Chapter 392: The Bandit's Methods (1)
Chapter 392: The Bandits' Methods
There are always more than ten cars parked in front of the Beixin Building, Xu Qing scanned them one by one with his perspective eye, except for himself and Tang Guobin, the rest are all empty, there is a lot of traffic here, according to common sense, the kidnappers will not choose to collect the ransom in front of the building, and there is no other way to do now than wait.
After a quarter of an hour or so, a strange male voice came from the headset: "Young Master Tang, I said that you will be asked to pay the ransom alone, if you want your father to be safe, it is best to obediently let all the people who follow you go back, otherwise I don't mind sending you some fresh parts......"
Xu Qing's heart froze, and he turned his head sharply, only to see Tang Guobin holding the headset close to his mobile phone, no wonder he could hear the kidnappers talking.
"Fart, don't play with me these fictitious things, I didn't ask anyone to follow at all, I took the money and released them quickly."
Tang Guobin's tone was very hard, he didn't let people follow, as for Xu Qing, he should have said that he arrived first, he concluded that the kidnappers were using tricks of fraud, and he couldn't mess with himself.
The other end of the phone pondered for a moment, and said with a strange smile: "Since Young Master Tang is sincere, then drive the car to the viaduct in the west of the city, and talk again in half an hour." After speaking, the other party immediately closed the line, without dragging the mud and water.
Tang Guobin whispered into the headset: "This time I'll go first, you pay attention to keep up and keep the distance between the cars." ”
Land Rover reversed out of the parking space and galloped all the way to the west, Jiao Kuan didn't need to command, he drove far away, and the distance between the two cars was always about fifty meters.
Half an hour later, Tang Guobin just drove the car to the entrance of the viaduct, and saw that all kinds of vehicles on the bridge were blocked into a long queue, and there was a serious rear-end accident in the middle of the bridge, and now the traffic police are trying to divert the traffic of vehicles.
Seeing this, Tang Guobin had no choice but to pull over the car, and at this moment the mobile phone rang, and only two short words were heard after being connected: "Turn left, go straight." The phone hung up.
Tang Guobin could only start the car again and turn left and go straight, there was a large container car in front of him, which was moving very slowly, and even the one-way street was blocked by it, so he had no choice but to slow down.
The phone rang again, and the man's voice rang lazily: "Young Master Tang, you can pay now, you immediately drive the car into the container truck in front, and then you can go home and wait for your father to have lunch together." ”
Squeak! The front container door opened, and a metal plate stretched down diagonally, due to the extremely slow speed, soon one end of the metal plate fell to the ground, forming a slope, although the Land Rover is large, but there is no problem in driving up.
Tang Guobin hung up the phone and said in a low voice: "Qingzi, brother goes first." Xu Qing swept his eyes over the carriage, and at the corner on both sides stood three men in light gray overalls, two of whom each held a rifle gun in their hands.
"Throw away the headset and go up." Xu Qing whispered, took off the headset by himself, tightened his belt and said to Jiaokuan: "Be sure to keep up with the container truck in front." ”
Jiao Kuan smiled: "Don't worry, such a big guy is not afraid that it will fly." ”
Tang Guobin took off the headset and threw it out of the window, stepped on the accelerator and drove the Land Rover to the metal plate, and drilled into the large container along the slope, just at the moment when he entered the container, the metal plate was quickly withdrawn, and then the door squeaked shut, as if a giant beast with an open mouth swallowed a delicacy sent to him.