Chapter 494: Changes in the Middle East
During this season, the Arabian Peninsula is often covered with sand. The overwhelming sandstorm mixed with sand and stones roared in the dark, like the end of the world. On a side street in Riyadh, the capital of Saudi Arabia, vendors methodically cover their stalls with a layer of plastic film or blankets, so that when the sandstorm has passed, the blankets covered in yellow sand can be opened again. Pedestrians on the road walked steadily, except for some foreign tourists who looked at the dusky sandstorm in the distance with panicked expressions.
Like most Arab men, men in white robes and turbans hurried through the side streets, head-on to the spot where the sandstorm had struck. There are more and more grains of sand in the air, and the vision is getting more and more blurred. He took out his goggles and mask and put them on his face, and did it in one go, without the slightest hesitation. Finally, when he reached the door of a private inn, he looked up to check the Arabic inscription on the plaque that was twisted like a dragon and snake, and then raised his foot to enter the door.
The Arab owner of the small inn did not expect that there would be guests coming in at this time, and in the spirit of the principle of harmony and wealth, old Abdullah warmly greeted him: "Allah willing, the sandstorm outside is as big as the anger of Lord Allah, do you want to stay guests?"
After the white-robed man had a sloppy beard and took off his glasses and mask, the elder Abdullah realized that he might be descended from Arabs and Indians, and his complexion was more yellow than that of ordinary Arabs, but Arabic was spoken very authentically, albeit with some accents of the southeastern emirates. "I want a single room for three days. β
Old Abdullah helped the white-robed man check in like he did other guests, and when he registered, he found out that the man was using a Yemeni passport.
After paying the advance payment, the white-robed half-blood man took the key and went upstairs, old Abdullah glanced at the back of the guest, and suddenly felt that something was not right, but after pondering for a long time, he finally muttered to himself mockingly: "This bad sandstorm weather, my pious Allah slave has become suspicious......"
The elder Abdullah turned on the radio, he had been listening to the "Islamic Call" radio station since he was young, and the radio station was broadcasting today's news, and the host reminded everyone in fast Arabic that it was a sandstorm and that they should pay attention to protective measures. Old Abdullah glanced up at the weather outside the sliding glass door, the sky was completely dark, and from time to time there were grains of sand and small stones hitting the glass door with a thumping sound.
"Grandpa, is Allah angry?" the little grandson came to him at some point, holding two small round stones in his hand - these are the beloved toys that have been with the little one for most of the day today.
"Yes, Lord Allah is angry again, what can we do?"
The little grandson looked up at his grandfather: "We can read it, so that Lord Allah will not be angry." β
Old Abdullah smiled, lifted his little grandson to his lap, took a breath, and began to say a prayer with words.
By the time the grandfather and grandson had finished praying, the sandstorm outside the house had not yet passed, and the weather was even darker. Old Abdullah raised his hand to turn off the radio, but suddenly heard the host say: "Insert a new one: An hour ago, there was a shooting murder at the Ritz-Carlton Hotel in the city center, according to the front reporter, the deceased was a 40-year-old Chinese American, the deceased's bodyguard had shot back, according to witnesses, the killer was dressed as a hotel waiter, the Riyadh police have intervened in the investigation, and we will also pay attention to the dynamics of this matter in real time." β
For some reason, after listening to the news, old Abdullah subconsciously glanced at the direction of the stairs, and then, he shook his head and smiled again, shook off those strange ideas, and bowed his head to his little grandson and said, "Grandpa will tell you a story, okay?"
The little grandson immediately jumped up: "Grandpa, grandpa, I want to listen to you tell the story of the war." β
"Okay, good, that year......"
On the third floor of the small hotel, in a simple but clean room, the white-robed mixed-race Arab who had just entered the door had already taken off his dusty white robe and smock, and the red plaid turban was also thrown on the ground, and the only thing next to the turban was a handful of fluffy beards, and the most terrifying thing was that the slightly yellowish Indo-Arabic mixed skin just now was also wrinkled aside. Standing in front of the mirror was actually an Asian man with a peach blossom face, whose face was even more bewitching than a woman reflected in the mirror, like a blooming peach. At this time, he should have just taken a shower and walked out naked, and the smooth muscle lines were enough to make most women obsessed. He grabbed a towel and wiped his wet hairβit had just taken a long time to wash the sand from his hair. He is not the Li Gongjiao who has to carry the horns and big bow naked in the winter, even if the three meals a day in the temple are from his hands, no one has ever smelled a trace of oil smoke from him, not because he has a habit of cleanliness, but because his name is Li Huiyou.
When he was wiping his hair, he opened the curtains, glanced at the yellow sand sky outside the window, shook his head and muttered: "The air in the snowy mountains is still clean, and it is very dirty outside, I don't know why San'er likes the outside so much?"
There was also a satellite phone on the table, and after drying his hair, he picked up the phone, dialed an encrypted number, and after connecting, there was no speech, only heard him say two words "done", and then hung up the phone. Turn on the TV, Riyadh TV is broadcasting the shooting of Riz Carlton, there is no doubt that the traitor who tried to betray the country's intelligence is dead, he deliberately checked his heartbeat after the shooting, if it weren't for this, the bodyguard hired by the other party would not suddenly find him, and there would be no subsequent shootout.
It does not say why this person deserves to die, but he has his own intelligence sources, and the information he got the day before yesterday is that the traitors will sell their plans for the layout of Huaxia's strategic nuclear missiles to international intelligence intermediaries, and then the intermediaries will sell them to relevant countries. For him, the concept of the country is very vague, and it is far less real than a pair of rock sugar bear's paws in Kunlun Mountain. But he felt that since San'er wanted to make a name for himself in that system, he, as an elder brother, had the responsibility and obligation to maintain San'er's system from being destroyed by outsiders.
After taking a sip of boiling water with a strange taste, he smiled inexplicably, because he thought of the big fool who always liked to laugh, and he didn't know how that fool mixed in the army.
He, I guess it's the same as he thinks - since San'er wants to make a name for himself and be an elder brother, what's the reason not to help him?
He was trying to come to his senses when the satellite phone suddenly rang.
He answered and did not speak, because no one would know the number more than one hand, and no one would take the initiative to find the number until he had no choice but to do so.
The other party didn't make a sound for a long time, and just as he was about to pinch off the phone, a female voice came from there: "Second brother?"
The man with a peach blossom face was slightly stunned, but did not speak.
The female voice then hurriedly said, "Second brother, my name is Ruan Yu, and I am from Yundao...... Friend. β
The corners of Li Huiyou's mouth were slightly hooked, but he still frowned in a deep voice: "How can you have this number?"
"Yundao gave me this number. Ruan Yu's voice was a little hurried, but not panicked.
Li Huiyou frowned slightly, comparable to the concubine who frowned on the railing: "Something's wrong?"
"I was talking about business in Dubai, and I was targeted, and now there is only one of the six bodyguards left. Ruan Yu has seen a lot of big scenes, and his voice is hurried at this time, which shows the urgency of the situation.
"Listen, I'll give you an address, and you'll leave at once. When Li Huiyou heard this, he said without hesitation, "When you get to the place, don't go anywhere, wait for me." β
After hanging up the phone, Li Huiyou thought about it, and still used this satellite phone to make a call to China.
At this time, it was afternoon in China, Li Yundao was sitting in the office packing things, this trip to the capital for at least half a year, he was hesitating to bring something to the capital when the mobile phone rang.
As soon as he looked at the screen, he immediately picked it up and connected: "Huiyou?"
"A little girl named Ruan Yu just called me and said that she had encountered some problems in Dubai, and you ...... with her."
"Hmm......" Li Yundao was stunned, and then said without thinking, "Let's just say it, maybe one of your nephews will pop out of her belly in the future......"
Li Huiyou smiled dumbly: "It's too straightforward, but I know, don't worry." β
Li Yundao wanted to ask something, but he had already hung up the phone, and he tried to dial Ruan Yu's mobile phone again, but it was always turned off.
After thinking about it, Li Yundao still called Wang Xiaobei: "Xiaobei, do you have anything to do with Dubai?"
Wang Xiaobei said happily: "Brother, you are too exalted brother, I am not an oil tycoon, at most I am playing some coal mines with friends in China, oil this thing, the water is too deep, touch this thing, if you let the old man know, a few legs can't help but beat! Why did you suddenly ask about this?"
Li Yundao told the truth: "The crazy girl went to Dubai to talk about business, and it seems that she ran into some trouble, but she has already contacted my second brother, but I am still a little worried." β
Wang Xiaobei thought for a while and said: "After all, Dubai is a foreign country, and it is also a Middle Eastern country, it will be more troublesome if something happens, this kind of thing, it is better to ask the General Staff to take action than to negotiate publicly, I guess the crazy girl also ran in private, otherwise the old Ruan family would have blown up the phone of the Ministry of Foreign Affairs at this time." In this way, you call the Qin family and ask him to say hello to the Second Department of the General Staff, his face is very useful in the General Staff. I'll call the sixth child of the Ruan family here, this kid is an oil businessman, he should have a relationship in Dubai, and his own sister has an accident, so I don't believe he will stand by. β