After several consecutive turns, Leng Zimo glanced at the coordinates received on his phone, quickly scanned the GPS in the car, and pushed open the door to jump out, sprinting down the slope towards the valley, casually tossing aside the suit he was wearing.
"Stay in the car!"
Cheang Xiao commanded Mo Bei curtly, grabbed his weapon, jumped out of the car, and led his subordinates in pursuit of Leng Zimo.
Mo Bei couldn’t stay in the car at all. She quickly pushed open the door and also dashed down the slope after the n.
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Inside the valley.
Luo Ke casually dropped Jiao Yang, who he had been carrying on his shoulder, onto the grass, then swiftly moved forward to remove the camouflage fabric and branches disguising the helicopter.
After his identity was exposed earlier, he imdiately returned to the manor and moved the helicopter to the mountains.
This ti, successfully capturing Jiao Yang, Luo Ke had no intention of lingering here any longer.
Now, he only wanted to quickly leave with Jiao Yang. As soon as he crossed the border, he would be safe, and it would be even easier to control Luo Xiaoqian beyond the border.
After all, Beijing was the territory of the Leng Family, and here he was indeed bound hand and foot.
Just as Luo Ke swiftly moved the camouflage off the helicopter, Jiao Yang, who had been tossed on the ground, began to slowly regain consciousness.
Thanks to his past drug experience, he had a relatively high resistance to this kind of neurocontrolling drug, so the anesthetic’s effect didn’t last very long.
He opened his eyes, glanced around, and noticed Luo Ke not far away, furrowing his brows slightly.
Although his mind was clear, his vision was still a bit blurry, and his body wasn’t very strong yet. At this mont, he was not at all Luo Ke’s match, especially since the opponent still had a gun.
Luo Ke dropped the camouflage tarp on the ground and sighed lightly; doing all these things alone was truly exhausting.
Seeing Luo Ke turn around, Jiao Yang hurriedly closed his eyes.
Luo Ke quickly scanned his surroundings and didn’t notice that Jiao Yang had regained consciousness. He strode over, pulled Jiao Yang up from the ground, and carried him towards the helicopter.
As he was carried towards the helicopter, Jiao Yang was rapidly calculating how to deal with the situation in his mind.
Thinking of the syringe he had casually tucked into his pocket earlier, Jiao Yang’s eyes lit up.
He didn’t resist, letting Luo Ke carry him onto the helicopter.
Luo Ke casually placed Jiao Yang on the seat, pulled the seatbelt to secure his body, and turned to go to the back cabin to find a rope.
The effect of the anesthetic had a limited ti; the upcoming flight would be long, and he needed to ensure that nothing went wrong during this period.
As soon as Luo Ke left, Jiao Yang imdiately dragged his still sowhat numb arm into his pocket; sure enough, he felt the small syringe, struggling to pop off its cap. Jiao Yang quickly glanced at Luo Ke who had already found the rope and closed his eyes again, pretending to be unconscious.
Carrying the rope over, Luo Ke shook it open, preparing to tie up Jiao Yang. Seeing an opportunity, Jiao Yang suddenly raised his arm, stabbing the syringe towards him.
Luo Ke instinctively raised an arm to block, and smoothly grabbed Jiao Yang’s forearm.
Jiao Yang’s drug resistance wasn’t yet fully gone; in terms of strength, he couldn’t match him. Watching as Luo Ke aid the syringe at him, he suddenly kicked Luo Ke hard.
The kick landed squarely on Luo Ke’s knee, but the force was much weaker, causing Luo Ke to rely step back before stabilizing himself, reaching for the gun at his waist.
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