Chapter 642 - 657: Kidnapping

The moment Min Xiaorou made her move, An Ning understood.

Min Xiaorou herself was the weapon—a disposable one.

A gas drifted out. An Ning subconsciously mobilized her spiritual power, only to find it paralyzed.

"Developed specifically for you."

Min Xiaorou’s face began to blur in An Ning’s eyes. Her consciousness gradually faded, and she passed out.

Min Xiaorou slammed on the brakes. A large truck that had been following them at some point quickly pulled up. Its cargo bay opened, and An Ning’s entire car drove inside. The truck’s doors closed, and the car vanished completely.

An ordinary-looking large truck drove along the roads of Beijing, heading toward the highway entrance.

At the same time, the alarms on both An Guoping and Jiang Xia grew scorching hot.

Jiang Xia, who was at work, shot to his feet and looked at his watch.

A small black bump on it was flashing incessantly. Morse code.

Truck. Min Xiaorou. Gone.

Jiang Xia immediately contacted Director Zhao. Upon hearing the news, Director Zhao immediately contacted the personnel who tailed An Ning daily.

Although An Ning disliked being followed, Director Zhao couldn’t possibly let her roam freely, no matter how capable she was.

An Guoping didn’t know what had happened, but he knew An Ning was in trouble.

The only person he could contact was Jiang Xia, who didn’t hide anything from him.

On the other end of the line, An Guoping was instantly consumed by guilt and self-blame. ’It’s all my fault. If it weren’t for me, Min Xiaorou never would have appeared, An Ning wouldn’t have paid her so much attention, and Min Xiaorou wouldn’t have had this opportunity.’

"An Guoping, have faith in your sister."

After saying this, Jiang Xia hung up. He wasn’t as calm as he appeared. An Ning had sent a distress signal.

’What kind of situation would force An Ning to call for help?’

Less than ten minutes passed between the incident and the consolidation of all information. Where An Ning’s vehicle had disappeared and which truck had taken it—everything was investigated and clarified.

The pursuit began. Jiang Xia left his company, insisting on joining the rescue operation.

And what about An Ning at this moment?

Her situation wasn’t as dire as one might imagine.

Her spiritual power had indeed been paralyzed, but only for an instant. An Ning was curious. ’Who, or what power, is behind this? How dare they brazenly kidnap me in the heart of Huaxia?’

If someone told her there wasn’t an inside man, she’d eat her own shoe.

So, An Ning chose to play along.

Inside the large truck, An Ning was moved.

Their plan was meticulous. While the truck was moving, a door suddenly opened in its floor. As the truck sped on, An Ning was sent out through this opening.

In less than two seconds, An Ning vanished from the truck as if into thin air.

Shortly after An Ning disappeared, a corpse with a very similar build and identical clothes was placed where she had been sitting.

Half an hour later, the large truck was intercepted at the highway entrance by heavily armed police.

Min Xiaorou was arrested with a smile on her face. Seeing Jiang Xia and An Guoping running toward her, she grinned smugly.

"Too late. You’re too late."

"HAHAHAHA! It was always her life we were after."

An Guoping’s mind went blank. ’Her life? An Ning’s life?’

"No way! My sister wouldn’t... You liar!"

Agitated, An Guoping rushed forward, punching and kicking Min Xiaorou before being pulled away.

"Jiang Xia—it’s fake, right? Right?"

An Guoping grabbed Jiang Xia, who was emerging from the truck’s cargo bay, and shook him violently, desperate for a negative answer.

But Jiang Xia, being shaken, didn’t know what to say and remained silent.

An Guoping’s eyes grew frantic. He shoved Jiang Xia away in a fit of emotion.

"No way—that’s my sister—my sister is so capable, how could anything happen to her!"

An Guoping pushed aside every obstacle in his way and recklessly scrambled into the truck, where he saw a corpse with a disfigured face covered in knife wounds.

"She’s not my sister! She’s not my sister! We’re twins, we have a connection! That’s not her! It’s not!"

An Guoping’s legs gave out, and he collapsed to his knees, screaming that it wasn’t, it couldn’t be her.

Jiang Xia came in from outside, grabbed An Guoping, and dragged him out. He held him and said, "It’s not. That’s not An Ning. It’s definitely not."

"AHHHHH—"

An Guoping’s agonized roar left him curled up on the ground, gasping for breath, overcome with grief.

He insisted over and over that it wasn’t her, but he couldn’t be sure. ’What if it is?’

The mere thought of that possibility made An Guoping feel as if all the air had been sucked from his lungs, the pain so intense he couldn’t escape it.

As Min Xiaorou was led away, she glanced at An Guoping curled up on the ground, feeling nothing at all.

Jiang Xia dragged An Guoping into a car and took him back to wait for the results—the results of the forensic analysis.

In the car, Jiang Xia helped An Guoping sit up. He forcefully pried open An Guoping’s hand and traced a single word on his palm with a finger: *No.*

*It’s not An Ning.*

An Guoping felt the word on his palm and saw the warning in Jiang Xia’s eyes. He instantly understood something.

’Brother Jiang Xia knows it’s not my sister, but he can’t say it out loud. Or rather, we have to act like we don’t know for sure.’

"Sis—it’s all my fault—my fault—Ahhh—*sob*—my fault."

An Guoping’s grief wasn’t entirely an act; he truly felt it was his fault. A grown man, sobbing continuously.

Jiang Xia understood that An Guoping was partly acting, so he didn’t stop him.

With An Ning kidnapped, he couldn’t trust anyone.

The car arrived at the lab, where the Luo Family personally took charge of the forensic analysis.

They got the negative result in record time.

Jiang Xia had known this would be the answer, but he still felt a wave of relief wash over him. ’She’s really okay.’

An Guoping collapsed to the floor, muttering, "It’s not, it’s not, it’s not my sister, not my sister."

But now, the trail had gone cold.

The only lead left was Min Xiaorou. They were interrogating her around the clock, but would someone who came with a death wish really talk?

At the same time, An Ning, having been swapped out from under the truck, was transferred between various vehicles multiple times. She was finally put inside a box and taken away.

About ten hours later, An Ning sent a message to Jiang Xia.

"Am alive. All good."

The four words gave Jiang Xia some peace of mind, but they also made him angry.

’I really can’t let her be out there on her own. She dares to walk into any danger.’

Jiang Xia wanted to message An Ning back but was afraid it would expose her and cause unnecessary danger. In the end, he could only passively receive her updates.

At that moment, An Ning felt the box she was in being lifted. She heard the sound of a ship and the waves. ’Are they going out to sea?’

An Ning released a nano-sized probe, as small as a speck of dust, and learned of the scene outside.

Shipping containers. A pier.

’They’re really going to sea. Or are they planning to send me out of the country?’

’I just don’t know which country.’

Many dust-sized bots helped An Ning record information. After compiling it, she sent the message to Jiang Xia.