Half a month after the Reformation, the mental outlook of the people on the street has improved more than a little, a large number of the latest smartphones have begun to be launched in the city, a number of signal base stations have been established, and the convenience of communication has made the spread of culture more rapid.

Unconsciously, Salem has slowly become an inclusive civilization, from the conservative in the past to the form of trying to open up now, somewhat like the Chinese just reformed.

"This looks delicious!" Yang Ziman ran in front of her, every time she passed by a stall, she had to stare at it with big eyes for a long time, of course, she didn't just stare at it, she would buy a lot of things from time to time, and unconsciously, she had a lot of scattered snacks in her hands.

"Hey, do you want to try this delicious?" Yang Ziman picked up a skewer-like snack and handed it to Du Feng and said.

"This is so beautiful, look at it!"

"What is this? Ask me for two. ”

Yang Ziman kept picking up one gadget after another from the stall, curious like a curious child.

"Hey, did I say you're really not going back to China?" Yang Ziman said, sitting on a park bench and holding a cone.

Du Feng finished eating his sorbet and said, "Are you going back to China now?"

"It's like you can go back!" Yang Ziman pursed his lips and said, as if he felt that Du Feng had some answers to the question, and said coquettishly: "Hey, I asked you if you can go back to China!"

"Of course I went back, and I went back when I finished what I was doing. Du Feng said with a smile, he is not a wandering knight, he is different from his previous life, he has a big family along the way, with parents, his sister, and five women who love him deeply, how can he give up such a home?

"Cut!" Yang Ziman leaked an arrogant look, which made Du Feng can't help but think of the first time he saw her on the plane, he really couldn't imagine that he and this brutal little woman would chat like friends for many years.

"I ask you if you like that foreign woman. Yang Ziman asked a little absent-mindedly.

Du Feng looked at a message prompt, and didn't hear Yang Ziman's mosquito-like question too clearly.

"What?"

"It's nothing!" Yang Ziman suddenly pouted and turned his head angrily, and said to himself: "Wood!"

"Come back to China with me, I'll ask Dad to find you a job that's 10,000 times better than here!" Yang Ziman turned around and said, but when he saw Du Feng, who was answering the phone with his back to him, he bit his teeth, stomped his feet violently, and turned his head back.

Of course, Du Feng didn't care too much about this girl, this phone call from Song Yue made him reveal a lot of things.

"Du Feng, it's really you, this group of people is obedient now, wait a while, when you see them, you can ask whatever you want, you can't be wrong. ”

"How is Bishop Thrall?" Du Feng said solemnly.

"Don't worry, this old man is quite hard, he didn't eat or drink for three days and didn't die. ”

"Be sure to deliver him safely! Don't worry, brother-in-law. ”

……

An hour earlier, a helicopter had flown over Deir ez-Zor, and after crossing the ** zone, known as the absolute dead line, it slowly landed in a barbed wire fence.

One officer stepped out of the helicopter first, and four other soldiers, like future soldiers, followed him out of the plane, armed with guns on guard.

Looking at this group of people who barely looked like people, Song Yue stepped forward.

"I was wrong, I don't deserve their favor, I beg you, I still have all the information you want, I'll tell you everything, please don't leave me here!" a middle-aged man lay on the sand, looking at the soldier beside him like a worm.

He didn't know how he spent the past few days, day after day he endured the wind and sun in this circle, more than once he wanted to go over the fence to break through, maybe he could survive, but whenever he heard the wailing outside, the despair almost crushed his spirit, he didn't dare to take a step, he didn't dare to listen to the wailing outside, I don't know when his only hope was that he could get out of here.

Song Yue looked at the middle-aged man without pity and said without gratitude: "Tell me, what do you know that can move me?"

"Take me away, I'll tell you, who asked me to stir up trouble! This event was planned by someone, not instructed by us, no!" the middle-aged man shouted loudly.

And beside the man, a slightly younger man rushed up, kicked the middle-aged man and said: "I know, I know, I know more than him, take me away, I am willing to tell you everything." ”

Song Yue kicked the two of them away, and walked slowly towards a dying old man.

Song Yue directly shocked everyone with a kick, and the people who still had a trace of resistance gave up completely, they knew that if they failed to resist, the result waiting for them would be far more cruel than now.

Everyone was prostrate on the ground, like ancient slaves greeting their monarchs.

"Master, we're here to pick you up. Song Yue said to the old man with a slight bow.

When the old man heard the movement, he opened his eyes slightly, and wanted to say something, but after all, he just looked at Song Yue calmly, and he didn't even have the strength to speak.

"Hurry up and infuse the nutrient solution!" Song Yue waved his hand back and said, this old man's appearance should be that he has not grabbed food, and he is so hungry that he will lose half his life if he does not die.

After the old man was put on a stretcher on the stage, several soldiers followed Song Yue towards the helicopter, and the appearance of not looking back made everyone anxious, they only had the instinct to survive, and they had long forgotten about possible conflicts.

"Woo hoo!" came a series of gunshots, and the bullets drew a perfect arc in front of the feet of the group, who were so frightened by the sudden barrage that they jerked backwards and sat on the hot sand.

"Want to go?" Song Yue said loudly as he looked around.

Suddenly, a man who was almost buried in the sand caught his attention, lying naked on the sand, and he could even clearly see the bruises on the man's body from the beating.

"Who did this?" said Song Yue to the frightened chicken-like crowd.

"No one admits it?" Song Yue pointed to a man with a cloak on his head and smiled, "Did you kill him?"

"No, it's not me, I just took his clothes, he killed them, and he killed both of them. ”

Following the guidance, Song Yue came to a young man with messy hair and said, "Did you do it?"

The young man trembled and did not dare to answer.

Song Yue just patted him, then pointed to the two people who were kicked to the edge of the barbed wire and said, "You guys follow me on the plane!"