Sunan Town......

Yang Ziman was tightly tied and thrown on a bed, it had been almost a night, she was very scared in her heart, she grew up in Huaxia since she was a child, she didn't expect that she would be involved in such a thing, she didn't even dare to think about what would happen to her next.

"Click!" the sound of the door lock came, and I saw Wang Miao walking in with a wicked smile.

He was in a very good mood, and it can be said that he came to Syria, not the best day since he was born. Joseph had already made a promise to him that as soon as the 500 million cash arrived, not only would the debt of 10 million US dollars he owed, along with the high interest, be written off, but he would also allocate an additional 100 million himself!

"One hundred million!" This is the money that he can't earn in his life for several lifetimes, he didn't even think about it before, but now it's so easy to put in front of him, he just feels that everything is like an illusion.

Looking at Yang Ziman, who he had coveted for a long time, Wang Miao felt that his peak was nothing more than that.

"God really treats me well, God hasn't forgotten me!" Wang Miao looked at Yang Ziman on the bed, the spreading flames on his lower abdomen made his whole person enter a state of excitement.

He endured it all night, and even though Joseph had warned him not to mess with the hostages, he couldn't control it, and came here like something had attracted him.

Yang Ziman was very scared, why didn't she know what Wang Miao was going to do, she stepped back frantically, and her mouth made a no, don't sound from time to time.

It's just that her hands and feet are tied, and she can't control her balance at all, and she falls to the ground with a thud.

"Don't touch me, don't you want money? If you touch me, I'll bite my tongue and kill myself! My dad won't pay if he can't listen to my voice. Yang Ziman was already crying at this time, but he still showed a resolute look.

"Hey, don't touch our hostages until the ransom is paid. In the nick of time, Joseph kicked open the door and entered.

Under the coercion of the muzzle, Wang Miao had no choice but to stand up, glared at Yang Ziman, and walked out of the room in a gloomy manner.

After Wang Miao left, the two armed men walked in, and Yang Ziman, who could provide hundreds of millions of funds, naturally became their sweetheart, and he was the only one who enjoyed the treatment of a single room among the many hostages.

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After Yang Zhen drove halfway through, Du Feng didn't sleep, but kept looking at the red dots on the screen, thinking about the specific strategies that could be rescued.

Even though he knew what would happen to a mercenary once he was captured on the battlefield, he could only hope that Besenia would hold out to himself.

Approaching Sunan Town, Du Feng parked his car far away in a ruin, which is an area controlled by extremist forces, full of large and small sentry posts, and had to get out of the car and hike in order to avoid these troubles on the rest of the journey.

Now Sunan Town has long lost the appearance of a town, after rounds of bombardment by various countries, there is no decent building here, only ruins remain, and a few residents live a slave-like life here.

Du Feng took Yang Zhen to a private house, the second floor of this two-story building had already been bombed beyond recognition, only one wall remained, and the first floor was also broken, and it could only be barely seen from the decoration that the former owner also belonged to the upper class group in this town.

"Do you have any plans?" Yang Zhen said to Du Feng.

Du Feng looked at the time, it was already 5 o'clock in the morning, the sky was slightly glowing with a hint of white light, from the life detection on the tracker Du Feng knew that Besenia was not in danger of life now, but it could be seen from some faint pulses that her physical condition was already very bad.

"Put this on!" Du Feng took out two sets of clothes from the room, threw them to Yang Zhen and said, "Put it on, let's go to the town to have a look." ”

Du Feng did not plan to go directly according to Besenia's signal, but to do a necessary reconnaissance first, rescuing the hostages is not a trivial matter, he is not arrogant enough to think that as long as he goes out, those heavily armed extremists will obediently tie their hands and give the green light all the way.

In order to increase the success rate of the operation, Du Feng had to understand the distribution of personnel and the geographical situation of the entire town.

After a while, Yang Zhen had already changed into the clothes, which were a black * robe with a wide turban on his head.

Du Feng also changed into this outfit like Yang Zhen, and the two of them looked like * women traveling together at this time.

"Let's go up the street and have a look!" Du Feng said and left the dilapidated house.

Walking through the streets of this town, you can see armed men armed with all kinds of guns, carrying weapons and walking left and right to the streets.

In the tents among the ruins, the residents would get into the tents early when they saw these people from a distance, and they knew how terrifying these fiery people were who shouted "Long live the holy war!" every day.

Du Feng and Yang Zhen also did not show their heads, and when they saw the visitors, they also hid in the alley beside the road.

"Hey you two!" A dilapidated pickup truck passed by the alley where Du Feng was, and a dark and thin man got out of the car and said to Du Feng, "You two women come here." ”

Du Feng and Yang Zhen looked at each other, and in the end, Du Feng still walked over with his head down.

With a heavy robe and a tight headscarf on his head, it is impossible to tell whether it is a man or a woman.

"The chief has said that from this day forward all women will serve in the jihad!" the man said, holding up his gun.

Du Feng nodded silently and did not make a sound.

"Get in the car!" The man didn't seem to give Du Feng time to think about it at all, and sat in the car after speaking.

Du Feng gestured to Yang Zhen, and the two sat in the back of the car.

The car started, the black and thin man drove very slowly, and from time to time a passing militant jumped directly into the car, and some laughed and hitched a ride on the windmill.

From time to time, they sang unknown songs on the body, and Du Feng could only make out the religious words that loomed in the Taoist songs.

Looking down, Du Feng secretly glanced at his mobile phone, but found that the direction in which the car was traveling was the location of the signal source on Besenia's body.

The car slowly drove to the main road of the town, and the ruins on both sides of the road were cleared, and there were many vehicles and people.

The signal was already very close, Du Feng looked at the signal that coincided with his own positioning, and looked up.

Soon a hotel-like building attracted Du Feng's attention, and four tall pillars were erected outside the gate of the hotel, on which were tied four soldiers in tactical uniforms, and each of them wore a huge wooden sign around their necks, "Heretic!".

A group of people surrounded the place, most of them just watched in silence and left the place numbly, while another group of teenagers, who seemed to have been assimilated by extremists, grabbed handfuls of sand and gravel from the ground and threw them at the four of them.

They threw the sand and gravel with great force, as if trying to throw their fanaticism along with the stones, but the four men on the pillar did not struggle, did not even look up to let the stone chips hit them, and their heads, even because of the sharp spikes scratching the blood, did not make a sound.

"Besenia!" Du Feng saw the four soldiers who were placed on the pillar, his fists clenched tightly, and the four soldiers in the crowd were his signal source.

Du Feng never imagined that he would find Besenia so easily, nor could he have imagined that they would be humiliated here.