Chapter 363

Wu Tong has been paying attention to the news from Siam. He hasn't slept well since he knew that his father lost contact. When it was confirmed that it was kidnapping and Meng fan and his uncle left for Siam, his heart hung over and didn't let go.

Since Meng fan got off the plane, Wu Tong asked Meng fan about the situation every three to five times. First, he confirmed that Meng fan and others were safe, and second, he wanted to know the progress of things.

Before 1 a.m., Meng fan and others drove from Bangkok to Chiang Rai, Wu Tong didn't sleep. Even after learning from Meng fan that they had stopped in Chiang Rai to rest, she didn't rest and kept holding on.

Wait until the kidnapper sends a message to toss back and forth, and Wu Tong's heart is even more mentioned. She is not stupid. She knows that the kidnapper will appear soon. Such tossing may be more complicated than expected.

After leaving the road and entering the path, Wu Tong suddenly felt that his heartbeat missed two beats!

"What happened to me?"

Wu Tong lost his soul, as if he had lost the most important thing in his life!

"Who are you?"

Wu Tong hit his head with his fist. There was a person in his mind, but he couldn't remember who he was. This person was obviously very important to her. Why couldn't he remember!

"Who are you? I lost you!"

He screamed like crazy, startling mother Wu and others who were bowing their heads and silent in the living room.

"Tong Tong, what's the matter with you?"

"Tong Tong, what are you doing? You're scared, mom!"

"Tong Tong, open the door!"

Wu's mother and others were frantic outside Wu Tong's door.

Wu Tong suddenly grabbed his mobile phone and began to search, search, search

"Why did I forget you!"

After searching and stopping, Wu Tong saw the phone number with the remark "silly donkey". All the memories behind the name exploded in Wu Tong's brain, and his fingers trembled and pressed out, clinging tightly to his ears.

"It's you! It must be you!"

"Meng fan! Why did I almost forget you!"

Wu Tong shouted with anxiety.

Toot!

Toot!

Toot!

"Tongtong!"

A familiar voice came from the other end of the mobile phone, and Wu Tong's tears rushed out like a flood, completely collapsing: "Meng fan! I thought you were dead!"

"Sorry!"

At this moment, Meng fan, who had stopped running at the other end of the mobile phone, heard Wu Tong's crying, his eyes were red, and then tears fell out.

He firmly believed that Wu Tong must like him and believed that Wu Tong loved him, but he didn't know how much he loved and didn't go deep into it. Like lovers all over the world, no one can answer "how much do you love me?" This problem.

At this moment, Meng fan, who is still wearing the hat that makes the sense of existence disappear, has obtained this answer that has not been studied deeply.

Even if the world forgot you, I remember!

"Sorry! I worried you!"

Meng fan probably guessed why Wu Tong could still think of herself when she put on her hat through Wu Tong's sentence "I thought you were dead". In this case, her sense of existence approached zero, which made her feel strongly uneasy. Then, because of love, she remembered again, thinking that something had happened to her, she had that strong "sixth sense".

Maybe, there may be other reasons, but anyway, this result is what Meng fan didn't expect. He is very happy, very happy, very guilty and distressed.

Meng fan tried not to cry in his voice: "fool, I'm fine. I'll go back safely, and I'll take my father and them back safely!"

Wu Tong's cry calmed a little: "really? I almost thought I lost you just now!"

Meng fan made his voice as soothing as possible: "you can't lose me! Fool, you're too tired! How long haven't you slept, and your mood has been tense! Go to sleep for a while! Believe me, there will be good news when you wake up!"

"Well, if you're OK, maybe I'm really tired!"

Wu Tong heaved a long breath. She had a lot to say, but she also knew that there was no way for Meng fan to say more at this time. She paused a little and said, "I... Wait for you to come back!"

Then he hung up the phone, dropped his hand, and dropped his mobile phone on the ground. He didn't know it, whirring and spitting for several consecutive breaths. Only then did he stabilize his mood a little bit, wiped his tears, opened the door, and said to the anxious mother and others outside the door, "Mom, I'm fine, it's because I'm too nervous, I'm a little tired, and I'll have a rest."

Want to close the door, think about it or not, lie down on the bed, staring at the ceiling.

"Hey -"

Wu's mother sighed, wiped away her tears, shook her head at the three aunts, and gently closed Wu Tong's door, leaving a gap.

"It's okay, it's okay."

After bringing it to the door, the aunt took Wu's mother's hand and gently patted it. Tears were caught in the corners of her eyes, and she turned her head and fell out.

……

Meng fan hung up the phone, wiped his tears and continued to run.

Don't think about anything else, just think about ensuring that Wu Tong's father and others can return home safely.

About ten minutes later, Wu Ji and others from the live broadcast assistant have entered a village, which is located in a mountain depression. You can see a lot of bamboo houses. These bamboo houses have looked for a long time, and the whole village doesn't look like a permanent residence, which is estimated to be temporary.

You can also see some people, not as many villagers in the golden triangle area as Meng fan imagined.

However, it can be seen that the whole village seems to be related to the kidnappers. After the car came in, it slowly surrounded, feeling that it was all accomplices.

When the car stopped, brother Heiya got off the motorcycle, patted Wu Ji's window and motioned him to come down.

He patted the window of the driver's seat again. After Wu Yuandi counseled him to roll down the window, brother Heiya was less angry and a little more pitiful, saying, "stay here honestly and don't go anywhere to ensure your safety."

Wu Yuandi quickly cried, "brother, I don't want the car money, can you let me go now?"

Brother black Fang shook his head and motioned him to pull out the car key and give it to him: "it's okay to be honest, otherwise you'll feel better."

Wuyuandi reluctantly pulled out the car key and gave it to brother Heiya, and then he shrank into his seat.

"Bad luck!"

Brother Heiya turned the car key, then waved his head and motioned Wu Ji to follow him.

Wu Ji, who got out of the car, held the box in one hand and the gun in the other hand, stuck it on the door and didn't leave. He said, "as for people, I want to see people first."

"Brother, we only want money, not life! As long as you bring your things, people can take them away. What's the use of holding a gun? There are many guns here!"

After arriving at his own territory, brother Heiya looked less nervous, and he was not afraid of Wu Ji. He snapped his fingers. Several people came out of the crowd. These people really had guns in their hands, not pistols, but shotguns. Regardless of their performance, they were much more frightening than Wu Ji's pistols in length.

"I want to see someone!"

Wu Ji picked up his coat with a gun, revealing a row of detonators tied to his waist: "people can't see it, and you don't want anything."

"Hey!"

Brother black Fang scolded a madman, immediately stepped back a few steps, and some did not believe that there are still people in China playing such a big game, but did not dare to test, and said to Wu Ji, "wait!"

Call a person and ask him to tell the situation here to the people inside.

In terms of aura, Wu Ji, who fought in the MMA field, can really hold the field, but it's only holding it. It's unlikely that these people will be frightened as soon as he lifts his clothes and lights up the detonator. Let alone in this group of people, it's really someone who dares to die.

Eating this bowl of rice and mixing in this area, even if it is impossible to be as bloody as in the movie, we have really seen real wars.

"Hold the grass!"

Meng fan, who saw this scene through the live broadcast assistant, was also startled. The painting style was wrong!

In his opinion, this is no different from making movies. When the gun comes out, the explosives also come out.

Also, where did Wu Ji get this explosive?

It should be fake to scare people!

Meng fan thought he was tiger enough, but he didn't expect Wu Ji to be more tiger.

And his tiger is because of black technology. Wu Jihu is really desperate!

No, no, we have to hurry up!

Meng fan sped up and stuffed sports drinks and energy gel into his mouth. He didn't want to see Wu Jizhen go to the fight.

……

"Explosives?"

Inside the largest bamboo house in the village, a bald head heard about the situation outside, and his eyes immediately narrowed, looked at a particularly gentle looking man on the side, and said, "it should be the son of Wu Zihuan?"

The gentle man held a fan in his hand, slapped it on his chest, nodded, and said, "it should be right. His son is said to be a comprehensive fighter, and his strength is very good. However, that's also a competition. If he really fights, it may not work. He is not timid, and he dares to tie a detonator with a gun."

The baldheaded man laughed at the speech: "after all, the added value in that box is almost close to 60 million Chinese coins, and it is normal to be anxious. However, this person probably thinks he is a little capable, so he is so brave. This is a good thing. The more such people are, the better to deal with. I'll go and have a look."

The gentle man thought for a moment and said, "take Wu Zizhen there and test his falseness and reality. It's best not to cause human life. There are two groups of antiques will arrive tomorrow. If it causes human life, you have to change places in advance."

This time they used antiques as a guide. They kidnapped not only Wu Zihuan and Wu Zizhen, but also five people. These families have a large number of precious collections.

This vote is worth at least two hundred million Chinese dollars.

Or this kind of business comes fast!

Asking for money directly is much more troublesome than this. How many leather suitcases can you hold 200 million Chinese dollars in cash? It's dozens of times more troublesome to carry these treasures.

Moreover, it is difficult for these rich people to transfer so much cash so quickly, which will also attract unnecessary attention. If you want antiques, they are ready-made.

Of course, in the eyes of polite men, the key is to ask for money directly. It's too vulgar!

It's elegant to ask for antiques as ransom!

As for these antiques, some of them are sold through channels. Those who dare to buy them are certainly not afraid to check them. In turn, they can be covered with a layer of protection.