and shocking.”"I'll see what tricks you're trying to pull."Shen Lianmeng coldly smirks as he opens the file bag; his face immediately turns liver-colored! He is too choked up to speak!This is because...Chapter 778 Chaotic Pursuit

Hearing the mobile phone ringing without being answered, a cold light flashed across Wang Zheng's eyes.

He took out a silver needle and fiddled with the door lock for a moment. With a click, the room door opened. Although this was a card-activated door, it was clearly too simple for someone like Wang Zheng who specialized in picking locks.

The room wasn't particularly messy, but Wang Zheng spotted several incongruous footprints on the floor.

Clearly, Zhang Ya Feng's shoes weren’t that large.

This was the footprint of two men. One around size 45, and another about size 42.

The first one had an average build, while the other was tall with considerable weight, making their footprints quite clear.

After observing carefully for half a minute, Wang Zheng suddenly turned around and rushed out of the room door in a whirlwind towards the hotel's rooftop!

The office and surveillance room of most hotels are usually on the top floor!

Two security guards were leisurely playing with their phones and drinking coffee in front of a pile of screens, one intently playing Temple Run while the other was immersed in Angry Birds. They were completely oblivious to what happened in Zhang Ya Feng’s room.

Wang Zheng kicked open the surveillance room door, startling both security guards; one even spilled his coffee down his pants and shouted out in pain immediately.

"I want to check the surveillance footage." Wang Zheng walked up to the screen and said.

"No, you... you've entered the monitoring room without permission. I'm going to call 911." The security guard had barely finished speaking when Wang Zheng placed his hand on the back of the man's neck; with a slight squeeze, he passed out, rolling his eyes.

"You too should have a nap," Wang Zheng used the same method to incapacitate another person and started reviewing the footage from two hours ago.

When Wang Zheng had sent Zhang Yafeng a text message earlier, she was still able to reply normally, indicating that she was safe at that time.

The moment he saw two men wearing sunglasses appear in front of Zhang Yafeng's room with a large suitcase, his pupils instantly narrowed into the most dangerous pinpricks!

Minutes later, the two men exited Zhang Yafeng’s room carrying the case. Clearly, at this point, it felt much heavier than before.

Wang Zheng was almost one hundred percent certain that Zhang Yafeng had been knocked unconscious and placed inside the suitcase!

He adjusted to another surveillance screen and watched as the two men got into a black Buick GL8. The vehicle then slowly departed from there.

Wang Zheng noted down the license plate number; it was now nearly two hours since the kidnapping had occurred.

Wang Zheng did not report to the police, intending to take matters into his own hands. A great leader once taught us that law enforcement in capitalist countries is unreliable.

As Wang Zheng set out in pursuit and looked in the direction of where the Buick GL8 had gone, he felt extremely lucky. He had just learned from the surveillance screen that there was a massive traffic jam earlier in this direction which only cleared up half an hour ago.

It seems that the traffic situation in major cities of capitalist countries is not much better than that in Chinese cities.

Wang Zheng got into an off-road vehicle brought by Zhang Xuan and sped away!

Near Wall Street, there were almost no places to hide hostages in such a bustling area. If they wanted to hide the hostages somewhere, the best place would be the suburbs.

While driving, Wang Zheng dialed a number: "Can you hack into the surveillance footage of the NYPD's 85th precinct I need the video from about an hour and a half ago showing a black Buick with the license plate CVE7673."

"Sure." On the other end of the line, a short man wearing a khaki jacket and thick glasses started typing on his keyboard, creating beautiful arcs.

Now Wang Zheng had at least an identity card as the head of the Eleventh Division of State Security. Although it was just a title without real power, he could still pretend to be someone important in the system. Before being conned into going to South America, He Yan had promised him full access to State Security’s resources and temporary command over all agents.

"I've tracked it down. The vehicle is driving south on the Conemaugh Highway and is now 75 kilometers away from you." The man in the khaki jacket was clearly a tech expert. If the American police knew that their internal network had been infiltrated by Chinese intelligence without detection within less than a minute, they wouldn’t know how to react.

"Can you track my location" Wang Zheng realized that this person could determine his position despite being thousands of miles apart!

Often in spy dramas, agents are waiting for kidnappers' calls but can't trace the caller’s location after a brief conversation. Now, though Wang Zheng's call was short and he was separated by the Pacific Ocean from the agent, this person could actually pinpoint his location!

The man in khaki smiled confidently: "With any signal source, give me ten seconds to determine the position."

"Alright, you keep an eye on their location while I pursue." After confirming the direction, Wang Zheng pressed the accelerator and sped off like an arrow released from a bow!

New York's streets were already crowded with vehicles, but Wang Zhengyi was bold and fearless. He drove his car through the congested roads, worried that something might happen to Zhang Yafeng, which is why he had sped up. With a distance of seventy-five kilometers, it would take him only twenty-five minutes to get there!

"The other party has stopped and entered a villa." The voice in the denim jacket spoke again: "A white villa, three stories high with a large courtyard equipped with an iron gate. It's sixty-nine kilometers away from you; I'll send pictures of the villa to your phone shortly."

"Thanks, I’ll buy you a drink when I get back."

"Sure thing!"

Wang Zheng hung up and instantly increased his speed to 180 kilometers per hour. For a moment, the streets of New York were fraught with danger!

Poor Dr. Zhang Xuan had no idea that the car he had meticulously modified was now on the blacklist of the NYPD.

When ten days later Zhang Xuan sat in an interrogation room at the New York Police Department, tears welling up but unable to shed them, he finally realized how terrible his friend really was.

Wang Zheng managed to rack up one hundred and eighty violations with this SUV. After returning the car to Zhang Xuan, he left America without even bothering to tell him about what had happened.

When Zhang Yafeng woke up, she found herself curled up in a dark, enclosed space. At that moment, she remembered the two men who had knocked her out and the suitcase they carried.

: Thanks for Brother Wild Wind's support!at her injuries wouldn't improve in the next two days, Bella felt depressed enough to want to die.Did she need his help with pulling up and taking off her pants for these few days No way!Bella同學wanted...