turned to run away.
Once the man was far enough, Jiang Zhi picked up the box, opened it, and found a phone inside. The phone’s contact list had only one number; he dialed it.
“Who are you?”
A hoarse-voiced man replied, “Don’t worry about who I am. If you want your girlfriend unhard, get the money ready.”
Money?
Or is there another motive?
Jiang Zhi, keeping his face calm as he walked outside the airport, his palm sweaty as he gripped the phone, “Let my girlfriend talk.”
He clearly knew Zhou Xufang was incredibly capable, yet he was still terrified.
The man passed the phone to Zhou Xufang; she said only one line, “Jiang Zhi, do as he says.”
“Xufang—”
The phone was taken by soone else, a man cutting him off, “No police, or you’ll only see your girlfriend’s corpse.”
Jiang Zhi asked, “How much money?” He glanced at his watch, three forty-three.
The other side demanded without hesitation, “Ten million.”
Lu Family.
Three fifty-six in the afternoon.
Lu Jingsong asked, “How much do you want?”
“Ten million.”
Ten million?
That was unexpectedly little.
Lu Jingsong, outwardly calm, “How should I deliver it?”
The kidnapper spoke, “No cash, at eight tonight I’ll send you the account number, transfer the money directly to it, best not play any tricks, once the money is in, I’ll release the person imdiately.”
Then, the line was cut off.
Yao Bixi asked her husband, “How much do they want?”
“Ten million.”
She was surprised, “Only ten million?”
Lu Jingsong nodded, “Only ten million.”
It was bizarrely little considering no one in Imperial City was unaware of the Lu Family’s wealth; ten million was but a drop in the ocean.
“Maybe they want a small amount thinking we might call the police or use other ans to track them down.”
Such a small amount of money usually wouldn’t warrant a major upheaval.
Lu Jingsong asked Lu Xinglan, who was sitting at the computer, “Did you find the address?”
“No.” Lu Xinglan pulled up the map, “From Qi Jing Temple to the South Gate, there are eight suspicious vehicles, all the sa model and none with license plates. After passing the South Gate, the surveillance was cut off for ten minutes, then those eight cars vanished.”
He pointed at the map, “This traffic junction at the South Gate connects everywhere, with many routes afterward; researching them one by one would take at least two days.”
aning, finding the person on their own was unlikely.
“It’s well-planned,” Lu Xinglan concluded, “These aren’t ordinary robbers.”
It was very likely preditated.
At that mont, Lu Sheng returned from outside, hurrying, “Dad, not just grandma, but another person has also been kidnapped?”
“Who?”
“Jiang Zhi’s girlfriend, Xu Fang.”
They targeted both Jiang Zhi and the Lu family.
By six in the evening, as the sun set casting an expanse of orange across the sky, a few leisurely clouds drifted, and people hurried ho in ones and twos.
Yuquan Bay.
Wen Baiyang sat in front of the computer at Zhou Xufang’s house.
“There are two tracking devices on Zhou Xufang, along with so special tools she carries. All are without a signal, possibly destroyed or blocked by jamming devices.”
Wen Baiyang gestured, and Qiao Nanchu translated, “The kidnappers are not ordinary robbers; they are well-versed in various surveillance thods and tools.”
Without tracking devices and avoiding caras, finding her would be like searching for a needle in the ocean.
Jiang Zhi looked at the map at the last known location of the car that took Zhou Xufang, his brow furrowed, not saying a word.
Qiao Nanchu asked his opinion, “Should we get the police involved?”
“No,” replied Jiang Zhi, glancing at the phone the kidnappers had sent, “We don’t know their motives yet. We shouldn’t act rashly.”
The kidnappers likely wanted more than just money, and they had ntioned several tis not to call the police.
Suddenly, a cell phone rang; it was Jiang Zhi’s own phone.
It was Zhou Qingrang calling, saying, “Lu Sheng’s grandma has also been kidnapped.”
At 7:50 p.m., FOR headquarters.
The fingerprint-recognized electronic door opened, and a man with polished shoes walked in, “Boss, everything is ready.”
In the massive office of several hundred square ters, computers and various monitors filled the space, with an operator at every few stations. Next to the desks, over twenty tall and muscular n in suits stood guard, each holding a baton, all well-trained.
The leading man, holding a golf club, swung his muscular arm, sinking the shot. He then tossed out, “Wait a bit longer.”
He was bald, with a square face and dark skin marked by a coin-sized scar on his forehead, his features bold and sturdy. He was the head of FOR, Ah Win.
Tap, tap, tap… After the eighth golf stroke, a mobile phone on the table rang, and one of his n fetched it for him.
Ah Win glanced at the phone, seeing a transfer of 500,000,000.
Half a year’s earnings for FOR were just about that. Quite the generous amount, he mused.
He smiled, slinging the golf club over his shoulder, his brow arching as the scar on his forehead twitched, “Have Xiong Jie send the account details to those two.”
A subordinate replied, “Yes, Brother Win.”
“Dongzi,” instructed Ah Win, “ti it well, contact the police in Xinhai District, and rember to keep it discreet.”
The programr in a plaid shirt sitting closest to the door responded, “I understand.”
Ah Win handed over his golf club to his n and then made a call. It connected quickly, displaying the saved na ‘Sponsor.’
“When will I get the remaining 500 million?”
The person on the other end said, “You’ll get it when the job’s done.”
By eight o’clock sharp, Jiang Zhi and Lu Jingsong had both received the banking details. The kidnapper left a ssage, “At 8:30 I will tell you where to pick them up. Don’t bring any communication devices except for the phone I gave you.”
At 8:10.
The ground swayed, with the sound of water and wind outside…
Zhou Xufang realized, they were on a boat.
At the door of the room, two n guarded, one of whom asked, “What’s the deal with this woman? Why does she have trackers and bugs on her?”
Ever since the last ti Wen Baiyang was kidnapped, Zhou Xufang had gotten into the habit of carrying these items, though they looked like ordinary trinkets indiscernible to most.
Yet these people had discovered them.
The other man, speaking in a riffraff tone, said, “The girlfriend from a rich family, afraid of being kidnapped.”
“And yet we kidnapped her.”
Just as he said this, footsteps approached.
The two n at the door each called out ‘Brother Jie’.
The man they called Brother Jie asked, “How’s the person? Cooperative?”
His voice was hoarse, his build tall. He was bald, wearing a black cap and a mask, his face obscured by the low brim of his hat.
The n at the door responded, “Cooperative, she doesn’t dare to move.”
Brother Jie said, “Half an hour more, keep a sharp watch.”
“Don’t worry, Brother Jie.”
Zhou Xufang recognized the voice.
The third in command at the courier company FOR, Xiong Jie. A year ago, Xiong Jie was wounded on a mission, his throat cut. After surgery, his voice beca peculiar, raspy and distinct.
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