Chapter 263 What's your boyfriend's phone number? Or you can call your brother.

The gunshots were heard and the remaining three gangsters fell down.

The people trapped in the car looked towards the house with great concern.

In the smoke and dust, the mask on Meng Zhiyi's face had already fallen off. She raised her hands to fan in front of her face and coughed violently a few times.

"Are you okay?"

A familiar voice came.

Meng Zhiyi didn't say anything, but looked over with some confusion, squinting his eyes and trying hard to see the person in the smoke and dust.

She didn't dare to confirm until the figure came closer.

"Sang Xiaomian? Why are you here?" Meng Zhiyi was very surprised to see her.

Similarly, when he saw clearly that it was her, Sang Xiaomian was no less shocked than she was.

"Shouldn't I be the one asking you this?" Sang Xiaomian, who was wearing clothes similar to the criminals, was looking at her seriously.

"Why are you here in a place like this?"

Because she is Meng Zhizhou's sister, Sang Xiaomian cares about her even more.

After finishing her undercover work on the cruise ship, she was sent to Talia after recovering from her injuries to continue lurking in this criminal gang in order to collect more evidence of the Jiang family's crimes and cooperate with the peacekeeping forces stationed there to destroy the criminal organization.

The original plan was to follow these people back to their base, but ended up running into Meng Zhiyi here.

Seeing that Meng Zhiyi didn't answer his question, Sang Xiaomian's occupational disease came back.

She pulled out a walkie-talkie from her pocket and said, "What's your boyfriend's phone number? Or you can call your brother. I'll notify the military camp and have them come pick you up."

"Don't." Meng Zhiyi quickly grabbed her hand and said, "They don't know I'm here."

"?" Hearing this, Sang Xiaomian found it even more outrageous.

"I'm here to investigate something." Meng Zhiyi said directly without any ambiguity.

Sang Xiaomian: "Are you alone?"

Meng Zhiyi nodded.

"Nonsense! Don't you know where this place is? You come here alone to find..." Sang Xiaomian couldn't say the last word.

Meng Zhiyi: "I have my own things to do, just like you have your own responsibilities."

Sang Xiaomian opened her mouth, but finally gave up and asked again, "You weren't hurt anywhere in the explosion, were you?"

Meng Zhiyi patted himself and said, "No, there happened to be a broken sofa, so I hid behind it."

Sang Xiaomian was relieved only after making sure that she was not injured.

Then he asked, "Where is Bickley? Where did you throw him? I have to take him and these people back to the barracks. He is an important prisoner. You should come with me."

Meng Zhiyi was silent for a moment. She originally wanted Piccolo to take her to find Lian Mubai, but since Sang Xiaomian said so, she couldn't just snatch him away.

"He's in another room on the second floor. I'm not going with you. I'm going to Frieley."

"Go to Fulili?" Sang Xiaomian frowned, looked at Meng Zhiyi seriously and asked, "What do you want to do? Fulili is the core of the war zone. Even though it is a truce now, it is still very dangerous."

Meng Zhiyi waved his hands and said casually, "Okay, I won't ask you what you are doing here as an undercover agent, and you don't have to ask me what I am doing. Also, don't tell anyone that you have seen me, including Meng Zhizhou."

"you……"

"By the way." Sang Xiaomian was interrupted, and then she asked, "I didn't notice you just now. When did you get here?"

Seeing that she had changed the subject, Sang Xiaomian was tactful and did not ask any more questions. He said, "The first person you knocked out was me."

"..." Meng Zhiyi smiled awkwardly: "Sorry."

"Okay, since we are going to Fulili, let's hurry up. There is a mountain pass about 80 kilometers ahead. It is the shortest way to Fulili, but there are always a group of refugees robbing passers-by there. You'd better take a detour from the west."

After that, Sang Xiaomian handed his walkie-talkie to Meng Zhiyi and continued, "Our peacekeeping troops are stationed in a northern city, not far from Fry. If you really encounter difficulties, you can use this to contact them."

"I don't ask you what you want to do, but I'm going to give you the two words you once gave me."

"Take care of yourself."

"Take care of yourself too." Meng Zhiyi put away the walkie-talkie, nodded, turned around, climbed out of another window, and ran in the direction of where he parked his car.

Sang Xiaomian stood at the window and looked at her, her brows furrowed tightly. Although she had seen Meng Zhiyi's skills on the cruise ship, she still couldn't help but worry.

After a while, she sighed leisurely, then turned around and continued doing what she was supposed to do.

It was already dawn.

Meng Zhiyi did not leave in a hurry, but stood beside the car and watched from a distance as the two trucks left the town.

She started the car and drove towards Frili only after they were out of sight.

Meng Zhiyi actually wanted to take a detour, but the map showed that the nearest gas station was in a town more than 80 kilometers away.

She glanced at the oil gauge and had no choice but to keep walking towards that place.

Just as Sang Xiaomian said, after walking more than 80 kilometers, Meng Zhiyi could see some beggars appearing on the roadside.

Most of these beggars were old women and children. They were dressed in rags. The children were so hungry that they were skin and bones, with their skinny limbs supporting an incredibly big belly, which was heartbreaking to look at.

However, Meng Zhiyi did not slow down.

In this situation, once the car stops, it will be surrounded by these people crazily.

A few kilometers further ahead, a small town appeared at the pass of the mountains.

Unlike the refugees begging along the road, the rooftops here are guarded by people with guns, and they are all men in their prime.

Meng Zhiyi's arrival immediately attracted their attention. Some men who were originally sitting on the ground stood up one after another, and looked over like beasts seeing their prey.

Meng Zhiyi just glanced at them quickly and then drove straight to the gas station ahead.

There were also people guarding the gas station with guns, but the difference was that they were all wearing military uniforms, and they seemed to be the security forces of the local civilian organization.

As soon as the car stopped, two guards came up and cautiously pointed their guns at Meng Zhiyi, signaling him to lower the window.

Meng Zhiyi lowered the window halfway and said in the local language, "Come on."

The other party glanced back through the car window and when he confirmed that Meng Zhiyi was the only one in the car, he immediately relaxed his vigilance.

One of them looked at Meng Zhiyi carefully and asked, "Chinese?"

"Yes." Meng Zhiyi said, taking out his ID to show them.

When they found out she was Chinese, they looked at each other, as if they were trying to confirm something. After a long silence, they said, "Leave immediately after refueling. Don't stop."

"Thank you." Meng Zhiyi did not get out of the car, but waited for them to fill up the car with gas.

When paying, one of them walked to the window and reminded me again: "Miss, I suggest you turn around and go west. It's not safe ahead."