"Hmm. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo。。 ”

A faint muffled sound came from the mouth of the madrigal. Bouts of pain spread from his stomach to his cerebral cortex.

Memories of confusion are gradually awakening with slightly shaking contacts.

[I was kidnapped]

Madrigal tried to open his eyes, only to find that his head was covered with something like a cloth bag, pitch black and opaque.

[Sure enough, my hands and feet were tied... 】

The strange feeling on the hands and feet sends a message to the madrigal.

Madrigal's heart was a little panicked, he was not naïve enough to think that this was just a burglary. Those two black shadows are professionals at first glance, and ordinary little thieves are not so powerful.

[Is it for me or for Alex]

If the target of these two is actually Alex, and he only suffers collateral damage ...

That's bad luck!

A wry smile appeared on Madrigal's lips.

"Zi~~~"

The sound of fierce friction between the tires and the road rang in the ears of the madrigal.

Subjected to strong inertia, Madrigal's entire body slammed forward.

“F-U-C-K！”

Although Madrigal tried his best to keep his body balanced, the restraint of his hands and feet still made Madrigal have a close contact with the car board.

[What happened??]

Madrigal ninja was physically in pain, forcing his brain to calm down. In this case, the more panicked you are, the more you can't think.

[With such a rapid braking, it must have encountered an emergency situation, and the two people sitting in the cab must not be comfortable, maybe they were injured. 】

Probably because of his confidence in the drug, Madrigal's hands were not locked behind his back, nor did he seal his mouth.

Madrigal sat up from the car board against the body.

He tore off the cloth bag from his head with his bound hands.

In the pitch-black carriage, only a faint red emergency light was shining. By this faint light, Madrigal saw the other four people staggering around him. They lay motionless on the board like four corpses.

Madrigal put his wrist to his mouth and began to bite at the plastic bindings that bound his hands with his teeth.

[If it weren't for me sleeping... 】

Madrigal thought of all the useful gadgets he had hidden in his shoes, clothes, and trousers, and felt a little regretful in his heart. I knew I would have gone to bed with my shoes on!

“biu~biu~”

Two slight noises suddenly came through the carriage into the ears of the madrigal.

Madrigal froze as she was gnawing on the plastic binding. He recognized the two biubiu, which were the sound of a pistol with a muffler. Without much thought, Madrigal quickly picked up the black hood that had fallen on the board, put it on his head, and then lay on the ground.

When facing a pistol that doesn't know good and evil, pretending to be stunned is also a helpless way.

"Bang Dang~"

This is supposed to be the back door of the carriage opened.

Madrigal relaxes the muscles of the whole body and controls the intensity and rhythm of his breathing. Some people pretend to be dead and faint and can easily be seen through, because his breath betrays him, and some are betrayed by his tense muscles. The pastoral song that has been rigorously trained at this time seems to outsiders to be in a real coma.

A hand was placed around Pastoral's neck.

[Check if I'm still alive?]

As if feeling the pulse of the madrigal, the hand left the madrigal's neck. Immediately, Madrigal noticed that two hands had grabbed his little arms, as if they were about to drag him out.

【Good Opportunity!】

Madrigal's hands flipped outward, grabbed the comer's arms, and pulled them downward. Taking advantage of this fulcrum, his lower body also bounced up towards the person and swept it fiercely.

Empty!

Pastoral's heart was cold.

The arm that was grabbed by Madrigal also took Madrigal up and threw it heavily on the board.

"Wow~"

Madrigal felt as if her bile was about to be thrown out.

"Don't move!"

Madrigal felt someone kneel on top of him, holding down the space for him to move. The place where the knee is pressed is very clever, so that Madrigal has no way to exert his strength.

"Huh~"

The hood was taken away by someone who came.

The blinding light made Madrigal have to squint slightly, but Madrigal still saw the person clearly.

An Asian-looking woman.

"Are you Alan Mu?"

The woman asked.

Pastoral's eyes quickly adapted to the light. He looked at the Asian woman, gasped, and said, "I'm Alan Mu, who are you, what do you want?"

"My name is Nikita," the woman slowly withdrew her right leg that had suppressed Pastoral, "I'm here to save you, so don't do anything stupid." ”

Madrigal nodded with a facial expression.

In fact, his heart was already fluctuating at this time.

[It's Nikita!! So,The person who kidnapped me is the person of the "organization".,The person who attacked me in the library yesterday must be the Shadowwalker.。。。 Damn, why am I being targeted by the people of the organization!]

Nikita took out a knife and helped Madrigal cut the straps on her hands and feet.

"Quick, help me get them all to my car, we're not safe here. ”

Madrigal gestured to Nikita with an OK gesture.

The "organization" will soon learn that this mission is sabotage, and there is not much window time left for them.

(PS:The author has been busy with the graduation process recently.,Visa.,And JAVA learning.,So it's a day late to update┑( ̄Д ̄)┍。。。 Anyway, Zhang Yingying hasn't been found yet, which really makes people greatly lower their evaluation of the FBI=. = I really wish the police in reality could be like in the TV series. ）