In the gloom of night, a seemingly ordinary domestic SUV was driving on a winding mountain road. As it passed a fork in the road, a heavy truck suddenly merged onto the main road from the left rear, speeding unabated, and rammed into it head-on.
The person driving the SUV was very skilled. Even though the car body was knocked askew, he did not lose balance immediately. Instead, he stepped on the accelerator and sped forward.
The big truck immediately sped up and caught up.
It was obvious that this was not an accident but a deliberate murder.
The two cars were competing on the winding mountain road. The SUV had the advantage in speed and could have gotten rid of the truck in the shortest time, but it didn't expect that a sports car came from the front and formed a pincer attack on the SUV.
The two cars in front and behind were crashing into it desperately, and the SUV had no choice but to turn the steering wheel sharply and break out from the right side, but because it was going too fast, the tire burst, causing the car to flip over and roll down the cliff.
The loud rumbling sound accompanied by the crackling of burning flames broke the tranquility of the night.
The truck sped away, but the sports car drove up the road and approached the SUV, as if to inspect it. Several flashes flickered on and off, and the people in the car snapped a few photos before hurriedly leaving.
The SUV lay quietly there, flames continued to burst from the hood, gasoline was gushing out of the fuel tank, and the four people in the car were all unconscious, and the crisis was imminent.
If no one passed by here tonight, these four people would surely die.
But unfortunately, this road was originally a national highway, leading to an empty town whose population had long been relocated. If it were not for the New Year ancestor worship, no one would come here.
In other words, the chances of these four people surviving are very slim.
The gasoline was still flowing and was about to be ignited by the flames. At this critical moment, a Beetle sedan drove through the night.
Seeing the SUV with flames and thick smoke, the Beetle stopped immediately. A slender woman opened the door and ran out, trying to rescue him.
She tried her best but couldn't move the car door which had been deformed by the collision.
At that moment, a man in the SUV regained consciousness and, upon seeing the woman trying to help, he immediately said, "Please get Dr. Zhao out first. I'll figure it out myself. He's sitting right behind me."
The man's face was covered in blood and his appearance could not be seen, but his voice was steady and firm.
The woman said anxiously, "Don't be afraid, I will rescue you." She persisted in pulling at the passenger door.
In fact, since this door couldn't be opened, she could have tried another door, rescued the person with a higher chance of survival first, and then thought of other ways. But she didn't do that, and instead focused on helping the man.
The man's head was hit and he was not fully conscious yet. He also had no strength in his body, but he knew how critical the situation was, so he pleaded again: "Please save Dr. Zhao first." He pointed to the man sitting behind him.
The man was still breathing and had no external injuries. He could be rescued by simply opening the door or window of the back seat.
The woman seemed not to hear what the man said and kept trying to pry open the passenger door.
The man had to endure the severe pain and dizziness in his head and pull the back door. However, his body was stuck by the seat belt and airbag, and he couldn't move at all. The strong and pungent smell of gasoline also made him realize that time was running out.
"Save Dr. Zhao! Leave me alone!" His tone was full of a firm command.
At the critical moment of life and death, he was able to disregard his own life and leave the hope of life to others. It can be imagined how important Dr. Zhao is in the man's mind.
But the woman cried and said, "You are awake now. I have to save you first."
She hurried to her car, opened the trunk, took out a crowbar, ran back quickly, and fiddled with the car door.
The man's head was aching more and more, as if it was about to explode, but he kept emphasizing, "Save Dr. Zhao, and I'll give you 100 million. I can give you a bank card right now, anonymous, and the password is six sixes."
As he spoke he fumbled for his wallet.
The woman ignored him, pried open the car door, and quickly dragged the man with broken legs out.
The man reached out to pull the back door, thinking it would be stuck, but unexpectedly, the door opened with a light touch of his fingertips, and the unconscious Dr. Zhao was right in front of him.
But at the same time, the gasoline was also ignited by the flames, emitting acrid smoke. If the flames spread to the fuel tank, the car would explode.
The man's fingertips had touched Dr. Zhao's shoulders, but the woman screamed and dragged him away, covering him with her petite body.
A violent explosion resounded through the sky, thick smoke covered the moon in the sky, and fiery red flames engulfed everything.
The man watched helplessly as the flames burned Dr. Zhao's body. Even in his coma, Dr. Zhao couldn't help but groan, his originally calm face completely distorted by pain.
The other two companions in the car also gradually woke up, but fell into hell screaming.
This horrific scene turned into tears of blood, flowing down the man's resolute face. He opened the woman's body, looked at the scene in agony, and then fainted from great sadness and anger.
After an unknown amount of time, the man regained consciousness, only to find that he had not been sent to the hospital. Instead, he was lying in a small room of less than 20 square meters.
The room is decorated with floral curtains, pink sofas, lace tablecloths, and cute dolls, everything indicating that this place belongs to a woman.
The man quickly checked his body and found that his broken legs had been bandaged and the bones were aligned, so there should be no sequelae. His head was also wrapped with gauze, and the severe pain that felt like his skull was about to explode had completely disappeared.
In addition, the suit he was originally wearing had disappeared. Instead, he changed into a clean set of pajamas, which was one size smaller and fit his muscular muscles tightly. The watch, mobile phone, wallet and other items he carried with him were all gone.
He quickly remembered the burning SUV and the faces of his three companions disappearing in the flames.
They are dead.
Died in a murder!
A hint of sadness flashed across the man's eyes, but it was immediately replaced by fierce hatred.
He quickly put aside his useless sadness and began to think about who planned and participated in the murder.
He was the only one in the company who knew that Dr. Zhao had derived the 5G algorithm. Only he and two bodyguards were involved in the plan to go to the United States to pick up Dr. Zhao, and the itinerary was kept completely confidential.
In this situation, who would have known that Dr. Zhao had cracked the 5G algorithm? Who would have been able to determine their exact return route and pursue them? And who would have ultimately benefited?
The man thought for a while and had a general idea.
Developing in the same field, domestic and foreign competitors can gain a leading position in 5G technology after getting rid of Dr. Zhao, and the comprehensive application of 5G technology will greatly enhance a company's competitiveness and even a country's national strength.
When it comes to national interests, the probability of domestic counterparts taking action is much lower than that of foreign counterparts.
The man suspected that this murder was most likely orchestrated by the United States. To have been able to launch such a precise attack on Dr. Zhao, there must be a mole within his circle, but who was that person?
Thinking of this, the man couldn't help but frown deeply.
He was the only person in the company who knew that Dr. Zhao had derived the 5G algorithm, and he had never revealed it to anyone. He had also orchestrated the trip to bring Dr. Zhao back to China, with his two bodyguards solely responsible for escorting him and knowing nothing else. They had already died in the explosion.
In other words, no one except the man himself can sell the information to the United States.
Everything that happened before seemed weird no matter how you looked at it.
Thinking of this, the man's head began to ache again, so he pulled the bandage on his forehead and tried to half-sit up with his arms.
At that moment, the door was pushed open, and a slender, beautiful and gentle young woman came in carrying a pot of chicken soup. She said with concern, "Hey, don't move. Your leg has just been reattached. Be careful not to dislocate the bones."
Seeing the woman, the man frowned even more tightly. He would never forget that it was the other party's stupidity and stubbornness that caused Dr. Zhao to lose the chance of survival.
The passenger door was stuck, so she could have tried to open the back door and rescue the easier ones first. Wouldn't that have been the best option? But the woman only had her eyes on him, and she didn't care about the lives of others at all.
The man's resolute face grew even colder and harder under the weight of his anger. Instead of thanking him, he asked, "Have you called the police? Where are Dr. Zhao and the others' bodies?"
The woman's pretty smile immediately froze.
The man turned to look out the window at the pouring rain, a wave of anger rising inside him. The woman's expression was enough to tell him that she hadn't called the police.
It was already evening outside. It was conceivable that he had been unconscious for a whole night and a whole day. Now it was raining so heavily that the traces of the chase on the national highway might have been washed away long ago. There were no surveillance cameras installed along the way. Even if the police were called at this time, they would not be able to investigate anything.
It's too late.
Even more incomprehensible is that the woman took him away, but left the bodies of Dr. Zhao and the others there, letting them burn. What was she thinking? Was her assistance truly out of kindness, or did she harbor some ulterior motive?
This thought was like a mechanism, causing a momentary sharp pain in the man's head. However, after the pain subsided, he heard the woman's anxious cry: "Oh no! I was so busy saving Xuan Ming that I forgot to deal with Zhao Zhensheng's body! It really doesn't make sense to not call the police when such a serious accident happened! He suspects me!"
Although this man was the president of the Haiming Group and one of the richest men in China, he had never appeared in the media. How did this woman, a complete stranger, know him? And how did she know Dr. Zhao?
You know, Dr. Zhao is devoted to scientific research and lives like a hermit. Apart from his colleagues in the academic community, it is even more impossible for him to get to know a strange woman.
The man's sharp eyes were fixed on the woman's figure, and his heart was full of vigilance.
But he soon discovered that the strange thing was not that the woman knew their identities, but that her mouth was not open at all when she shouted that sentence.
She was holding a bowl of chicken soup, her smile stiff but sweet, her eyes blinking, looking innocent. That urgent cry seemed to have sprung from her head.
The man was stunned, but his face showed no sign of it.
The woman bent down and placed the chicken soup on the coffee table. Her mouth was still closed, but her voice entered the man's mind: "System, are you sure the amnesia pills I exchanged are 100% effective?"
A cold, inorganic voice entered the man's mind: "Host, please do not doubt the system's capabilities. As long as the host persuades the target to drink this bowl of chicken soup, he will forget everything that happened."
"Will he remember it later?"
"If the host feels it is necessary, you can exchange another antidote from me."
"Is there an antidote? How much is one pill?"
"3000 points for one pill."
"3000 points? Why don't you go grab it?"
"As long as the host successfully captures Xuan Ming and becomes the Great Luck Person of this world, 3,000 points will be nothing to you."
"That's true. I was so anxious when I rescued him that I forgot Zhao Zhensheng and the others were in the car. Now Xuan Ming must be suspicious of me. But it doesn't matter. As long as he drinks the chicken soup, he will forget what happened before."
"That's right, so please seize the opportunity during the time when Xuan Ming has lost his memory."
"Do you even need to tell me that? I saved him and took such good care of him. He's bound to fall in love with me. When he loves me to the point of being unable to extricate himself, I'll give him the antidote, and he won't doubt me anymore."
"Then the host can tell him that the reason he didn't call the police was because he was afraid someone was out there chasing him, and that the host quietly took him away to protect him."
"That's right. The same reason applies to not sending him to the hospital. If he goes to the hospital, the killer will chase him! System, you're so smart!"
"Host, thank you for your praise. Please complete the first stage of the mission as soon as possible. As the saying goes, those who are close to water will see the moon first. I have created this opportunity for you. Everything after that depends on you."
"I know. Xuan Ming is a blank slate after losing his memory. I can deal with him quickly."
The conversation stopped and the woman did not open her mouth at all.
Xuan Ming's sharp gaze slid along the woman's beautiful face to the bowl of chicken soup that was obviously problematic, and then to the room where it was impossible for a third person to be present. He felt confused and uncertain.
But he was used to seeing big storms and waves, so he did not lose his composure at this moment. He just closed his eyelids slightly, covering up the brilliance in the depths of his pupils.
The woman smiled and said, "You have slept for a day and a night. Have a bowl of chicken soup to fill your stomach first." After she finished speaking, she raised her wrist and handed a bowl of chicken soup to Xuan Ming's mouth.
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