With a splash,
cold, bone-chilling water drenched Kong Heng's face.
Jolted awake, Kong Heng came to his senses, groggy and disoriented.
His vision was dim and flickering, and his head swam with confusion.
Kong Heng knew he must have been drugged, unsure of the exact situation but realized that struggling or shouting would be futile. It was better to remain calm and conserve his energy.
After several deep breaths and a few seconds, Kong Heng finally regained clarity.
He opened his eyes and found himself in a vehicle, his hands and feet shackled apart and fixed to the seat, making it impossible to unlock them and escape on his own.
Glancing around, Kong Heng realized he was inside an infantry fighting vehicle.
The seats were arranged along both sides of the car, and in the front were the driver and vehicle commander, complete with a turret and gun ports—it definitely wasn't a common family car.
