Coco has been missing for seven hours, and there is still no news at all. Could it be that his men are just a group of business elites?
He rubbed his temples and tried to calm himself down. ()
Time passes minute by minute, and every second seems like seconds and years.
All the connections he could use were used, and all the forces that could be sent out were also sent out. He never knew that it would be so difficult to find someone by himself!
It's like looking for a needle in a haystack.[
It seemed that after another five minutes, the cell phone in his hand rang.
He pressed the answer button and said concisely: "Say!"
"Third brother, check out the taxi that Coco was riding in. But the taxi driver said that his car was driving at a normal speed and had a flat tire. After that, Coco got out and took another taxi, so he didn't pay attention. I checked all the taxis.
All the legal taxis and black-label taxis in Bangkok have never encountered Coco."
"The location of the flat tire!"
Fu Yufeng reported a location, he drove over quickly, got out of the car, and slammed the door.
When Fu Yufeng saw his third brother getting out of the car, he quickly walked up and pointed at the frightened middle-aged man beside him: "He was the driver of the taxi that was carrying Coco at that time. I just found a beggar on the roadside and he said he saw Coco on the roadside.
While waiting for the bus, I was pulled over by a black car without a license plate."
Kidnapped by a black car without a license plate!
Chen Lixin had long expected that something must have happened if there was no news for such a long time.
However, without a license plate, the clues were interrupted again.
His cold eyes fell on the seemingly hidden vehicle monitor on the side of the road, and his voice was cold and calm: "Call the director of the Bureau, we want to check the monitor."
"Okay, I'll do it right away!"
Chen Lixin leaned in front of the car, lit a cigarette, took a puff of it irritably, and analyzed carefully in his mind: Who would kidnap Coco?
He hadn't had time to investigate all of Coco's previous sights. Generally speaking, all he knew about this woman was that she was a computer hacker who had been hiding in a place where he couldn't find her for refuge. Nothing else.
Known.
He stared at the night sky with his obsidian eyes, holding the tail of the cigarette with his fingers, holding it tightly.
There is a voice in my heart shouting: Coco, where are you? Are you afraid? Give me some psychological telepathy and let me know where you are now?