Zhang Heng was tied to a chair. He did not know how much time had passed before someone reached out and took off the black blindfold from his face. It was only then that he realized he was sitting in an abandoned factory.
Zhang Heng's head was a little dizzy. After he was captured outside the apartment, he was stuffed into the car and blindfolded. He had no idea what was going on around him. Judging from the time the car was traveling, he could barely tell that he was still in Tokyo, but he should have reached the suburbs.
He knew that he had been careless. No matter how calm and attentive he was, this was the first time he was involved in something like this. It was inevitable that he would make mistakes. These people had obviously done something to find that small apartment.
As if to answer his doubts, a man with a buzz cut took out a black GPS device the size of a bubble gum from Ameko's bag.
They must have stuffed this thing into the blue Toyota when the girl was tied up. Ameko was unconscious at the time, so she would not know what happened. The locator was hidden well enough that unless she searched every inch of it when she woke up, it would be hard for her to find it.
Zhang Heng raised an eyebrow. "Where's Ameko?"
The two of them were separated when they went downstairs, probably into different cars. Since then, Zhang Heng had not seen the girl again.
"Think about your own situation first." The buzz cut man's tone was unfriendly, and the way he looked at Zhang Heng was filled with intense hostility.
Zhang Heng finally figured out who this guy was.
He had punched him outside the door earlier. No wonder the buzz cut man was so angry at him now.
"Heh, now we can settle our score." The buzz cut man put down the GPS device and rubbed his palms together.
However, at this moment, a low voice came from behind him. "Alright, let's stop here. Let me have a chat with him."
"Yes, Team Leader." The buzz cut man's expression changed immediately. He bowed respectfully and left.
A short man walked up to Zhang Heng and sat down on another stool. "It was not the organization's intention to involve you and Miss Ameko in this matter. I would like to apologize on behalf of myself."
Zhang Heng was noncommittal.
"Twenty-two years ago, the vice president … had a small grudge with Yosuke Tsuchiya, oh, Mr. Takeda Tetsuya. He sent me to deal with this matter. Originally, he wanted to throw Yosuke Tsuchiya into the sea to feed the sharks, but the vice president changed his mind at the last minute and decided to give him a chance."
"What were the vice president's exact words? Grudges between racers should be resolved through racers' own methods." "That's why I've meticulously built a stage for Yosuke Tsuchiya. However, I'm still missing a supporting role. This is giving me a headache because Mr. Yosuke Tsuchiya has never been likable. He hasn't made any friends after all these years. I heard that you've been helping him deliver goods for the past six months. How about it? Are you interested in joining me?"
"Do I have any other choice?" Zhang Heng said calmly. Although the short man looked more refined than his accomplice, Zhang Heng knew very well that the other party wasn't asking for his opinion.
"I like talking to smart people. It saves me a lot of time talking nonsense." The short man took out a knife, walked behind Zhang Heng, and cut the rope on his hand. "The game is simple. No matter which of you wins this race, I will let the three of you go. But if you lose … trust me, you don't want to know the result."
Zhang Heng flexed his wrist. He seriously considered whether he should try to take down the short man in front of him, snatch the knife from him, and use him as a hostage. However, when he saw the two towering figures standing in front of the factory, he gave up on the idea. There was no turning back now.
"How many people are there in the race? Where is it? What are the rules?"
"Don't worry. You will know these things when the time comes. For now, relax and pick a car." The short man clapped his hands, and the two guards walked to the center of the factory. There was a hidden area there, and they pulled down the cover, revealing the racing car underneath.
There were five cars in total: a red Nissan 180SX, a silver BMW M5, a gray Mercedes-Benz AMG
GT, a yellow Dodge Viper, and a blue Ford RAP.
F150。
"All these cars have been tuned. You can choose the one you like to drive. If you're not satisfied, you can modify it yourself. We can provide you with the spare parts. The race starts at midnight tonight. You just need to finish the race before then. What do you think? Do you like any of them?" The short man did not leave immediately after he finished talking. He seemed to be curious about Zhang Heng's choice.
However, the latter only took a glance at the colorful sports cars before looking away and saying, "Sorry, can I drive my own car?"
"Your own car? What is it? A Porsche 911? An Aston Martin? A Ferrari? "
"It's a second-generation Mitsubishi L300 that went on sale in Japan in 1982," Zhang Heng answered honestly. "It's parked under the apartment you kidnapped."
"A civilian van?" The short man was surprised.
Zhang Heng nodded. After he modified the L300, it was beyond recognition. Its performance had soared, but it still couldn't compare to a proper sports car. The man opposite him was not stingy, either. All five cars were top-notch, and he was willing to give Zhang Heng time to modify them. He wanted to prove that he did not tamper with the cars.
However, Zhang Heng knew very well that no matter how good the car's performance was, it was still not as good as a familiar car.
"This is a reasonable request. I can fulfill 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 the parked cars. He looked at Zhang Heng again. "See you tonight."
This time, Zhang Heng was the only one left in the abandoned factory. He saw water and food on the table, probably for him to replenish his energy. Other than that, there was a game console in the corner for him to kill time. For a kidnapped hostage, this was not too bad. However, Zhang Heng was even more certain that this race was not an impromptu idea.
This group of people had obviously planned this for a long time. The people he fought earlier probably did not have any professional training, but they had quite a number of people. Even if he ignored the seafood store owner and Ameko, it would not be realistic to force his way out. Moreover, his phone had been confiscated the moment he arrived, so he had no way of contacting the outside world.
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