Chapter 675 Truck
Just as the subordinate was about to leave, Jiang Zhenguo called him.
"Wait."
The subordinate immediately trotted over: "Chief? Have you decided to rescue her?"
Jiang Zhenguo has made many difficult decisions in his life.
Agreeing to his wife to go back as a war correspondent is one.
And at this moment, he made another very difficult decision--
"No," Jiang Zhenguo said, "It can't be too unimpeded. Try to check once or twice, but don't be too serious when checking."
If you give the green light completely, the other party may also be suspicious.
"Yes!" The subordinate saluted and turned to leave.
Jiang Zhenguo stared at the truck that was getting smaller and smaller on the screen, and prayed silently in his heart: Cheng Ling is a lucky person, I hope everything goes well for her and she returns safely as soon as possible!
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The truck compartment was bumpy.
Cheng Ling closed her eyes and did not move.
She was feeling the surrounding environment.
--They gave themselves a heavy dose of anesthesia, but Cheng Ling held her breath as the cloth with anesthesia pressed over her--her lung capacity was already very high after training, and she easily deceived them with her excellent acting skills.
They really thought Cheng Ling had fainted.
Cheng Ling relaxed her body and let the other party do whatever they wanted. Although the dosage of the drug was very high, they sealed her mouth with tape and tied her hands with ropes for safety.
The other party was quite sympathetic and gently put Cheng Ling into a large cardboard box in the truck compartment.
The bottom of the cardboard box was covered with a moisture-proof mat, and there was a layer of chemical fiber carpet on the mat. This caused static electricity in her hair and made it stick to the carpet, which was not very comfortable.
In addition, the other party also covered her with several layers of thick quilts, which was not too cold.
Cheng Ling could easily get rid of the clamp, but she remained in her original state.
The carriage was filled with the sweet smell of pears and the sour smell of hawthorn.
It seemed that this was a freight truck, carrying pears and hawthorns produced in the north and selling them in the southern market.
According to Cheng Ling's judgment, this heavyweight agricultural truck can go through the green channel, saving a lot of inspections and fees, and saving a lot of time.
The box where Cheng Ling was hiding was at the innermost part of the carriage.
There were large boxes piled up above, below, and on both sides of her. Unless the entire truck was unloaded, no one would know that there was a living person hiding in the box.
After an unknown amount of time, the car stopped.
Cheng Ling guessed that it should be a routine inspection at the highway checkpoint.
Sure enough, there was a voice outside the car.
"Where did the car leave from?"
"Jinzhou." Someone answered with a thick northeastern accent.
"What's on the car?" someone asked.
"It's agricultural products, pears and hawthorns from our northeast, sweet and sour, southerners love to eat them--"
"Open the carriage and let me see."
"Okay!"
Then, the iron bolt on the carriage door rang, and after turning a circle, the carriage door opened.
The sound of the conversation became very clear at this time.
Someone jumped onto the carriage, fiddled with the cardboard boxes outside the carriage, and shone a flashlight into the interior of the carriage. He found nothing unusual, then jumped off the carriage and said, "Okay, no problem. Close it."
"Okay, comrade, it's hard for you to stand here in the middle of the night. Here's a bag of pears for you to try. They're really delicious!" said the man with a northeastern accent, taking out a plastic bag from the carriage and closing the door of the truck compartment.
"I don't want it. We have regulations," the man politely refused, and then gave a few instructions, "It's dark on the road, drive alert, and don't fall asleep. If you're tired, rest at the rest stop, don't show off. Making money is important, but having a life to spend it is more important."
"Of course, thank you, comrade!"
"Okay, let's go!"
Not long after, the car started again and the carriage began to shake.
Cheng Ling quietly moved her limbs and changed to a more comfortable position. Then she turned her tongue and moved the mini syringe under her tongue to the other side. This thing always stayed under the root of her tongue on one side, which was uncomfortable.
The syringe was filled with powerful adrenaline. At a critical moment, she could inject the adrenaline in the syringe into her body and force out all her potential.