Reborn as Zhao Ruilong of Handong, I will defy fate.

Chapter 391 Resolving the Hostage Crisis! Li Zejun Turns Misfortune into Fortune!

"Wake up!"

"Wake up!"

"Wake up! Wake up!"

The continuous calling and shaking gradually woke Li Zejun up.

I slowly opened my eyes and immediately felt dizzy and weak in my limbs.

It's like being suddenly woken up when you're sleeping soundly.

A persistent drowsiness prevented Li Zejun from thinking much.

As soon as I close my eyes, I feel sleepy again.

"Wake up! Wake up!"

"Sleeping any longer will be bad for your health!"

Zhao Ruilong is not as gentle as a nurse.

They pulled Li Zejun directly up from his seat.

"Stand firm! Stand firm! Don't fall asleep!"

Li Zejun said "oh" but was still a little unsteady.

Zhao Ruilong picked up a bottle of frozen mineral water, unscrewed the cap, and splashed some directly onto his face.

In an instant.

The icy sensation suddenly made Li Zejun much more awake.

With a wide-eyed glare, she reached out and wiped the icy water off her face.

"Who are you?"

"I...I am..."

Li Zejun was a little confused.

what's the situation?

Looking around, it's definitely our own private jet.

But where are Kong Zhiyong and the others?

I clearly remember that at the celebration banquet tonight, Kong Zhiyong suddenly said that he and his brothers were in trouble.

They've gotten themselves into serious trouble; they can't stay in the country anymore and have to flee abroad as soon as possible, begging for my help.

As long as I cooperate obediently, not only will they not harm me, but they will also give me the entire Jingzhou Hongli Real Estate Company.

But how could Li Zejun possibly believe such nonsense?

Especially Kong Zhiyong and others, each of them was carrying a gun and had detonators wrapped around their waists.

This is clearly a situation where they can't escape and are prepared to perish together with their enemies.

Shocked and terrified, Li Zejun had no other choice but to obediently cooperate.

Perhaps it's because he was kidnapped a few years ago.

After extorting over a billion yuan from his father, the other party actually released him.

Therefore, Li Zejun chose to believe Kong Zhiyong.

It is believed that Kong Zhiyong and his group escaped only to survive, not to perish together.

Ever since.

Not only did he not resist, he also actively encouraged others to cooperate.

Kong Zhiyong did not make things difficult for anyone.

Given the limited carrying capacity of private jets, if he hijacked too many hostages, he wouldn't be able to take his other brothers with him.

So in the end, they just made Li Zejun and two senior executives of the group act as hostages.

After having a good meal, the group took a car to the airport, escorted by police cars along the way.

The first time, the motorcade drove directly onto the tarmac without even passing through security, and then boarded the business jet.

The police did not take any forceful rescue action, and there were hardly any police cars in the airport.

It was as if no hostage situation had occurred; it was simply a group of VIPs leaving on a private jet.

And then……

Li Zejun remembers closing the cabin door and the plane taxiing out.

Kong Zhiyong and his entourage, who had been tense and fearful of a sudden police raid, relaxed after the plane began to taxi.

Kong Zhiyong even brought out a bottle of champagne, saying he wanted to have a drink with him, but it seems that before he could even drink the wine, he instantly lost consciousness.

just now.

Where were Kong Zhiyong and the others?

They vanished as if they had disappeared into thin air.

Inside the cabin, there were several medical staff in white coats and police officers in uniform.

of course.

There was also a young man dressed casually, with a playful smile on his face, staring at him.

He looked familiar, as if he had seen him somewhere before, but Li Zejun couldn't remember his name at all.

"Who are you? What happened? Where are Kong Zhiyong and the others who kidnapped me?"

"Are you guys putting on an act? A prank? Trying to scare me?"

Li Zejun fired off a barrage of questions.

Zhao Ruilong did not rush to answer.

First, hand the bottled water to Li Zejun.

After he had taken a few sips and felt more energetic, he said slowly and deliberately:

"This is not a prank, no one is trying to scare you."

"Kong Zhiyong and others who kidnapped and abducted you have been arrested and taken away by the police."

"You're safe now and can get off the plane anytime. Is there anything else?"

Li Zejun asked urgently with an incredulous look on his face:

How did you manage to do that?

“They clearly all had guns, and Kong Zhiyong even had detonators strapped to his body, ready to explode at any moment.”

"How come they're all gone when I wake up after taking a nap? They're all desperados, they wouldn't surrender willingly!"

Zhao Ruilong could understand Li Zejun's feelings.

Anyone would find themselves in this situation and would be unable to remain calm.

From the fear of being kidnapped to the joy of sudden freedom, one would naturally be extremely curious about what exactly happened.

Before he could even explain why, Li Zejun took a step forward, his curiosity piqued.

"You guys didn't use some kind of superpower, did you?"

"Or perhaps, there really is a master who possesses immortal arts?"

Zhao Ruilong was taken aback.

She looked at Li Zejun with great surprise.

What the hell?

Special abilities? Or even magic?

But then I quickly changed my mind.

This is 2002!

Although practicing Qigong and building perpetual motion machines are no longer popular among the general public, and people no longer believe that having a pot lid on one's head can receive cosmic information, access the internet, or watch television.

However, for a long time in the past, it was quite popular among the people, and even some powerful and wealthy people believed that allowing certain so-called masters to mingle in high society was a common practice.

Art originates from life.

To cater to the masses, martial arts, fantasy, and ghost-hunting films and television dramas naturally emerged.

Just like the many famous gambling king and casino series movies in Hong Kong, the characters in them have special abilities.

Folklore has long held beliefs in ghosts and spirits, and its rich cultural heritage spans thousands of years, resulting in countless legendary tales.

Therefore, when encountering things that are beyond one's own understanding and difficult to explain, it is easy to associate them with whether someone really has special abilities or some kind of Taoist magic.

The key is……

Li Zejun is from Hong Kong!

People in Hong Kong place great importance on feng shui and generally believe in ghosts and gods.

When he woke up, Kong Zhiyong and the others who had kidnapped him were gone.

There were no signs of fighting or gun battle inside the aircraft cabin.

Given such a miraculous occurrence, he would naturally suspect that someone had used supernatural abilities.

"There are no special abilities, no magical arts, and no demons or immortals in this world!"

"We simply modified the aircraft's oxygen supply system beforehand, and after the aircraft closed the cabin doors and began taxiing, we released anesthetic gas into the cabin, causing you all to quickly fall into a coma..."

Li Zejun suddenly realized.

No wonder I felt so weak and sleepy when I was woken up.

Now that I think about it, isn't this just like when I went to the hospital before and had a gastroscopy under general anesthesia?

I remember that time, after inhaling anesthetic gas, my brain seemed to suddenly freeze, and I couldn't remember anything.

When his wife woke him up by patting him, the gastroscopy was already over, but he felt extremely weak and sleepy.

"So this is ah!"

"I thought there were really some amazing people in mainland China with special abilities!"

Zhao Ruilong smiled coldly.

"What kind of special abilities do you have?"

"If such a thing existed, would there be any need to research modern technology?"

"Why bother building airplanes and high-speed trains? Wouldn't it be better to just fly through the clouds?"

"Alright, just cooperate with them and give a simple statement, that's all."

Li Zejun nodded repeatedly.

"Oh, good, good."

"Oh right, you still haven't answered me what your name is."

"You look very familiar, like I've seen you somewhere before."

Zhao Ruilong, who had already taken a few steps, stopped and turned his head.

"My name is Zhao Ruilong."

"Ah~"

Li Zejun's eyes widened suddenly.

"You...you are Zhao Ruilong?"

Zhao Ruilong laughed and said, "It was me, so you can rest assured and give your statement! The public security in Handong is actually quite good. What happened tonight was just an unexpected incident."

After saying that, Zhao Ruilong turned and left.

How could Li Zejun possibly be in the mood to give a statement?

Previously, he had asked Qiu Yanfei, the daughter of the gambling king, to see Zhao Ruilong, but he was unable to do so.

Now that we've finally met by chance, how can we just let Zhao Ruilong leave like this?

"Mr. Zhao!"

"Mr. Zhao!"

Li Zejun quickly chased after him out of the cabin.

Upon reaching the cabin door, one could see flashing police lights and countless vehicles outside.

There were also many armed police and special police officers scattered around to maintain vigilance.

Kong Zhiyong and the others were nowhere to be found; they were probably scattered and locked in police cars, ready to be taken back to the station for interrogation overnight.

As for Zhao Ruilong, whom he wanted to catch up with...

He saw a second-level police superintendent wearing a white shirt with two flowers on his epaulets chatting and laughing with him.

If it weren't for the fact that they were in a restricted airport area with many police and medical personnel around, the other party would definitely have offered Zhao Ruilong a cigarette and talked while smoking.

"That's a second-level police superintendent!"

"If I remember correctly, someone at this level is at least the head of the municipal public security bureau!"

"And it has to be a big city, so... could he be the bureau chief of Jingzhou City?"

Li Zejun believed that his kidnapping would definitely attract the attention of the top leadership in Handong, and that a high-ranking leader would direct a rescue operation.

Back then, when I was kidnapped and extorted by ruthless gangsters in Hong Kong, it was the Public Security Bureau of Guangdong Province that investigated the case, successfully captured the gangsters, and quickly tried and executed them.

However, before he could even step forward, the other person walked over with a smile on their face.

"Hello, Mr. Li Zejun, I am Tao Jinchu, the director of the Jingzhou Public Security Bureau."

"Hello!"

Li Zejun quickly shook hands.

"Thank you for saving me and getting me out of danger so quickly."

Tao Jinchu smiled and said, "Combating crime is what we police should do. If you really want to thank someone, then thank General Manager Zhao Ruilong!"

"It was his suggestion to feign cooperation with the kidnappers to lower their resistance, while secretly modifying the aircraft's oxygen supply system to release anesthetic gas during taxiing."

"Without his good suggestions and his tireless efforts to quickly modify the aircraft, we probably wouldn't have been able to carry out the rescue so safely and smoothly if we had used other methods."

Tao Jinchu was pragmatic and had no intention of seeking credit whatsoever.

When he was young, he was just a local police officer.

It was Zhao Lichun, who was robbed during a chance encounter while on a rural inspection tour.

He bravely fought off the robbers and earned Zhao Lichun's appreciation.

As Zhao Lichun was promoted, he also rose rapidly in rank.

With such a relationship, he naturally doesn't need to embellish his image.

Instead, they implied that the credit for this matter should go to Zhao Ruilong.