After getting off the plane, Jin Yingluo was so tired that she really wanted to sleep on the floor. Because she wanted to adapt to the new environment in advance, including jet lag and other issues, she decided to come a week early.

A strange city, strange streets, strange people, the only thing she is familiar with is the language. She went to Canada for three years when she was 8 years old, and her English is naturally good, or very good.

Dragging two bulky suitcases, she came out of the airport to find a taxi. They were filled with things she couldn't bear to part with, including not many clothes. After all, it would be nice to buy them in the United States, but there were some things she couldn't buy.

"Miss, where are you going?" the driver asked in broken Chinese.

Jin Yingluo raised her eyebrows slightly, but she didn't expect to see that she was Chinese. After all, Asians all look similar, so we could guess that she was Chinese. It can be seen that this fair-skinned driver has been a taxi driver for many years and has good eyesight.

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"Go to the Nanaimo Hotel" (hereinafter referred to as N) Jin Yingluo also replied to him in Chinese, which made her feel a little more intimate.

The long journey and jet lag made Jin Yingluo feel very tired. It was a long way to reach N Hotel, and she fell asleep in the car unknowingly.

I don't know how long it took, but there was a bumpy feeling that made her very uncomfortable. She woke up in a hazy state, and the strong sunlight made her unable to open her eyes. She rubbed them and squinted her eyes to look out the car window. Something seemed wrong.

Jin Yingluo sat up suddenly, where is this? The road from the airport to N Hotel is a bit long, but the entire road is in a prosperous area, high-end and luxurious commercial streets, and crowded shopping groups. This is what she has checked.

There wouldn't be such a desolate place. She looked back and saw that the road was still full of potholes. That was totally wrong!

She looked at the driver and found that there was a black man on the passenger seat. She asked doubtfully in Chinese: "Where is this? Who is he? Why are you taking other guests without my permission?"

"This is the direction to the hotel, miss."

Just as Jin Yingluo was about to defend herself, she suddenly saw that the driver's hands seemed a little unnatural. Logically speaking, drivers should drive with both hands, but he was holding the plate with one hand and put his right hand into his arms, as if he was holding something. Mr. Jin Yingluo

Feeling something was wrong, he stood up quietly, arched his waist, and leaned his head forward.

"Don't move..." A cold object pressed against her head. It was a gun! Police movies are her favorite. She is very familiar with this situation, but it is also very strange to experience it personally. If you are in China, you

She would definitely think it was a toy gun, but in the United States... every house can have a gun, and she couldn't help but tremble. Damn it, she was so unlucky that she was kidnapped and blackmailed as soon as she got off the plane.

"What do you want?" This was the first English sentence she spoke.

"Looks like she can speak English, miscalculation. But it doesn't matter, we just want money." The man in the passenger seat took the driver's pistol, pointed it hard at her temple, and replied viciously.

"I don't have money." Jin Yingluo tried hard to balance her breath, pretending to be calm, so that others could not hear her trembling voice due to fear. In fact, she was scared to death, and the moment the gun was pointed at her,

She clenched her fists tightly and let her nails dig into her palms, using the pain to remind her to wake up and look for opportunities to escape.

The black man swept from her hair to the soles of her feet.
Chapter completed!