After killing the big man, Du Feng picked him up, threw him directly down the air duct well, and then came out of the safe passage.

Returning to the kitchen to get some food, Du Feng returned to the hotel again and came directly to room 215, where there were many people with guns on duty, especially at the door of room 215 and 216, there were two armed men guarding it.

Seeing Du Feng's arrival, a young man in gray clothes walked over and said to Du Feng, "What are you doing?"

Du Feng pointed to the food in his hand, and then pointed to the door of 215 in the distance, but did not speak.

"Send it over!" the young man said to Du Feng and moved out of the way.

Du Feng took the rice, and it was easy to come to the door with it as a bargaining chip, and when the wooden door opened, a man walked over and brought the food in Du Feng's hand and said, "Okay, there is nothing for you to do here, hurry up and work!"

Through the afterglow, Du Feng found a figure tied to the bed, it would not be wrong for Yang Ziman!

After determining Yang Ziman's location, Du Feng silently left from the second floor.

Just as Du Feng was about to go to find Yang Zhen, a large basket of leaves in the corner caught his attention.

Looking at the leaves that resembled amaranth, he was sure that it was khat grass, which is commonly known as khat, a soft drug that can stimulate the central nervous system and even cause hallucinations if ingested in large quantities.

Unexpectedly, the "Holy War" fighters here are all addicts, Du Feng smiled in his heart, and a plan appeared in his heart. What would happen if all of this stuff was given to those people to eat?

Such a basket of fresh khat herbs came at the right time! Du Feng carefully used a black robe to shine on such young leaves and carried them to the backyard of the hotel.

After lunch, the whole town seemed to be quiet, a dry heat began to spread from the surface, the dry and hot weather in the Middle East made everyone try to find a cool place to rest, but these women who stayed in the back kitchen with Du Feng were not, they still had a lot of work to do, those dirty and piled up of clothes, all waiting for them to wash.

Most of these women are residents of the town, and most of them are forced to come here under the guise of contributing to jihad, except for those who came voluntarily because their husbands had joined extremist groups. Of course, it may be too much to pay in a place where there are no human rights.

Du Feng and Yang Zhen were pretending to work all afternoon, Du Feng was waiting for the opportunity to blend into the kitchen, after all, it was the best choice to poison and blend into the kitchen.

Out of a little vigilance, this group of extremists did not want to let others accidentally get into the kitchen, and most of them were picking vegetables and washing clothes in the yard like Du Feng.

But the kitchen always has to deliver food, and the buckets of potato flour that ordinary women don't want to move at all, and Du Feng just took this opportunity to blend into the kitchen, as for the next one, it's easy to say.

Sure enough, in the afternoon, when the sun began to set, the kitchen door opened, and the people inside shouted, "Bring the food from outside!"

When the opportunity came, Du Feng patted Yang Zhen and signaled that he was ready to start working.

Yang Zhen hurriedly picked up the potatoes and followed Du Feng into the kitchen.

"Put this here, clumsy, what can you do!" Some blessed women shouted and scolded at Du Feng, and next to her was the woman who took Du Feng to distribute food at noon.

Du Feng looked left and right, the two women in the kitchen and the two assistant cooks, and there was no one else, so he smiled slightly.

"You lowly slave!" the woman seemed to be very angry with Du Feng, and stretched out her hand to greet Du Feng, and Du Feng would let her succeed and pinched the woman's arm.

I saw a cruel smile flash at the corner of his mouth: "I don't beat women, of course, on the premise that you are still human." ”

The two female chefs and the assistant cooks, Du Feng was all knocked unconscious to the ground with lightning speed, and they were tightly thrown into the corner with the black robes on their bodies.

After dealing with them, Du Feng turned back to Yang Zhen and smiled: "Come on, old Yang, make a big meal!"

"Brother, what should we do?" After Yang Zhen knew that his daughter was fine, he had pinned all his hopes on this young man he had just met, everything was up to Du Feng, as long as Du Feng spoke, he would do it.

Hearing Du Feng say cooking, Yang Zhen began to execute without doubt, only to see that his action of boiling oil from the pot was extremely skillful.

Du Feng looked at the "chef's" full of Chinese style, and said with a smile: "Old Yang, this is not good, we are not used to eating Chinese flavors here, we have to let them eat enough!"

After that, Du Feng picked up the soup pot, put in a bunch of spices, and prepared to start stewing potatoes.

After a long time, Yang Zhen saw that Du Feng didn't move and said, "Brother, let's not worry about cooking here, discuss when to save them?"

Du Feng knew that Yang Ziman was still in the hands of the extremist organization, and this father, who was a father, was definitely very anxious, but he had no choice, there were too many people who needed to be rescued this time, if it was just one person who sneaked in to rescue by himself, but this plus Yang Ziman had a full six people! If you rush to rescue without preparing in advance, the risk is too great, and if you don't do it well, it will harm them.

Turning back to the stove, Du Feng gave up the position of the spoon to Yang Zhen, and turned around and poured out the khat grass he was carrying.

If these grasses are simply added to the dish, their medicinal properties will not be fully released, and at most they are just similar to stimulants, and they will not achieve hallucinogenic effects at all for people with greater resistance.

For this reason, Du Feng had to use rudimentary equipment to purify some grass, and the pots and pans in the kitchen and the pipes sawed down the sewer were enough.

"I don't know if this is considered a drug production!" Du Feng couldn't help but smile in his heart, and began his great business of purification.

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"It's time to eat!" As Du Feng finished purifying, the bucket of dishes that had been opened by Yang Zhen to the smallest and slow-cooked was finally about to come out of the pot.

Opening the door and walking out of the back kitchen, a big man was obviously in a hurry, and urged Du Feng to come with a scolding.

Du Feng and Yang Zhen carried their dinner and walked out of the house in a decent manner.

It was getting dark very quickly, and if I didn't notice that the sun was about to set, the heat in the air was no longer as unbearable as at noon, and the breeze was a little cool, very pleasant.

When passing by Besenia, Du Feng glanced at her slightly, this strong woman didn't move, only from her breath could see that she was still alive.

"Hold on!" Du Feng said secretly in his heart.

With the opening of the meal, the whole restaurant was like a crazy robbery, and the large bucket of food prepared quickly bottomed out, and it was worth paying attention to Du Feng that he saw two acquaintances in the innermost part of the restaurant, Wang Miao and Joseph.

They weren't wearing Syrian clothes, after all, one was Russian and the other was Chinese sitting in the corner a little out of place, and the two left the restaurant without eating a few bites, perhaps because they didn't fit well.

The rest of the people who eat in the restaurant are different, although half of the hallucinogenic effect of khat grass is not strong, but after Du Feng purifies it, it is different, stimulants, once the excitement is too much, it is a hallucinogen, and it has a hallucinogenic effect that absolutely surpasses that of login.

Du Feng visually inspected the difference between these people and the number of people at noon, and when the number of people was almost all checked, Du Feng gave Yang Zhen a look, Yang Zhen nodded and pretended that the food was not enough, and walked out of the restaurant with a cake frame.

A good show has begun, those who have eaten began to be extremely energetic one by one, their discussions gradually began to get louder, and then another group of people began to be uncoordinated, knowing that it had worked, Du Fengye silently walked out of the restaurant and came to the gate.

It's time to get moving!

The sound of a noisy truck came, and a dilapidated pickup truck appeared in front of Du Feng, and a very tightly wrapped man on the pickup truck was Yang Zhen who went out first. And on his body, there were four women in the back kitchen who were still fainting.

"I'm sorry I'm late!" After waiting for the car to block Besenia's people, Du Feng gently loosened the rope on Besenia and said.