He turned around, radiating a suffocating chill, and walked toward the national highway.
Zhang Tian looked at Zhang Cheng walking out of the darkness as if he had seen the Grim Reaper, his throat went dry, and he couldn't help but swallow.
“Zhang…” He had only managed to utter one word.
Zhang Cheng flashed to his side, grabbed him by the neck, and pressed him firmly against the cold hood of the Santana.
Zhang Tian could clearly hear Zhang Cheng's heavy and suppressed breathing.
“Mr. Zhang,” Zhang Cheng’s voice was devoid of warmth, “now, can you tell me the truth?”
"I, I'll talk, I'll talk..." Zhang Tian's face turned red, and he felt like his bones were groaning.
Zhang Cheng slowly loosened his grip slightly: "Who are they?"
"I...I really didn't know!" Zhang Tian cried, filled with regret. If he had known this would happen, he would never have dared to touch these treasury bonds.
Zhang Cheng stared into his eyes, and after a moment, changed the subject: "You're leaving for Shanghai tonight. Who else have you told about this?"
Zhang Cheng quickly considered the options: Zhang Jingtao? Zhao Daming's comrade-in-arms, he should be trustworthy, and his motives were questionable. It couldn't be him.
"No, I didn't tell anyone! Except, except for you gentlemen, only Section Chief Zhang knows!" Zhang Tian hurriedly explained.
He certainly hadn't expected the trip to be so dangerous, but he wasn't stupid; nearly fourteen million treasury bonds...
It's enough to drive anyone crazy, so the itinerary is naturally kept highly confidential.
driver!
A thought flashed through Zhang Cheng's mind.
He suddenly looked up and shouted sharply in Zhang Jianhao's direction: "Jianhao, bring those drivers here to me!"
Zhang Jianhao was taken aback, but immediately accepted the order and ran towards the front of the convoy with his gun.
A moment later, Zhang Jianhao returned, dragging someone along, and shouted from afar:
"Brother, the two car drivers are missing! And the guy in the truck, he wet his pants and fainted from fright!"
Zhang Cheng released his grip on Zhang Tian and turned his gaze to the truck driver who had been dragged over, his expression still cold.
Zhang Tian slumped on the hood, panting heavily, watching Zhang Cheng's retreating figure, feeling nothing but a deep-seated fear.
There was even a strange sense of awe.
Zhang Cheng walked up to the truck driver, grabbed a handful of snow, and rubbed it hard on his face.
The driver jolted awake, and upon seeing his surroundings, nearly fainted again, stammering incoherently:
"No, it's none of my business, I don't know anything about it!"
Zhang Cheng crouched down, his voice calm yet carrying an undeniable pressure:
"Don't miss a single word about what those two Santana drivers said or did."
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