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The supermarket shopping bags usually have addresses on them. If he could see the writing on it, he might know where he is.

Thinking this, Gan Tang’s eyes shifted and a plan formed in his mind. He immediately said, "I like bread. Can I swap it?"

"Stop playing games, no!" The guard shook the gun in his hand and coldly refused.

"Uncle!" The little guy looked at him, blinking his big eyes pitifully. "There are peanuts in here. I’m allergic. If I have an allergic reaction, I’ll have asthma. Without medication, I’ll die, and you’ll have caught me for nothing."

"Kids are such trouble!" The guard muttered a curse and pointed his chin toward the table, "Come and get it yourself!"

This little guy’s identity was special. They had struggled to capture him, and if he had an allergic reaction and something happened, it would be trouble for them.

Seeing the guard agree, Gan Tang felt a surge of joy. He immediately hugged the cookie pack and went over, carefully opening the shopping bag, pretending to swap for bread while quickly scanning the writing on the bag.

Sure enough, he saw the name of a chain supermarket and the smaller print indicated the XX district branch.

"What are you looking at? Hurry up!" The guard, unhappy with his dawdling, pushed him away. He pulled out a can of beer from the bag, opened the tab, took a sip, and irritably checked his watch.

Seeing the guard already displeased, Gan Tang didn’t dare look any longer. He quickly grabbed a bottle of water and some bread, returned to the bed, opened the bread bag, and nibbled at it while thinking of a plan.

There was no phone in the room, and with the guard watching, it was impossible to throw any rescue notes out the window... Finally, his gaze fell on the guard’s pocket.

That square item, it should be a cell phone, right?

If he could get his phone and call Mommy, he could tell her where he was. Mommy and Daddy would definitely come save him right away.

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...

Meanwhile, in another bedroom.

Two burly men lifted the half-naked Qian Xueying and put her on the bed.

Sam stood by the bedside, his gaze sweeping over her semi-nude body, stopping at her wounds. His tone carried displeasure. "How did she end up like this? Didn’t I ask for her alive?"

The subordinate hung his head. "When we chased her down, she was already like this."

Sam pinched Qian Xueying’s chin, turned her head in another direction, and reached out to check her neck pulse. Qian Xueying’s pulse was weak.

Taking a glance at her wounds, Sam ordered in a low voice, "Bring the medicine box."

The subordinate turned and quickly returned with a tray holding a medicine box and some medical supplies.

Sam rummaged through the medicine box, pulling out a pair of tweezers, casually wiped them with a cotton ball, and then nodded his chin at the subordinate.

"Hold her down!"

"Colonel! The General is on the phone." Another subordinate came in, handing him a phone.

Sam took the phone and put it to his ear.

"General, it’s Sam."

"How’s everything?"

The voice on the other end was a steady middle-aged man’s.

"The kid is with me. Everything is proceeding according to your plan."

"Be very careful with this. Not a single piece of information must be leaked."

"Don’t worry!" Sam’s gaze shifted to the pillow where Qian Xueying’s face lay. "I’ve brought Qian Xueying along. They’ll think it’s her plot and won’t suspect you."