Shocking! The young educated youth had just arrived and was already clashing with spies.

Chapter 279 Jia Zhenyan, Beat Him

Jia Zhenyan believed that his companions would not let him fall into danger and would find him soon.

So even though no one paid any attention to him, he kept asking questions and asking tricks.

After he had already cursed the Revolutionary Committee for "treason", he even expressed his dissatisfaction with the Red Party government, complaining about its inaction and allowing Mr. Jiang, who had devoted his whole life to serving the country and the people, to be treated unfairly.

In order to increase his credibility, Jia Zhenyan also recounted his shallow experiences in Hong Kong City, which only included his visits and departures.

"Maybe it's right to leave here. There's nothing to be nostalgic about."

Chu Yunting, who had just connected to the signal and hadn't been happy for a second, broke out in a cold sweat. He glanced at Chu Xin and Zhou Yichen in the rearview mirror, and was relieved when he saw that their expressions had not changed.

At the same time, they were thankful that the monitoring device had a single channel and only they heard it. If it was heard by outsiders, it would have been a great blessing for Jia Zhenyan to be directly demoted.

However, his words really pried open the mouth of the hostage-taker, who tempted him with a kind tone:

"Since Comrade Jia feels it's not worth it to be here, why not leave with us?"

Jia Zhenyan was excited and continued to ask calmly:

"Leave, where are you going? Aren't you going to follow Kong Jiaxiang's orders to deal with me?"

“Hahaha…Comrade Jia is a capable man, our baby is not in time, how could he do anything to hurt you?

Believe me, if you leave with me, we will give you more freedom and better space for development, and will never let you experience the grievances you suffered under the Red Party government."

Jia Zhenyan pretended to understand something and stuttered.

"You...you are the spies who gave me money and...letters?!"

Then he acted terrified and wanted to escape, perfectly portraying the image of a timid, polite bookworm.

The people around him realized that his reaction was a bit too much, but they could understand it. Now is the time for China to crack down on spies.

Feeling more at ease, he quickly comforted Jia Zhenyan.

"Comrade Jia, don't be afraid. We didn't hurt you. To be more precise, we rescued you from Kong Jiaxiang's persecution. You should be able to feel our sincerity, right?"

Jia Zhenyan gritted his teeth and continued to act. He estimated that he could not let them go any longer, otherwise he would be taken out of Kyoto soon and it would be difficult for him to come back.

"Then, can you let go of my hands? My hands are important for drawing. You don't have to take off my hood. I won't look at it, but...is that okay?"

When Chu Yunting heard this, he knew that Jia Zhenyan was about to take action, so he increased his speed.

The two people who kidnapped Jia Zhenyan kept their eyes on his hands for a moment. They were indeed a pair of beautiful hands, which were incomparable to those of rough people like them.

After obtaining the consent of the driver in front, the rope that bound Jia Zhenyan's hands was cut.

"Okay, okay. We haven't received a response to our letter to Comrade Jia these past few days, so we resorted to drastic measures."

The spy holding the dagger said this with a smile, but there was a cold light flashing in his eyes. He was testing Jia Zhenyan.

Fortunately, Jia Zhenyan was wearing a hood, so his expression could not be seen and no flaws were revealed.

He quickly recalled the situations he and his friends had encountered, including the psychological warfare of the interrogation by Tekoli, and answered him timidly.

"I, I have a lot of people around Teko, I don't... dare."

The spy nodded and put away the dagger, even jokingly saying:

"Don't be nervous, don't be nervous, the rope has been untied, quickly move your wrists, talents like you, even your hair is precious."

Jia Zhenyan agreed and carefully moved his wrist, and the stun gun hidden in his sleeve slid down little by little. This was an improved version he made after he came back. It was only slightly longer than a flashlight and was easy to hide.

There were people on both sides, and whoever he moved first would be immediately held down by one of them. He could only try to find a way to stop the car first.

Take a deep breath and start brainstorming.

Based on what he saw the moment he got into the car, Jia Zhenyan knew that the person driving in front was an elderly-looking man. Due to his height, he was sitting low, and there was no one in the passenger seat.

Moreover, there are no seat belts for protection. If the car suddenly stops, the other two people will be stunned for a moment. Will that be enough time for him to jump out of the car and escape?

Then what kind of posture should he use to launch a sudden attack so as to avoid getting hurt?

Jia Zhenyan seemed to be stretching his muscles, and had already thought of a lot of wild ideas in his mind, but then he found that the more he thought about it, the more he dared not to do it.

Thinking about my companions, I gritted my teeth and got down to work.

He suddenly leaned forward, trying his best to protect his head based on his experience of the car crash in Hong Kong City. The stun gun in his hand quickly slid to his palm and he touched the switch, pressing the position he remembered and shocking the driver's seat directly.

Fortunately, he heard the "tapping" sound of the person in the front seat shivering all over.

Then the car braked suddenly, and due to inertia he was pushed forward, and his bent back hit the windshield directly.

With a "crash", the glass shattered. Jia Zhenyan did not rush out of the car and his head was well protected.

However, he misjudged the combat power of the other two spies. Before he could tear off the hood, one of them had already stretched out his hand towards him.

"Damn it, you're looking for death!"

Chu Yunting ripped off the monitoring headphones, stepped on the accelerator, and drove forward almost madly.

"Jia Zhenyan, beat him!"