Asang looked at the direction he left, turned around and ran towards another small factory next to him.
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Inside the old factory building, it was extremely quiet, except for the heavy and tired breathing of the man.
Jiao Yang's clothes were already soaked with sweat. With all his strength wasted, he finally freed one hand from the rope.
Of course, he also paid a heavy price for this. The skin on his wrists and the back of his hands had been bruised and bloody.
Ignoring the pain in his hand, he took a breath and immediately reached over and pulled the leather cord on the other wrist.
At this moment, his fingers were so painful that they were almost numb. Wherever he had the strength, he couldn't pull them anymore.
Helpless, he could only stop his movements and rest for a while. Feeling that his body had some strength again, he struggled to stand up, put his face close, and used his teeth and fingers to pull the leather rope forcefully.
Little by little, time by time...
With his efforts, the leather rope finally came loose little by little, and his other palm finally became free again.
Jiao Yang breathed a long sigh of relief and immediately used both hands to untie the leather rope around his waist.
The leather cord was connected to the back of his waist. He carefully put his fingers over it and fumbled around.
He didn't touch the connector of the leather cord, but he touched a square object. Jiao Yang frowned in confusion.
"What's this?"
Not daring to move, he propped up his body with his arms and leaned hard toward the iron frame.
Finally, his head came to the edge of the iron frame.
Oh my God, what did he see?
It is a small black square box with a red light flashing on it and a small wireless receiver next to it.
This is... a bomb?!
Jiao Yang's heart suddenly clenched.
No wonder, no wonder there was no one there when he woke up. They even put their mobile phones on the side of his head, as if they were not afraid of him escaping at all. They had already made other plans.
So, where did Locke and the others go?
Who are these bombs prepared for?!
If they wanted to kill just him, there wouldn't be such a big deal.
Looking around, Jiao Yang noticed the surveillance camera still running in the corner. Jiao Yang suddenly thought of a possibility, and his heart suddenly jumped up.
Locke's goal is Luo Xiaoqian. Knowing that he is caught, Luo Xiaoqian and Leng Zimo will definitely take action. Leng Zimo will definitely not let Xiaoqian come, so he will come to save him.
Does this despicable Locke want to use him as bait to blow up Leng Zimo?!
no!
He must leave here, leave before Leng Zimo finds him.
After a quick look around, Jiao Yang found nothing that could be used to cut the leather rope. He noticed the cell phone placed aside, his eyes lit up, and he immediately took the dead cell phone and slammed it on the subway stand.
After dropping it several times, the phone screen finally shattered. He carefully removed a large fragment from it, and Jiao Yang quickly cut the leather cord around his waist.
Outside the factory.
Leng Zimo carefully walked into the yard and walked cautiously towards the factory. He noticed that there were signs of overrun weeds on the lawn of the square. He raised his eyebrows and immediately moved towards the factory building at the rear.
In a certain factory building, there was a sudden sound of knocking. He stopped, turned his head and listened carefully. Then he held the gun tightly and carefully moved toward the direction of the sound.
Seeing no one around, Leng Zimo carefully raised his head and looked into the factory through the window. Through the gap in the worn curtains, he could clearly see the figure of a man half-supported on the iron frame bed in the room.
