Zuo Ling typed 800 on the calculator.
I couldn't see the stall owner's features clearly, but I could see his eyes. In a daze, I seemed to see him smiling, a smile that was... very strange.
Alarm bells rang in her mind, and just as she was about to get up, something hard pressed against her lower back.
Someone whispered in Zuo Ling's ear: "Don't move, be careful the gun doesn't go off accidentally."
Looking at the stall owner again, he gathered up the scraps of cloth spread on the ground and stared at her with a sinister look in his eyes.
In a flash, Zuo Ling understood.
The man pointing a gun at her was the short stall owner from earlier; he was fishing.
The man before them was confirmed to be a left-handed psychic.
In the entire ghost market, only these two people's stalls had energy crystals.
Ordinary people cannot distinguish energy crystals; those who can accurately identify them must be people with superpowers!
A chill ran down my spine. Superpowered individuals have entered the mortal world so early? And they're even setting traps to catch fish?
The short man lowered his voice and urged her, "Get up and come with us."
The stall owner next door noticed something was wrong, but pretended not to see it and turned his face away.
Zuo Ling slowly got up, and the two men, one on each side, escorted her out of the Ghost Market.
Zuo Ling asked in a low voice:
"What are you trying to do? Kidnapping someone in broad daylight, is there no law left?"
The short man chuckled:
"Sister, this is a ghost market. How many people disappear here every year? Look around, are there any security cameras?"
It was pitch black all around, and the two men dragged her into the shadows.
The noise was at least 500 meters away from them, and there wasn't a single pedestrian around.
Another person said:
"Stop looking. No one can save you. There isn't a single camera within 300 meters. Don't you think about it? The ghost market was set up here. If there were more cameras, where would the ghosts hide?"
very good!
After finding out what she wanted, Zuo Ling conjured two cell phone stun guns out of thin air in her hand, and with a flick of her wrist, she fired them at the two men respectively.
Before they could even show the horror on their faces, the two were stunned by the powerful electric current and fell to the ground.
Silently recite, "Receive!" The person appears in the space.
Zuo Ling was overjoyed and understood that as long as a person or thing had no consciousness, the space would be sealed!
Instead of rushing out of the darkness, she walked deeper into it.
Find a T-shaped corner, stand against the wall, and let your consciousness sink into the space.
They thoroughly searched the two people's belongings, inside and out.
ID card, driver's license, vehicle registration certificate, car keys, two small-caliber handguns, four magazines, a silencer, two mobile phones, a hotel key card, and more than 50,000 yuan in cash.
Zuo Lingle's mouth was practically watering.
Two pistols, and 40 rounds of ammunition!
Yang Chengang sold her a beautiful toy gun, giving her many instructions, as if afraid she would cause him trouble.
I was just wondering where to get a few guns when someone delivered them to my door. How thoughtful!
In addition to various handicrafts used for fishing, three yellow energy crystals were also found.
Including the one the short guy sold her, and the green crystal cabochon, she had a total of 6 energy crystals.
Zuo Ling was very dissatisfied; they were too poor! No wonder they came out to set traps and rob people.
It's obvious that even if low-grade energy crystals existed, they would have been used to enhance superpowers and wouldn't have been left behind.
If it weren't for the scheme, the small jade pendant and bracelet wouldn't have been kept.
The bulletproof vest was taken off; it was for a petite woman, and it fit Zuo Ling perfectly, even better than the one she bought herself.
After tidying up, we searched around and figured their car must be nearby.
Before I had walked 30 meters, I saw a seven-seater silver-gray minivan with the same license plate number as the vehicle registration certificate.
With no one around, he put it into his spatial storage.
In the apocalypse, the best vehicle to drive is a regular-looking, spacious minivan, which is the most practical for hauling goods and people.
Besides instant noodles, bottled water, small bread rolls, sausages, a few packs of cigarettes, two cans of gasoline, and some car repair tools, there was nothing else in the car.
After crossing two streets and making a huge detour, Zuo Ling found her car and drove straight out of the city.
Drive to a deserted area, put the Tank 500 into its storage space, and release the van.
The van has a large interior space, making it ideal for inspecting people.
A bottle of mineral water was poured over him, and the big man jolted awake, looking around in a daze.
I'm familiar with my own van.
He moved his hands and feet, his whole body tightly bound by two wire ropes.
"Binding...the Immortal Rope".
The voice remained relatively calm.
Zuo Ling, holding an electric baton, patted his cheek and laughed, "You have good eyesight; you even know about the Immortal Binding Rope."
As they were talking, the little guy woke up too. He looked at himself, then at his companion, pouted, and cried out in a tearful voice:
"Boss."
The eldest brother ignored him and glared fiercely at Zuo Ling:
"It was my carelessness. You are a master who doesn't reveal her abilities. I admit defeat."
Holding up the ID card in her hand, Zuo Ling asked, "Surname Jin, from a hermit family?"
The eldest brother is named Jin Qiangyu, and the short one is named Jin Qiangjie.
Jin Qiangyu was first surprised, then proud:
"You're also from a hermit family? Which one? It's good that you know we're from the Jin family, so hurry up and release us. Otherwise, hmph!"
They even dared to threaten her after falling into her hands.
Zuo Ling swung the electric baton and smashed it down hard:
"Otherwise what? Hmm, otherwise what? What? Speak!..."
Jin Qiangyu remained defiant, hurling insults and profanities.
Zuo Ling became even more ruthless, and the sound of bones cracking could be heard. She continued to beat Jin Qiangyu until he was half dead before she stopped.
He glared menacingly at Jin Qiangjie: "He doesn't know what's good for him, what about you?"
Jin Qiangjie looked miserable: "Tell me...tell me what? If I tell you, you'll let us go?"
Waving the stun gun, Zuo Lingdao said:
Whether or not you let me go depends on your answer and also on my mood.
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