Footsteps sounded from behind her, growing closer and closer.
An Hao felt her heartbeat suddenly soar to a hundred and twenty, her ears filled with the sound of her blood rushing.
Intuition told her that this man meant her harm!
She had to escape!
With all her strength, An Hao pedaled her bike fiercely, only to suddenly feel the rear rack sink down, making it harder and harder to pedal.
"Don't bother, it's no use," the man's voice said in a very husky tone.
"What do you want?" An Hao turned around with a mix of anger and fright, looking at the man.
He didn't speak, but quickly reached out his large hand and covered An Hao's mouth and nose with a handkerchief.
An Hao struggled fiercely for a moment, then felt a wave of dizziness, the light before her eyes fading, and before passing out, she identified the drug on the handkerchief—ether.
At headquarters, Qin Jian was holding a meeting with several operations staff officers.
"Report!" A signalman suddenly appeared at the door.