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Tang Jianjun's confusion was quickly answered, the gang was not regular soldiers at all, they brutally dragged the two out of the house, and ordered them to kneel on the ground, next to a few prisoners, and the masked man shot them in the back of the head one by one with automatic rifles, which is a typical method of execution.

The gunshot rang out, white and red splashed Tang Jianjun's body, and it was his turn next, the masked man walked behind him and raised his gun to shoot, but only heard the sound of the firing pin, and the bullet ran out.

Tang Jianjun's body shook and almost fell, and before he could recover his senses, the masked man changed to a new magazine, skillfully pulled the handle to load, and aimed at the back of Tang Jianjun's head again.

The project manager closed his eyes in despair, never expecting that he would die in a foreign country in this way, knowing that he could pull a few pads just now.

The shots did not go out, someone in the distance chanted something, and the masked man lowered his automatic rifle, at least not to kill them for now.

The armed men were significantly better equipped than the first wave of kidnappers, using AK74 small-caliber automatic rifles with brown-and-red magazines and American M4 carbines, some with night vision devices on their heads, and even the heavy machine guns in the pickup trucks were American Browning.

Another group of captives were taken out of the house by armed men, and they were slaughtered in the streets, without blinking an eye, and shot at the head, as neatly as the cooks in a restaurant killed chickens, and without much effort, rivers of blood flowed and corpses were strewn all over the field.

They are the real Taliban. Tang Jianjun finally understood.

The Talibans slaughtered the small village, killing not only all the men, but also the weapons and food, and then escorted Tang Jianguo and the fat cook into a Soviet gas truck covered with faded tarpaulin, and drove away behind several Humvees.

Tang Jianjun, who had been walking around after the ghost door was closed, his legs were weak, and he couldn't have other thoughts, lying on the bumpy floor of the carriage softly, unable to move, as for the fat cook, he had already had a nervous breakdown, looking like a corpse.

When the convoy disappeared into the night, Liu Handong crawled out of his hiding place, and during the fierce battle just now, he took advantage of the fire to rob, strangled an armed man who did not know which side, and seized an old-fashioned Chinese-made automatic rifle.

The battle situation was quickly decided, the night raiders won a complete victory, and the kidnappers were completely annihilated, Liu Handong could not understand the relationship between them, but it can be seen from the winner's massacre of the prisoners that the two sides have a deep grudge, and now they have added blood debts, and they are even more endless.

Tang Jianjun and the fat cook were arrested, I am afraid that there will be more luck than lucky, Liu Handong weighed his ability, and decided to save his life first.

The village has been washed in blood, there are no living people, Liu Handong checked everywhere with a gun, and now the corpses are all young and middle-aged men, not a woman, this is more like a camp, not a village, he began to collect useful things, found something to eat in a house, roasted naan, mutton, honey, figs, cheese, goat's milk, he unceremoniously devoured it, and after eating, he found a satellite phone on the ground, and when he looked down to pick it up, he suddenly noticed that someone was approaching, and rolled on the spot and raised his gun to aim.

There was a little boy with a gun standing at the door, the same child who took care of their food.

The little boy was holding an old-fashioned rifle, and there seemed to be tears in his eyes, and his hands were trembling.

"Don't be afraid, they're already gone, put the gun down, I'll let it go first." Liu Handong tried to keep his tone as calm as possible and put the gun on the ground.

The little boy knew that he was a hostage and not an enemy, and he lowered his gun.

Liu Handong could not speak Pashto, and the two could only communicate with simple gestures, and the little boy walked outside, pointed to the corpse of a middle-aged man and said something, raising his arm from time to time to wipe his tears.

"What's your name?" Liu Handong asked.

The little boy couldn't understand what Liu Handong was saying, and shook his head ignorantly.

Liu Handong pointed to his nose: "I, Liu Handong." ”

The little boy understood, and also pointed to his nose and said, "Ahmed, Hassan, Abdul, Saleh." ”

The name of the Arabs is so long, Liu Handong only remembered the first name, Ahmed.

It is estimated that the deceased is Ahmed's father, Liu Handong is helpless, he does not understand how the funeral of a Muslim should be conducted, and it is not good to rashly carry out it against other people's teachings, but it seems more inappropriate to rush into the corpse wilderness, he thought about it, or moved the body back to the house, wiped the bloodstains, and covered it with a blanket.

This black-shelled satellite phone looks like a combination of a walkie-talkie and an early Nokia phone, with a thick antenna that can be pulled out and elongated, and can be steered, the model number is Iridium9575, the screen is monochrome, and the battery is less than a bar left.

Who to call has become a big problem, Liu Handong has just arrived, he doesn't know the police number of Pakistan at all, even if he knows, he can't say clearly, and he also doesn't know the number of the embassy in Islamabad.

"God forbid, don't have another meeting." Liu Handong prayed silently and dialed Zheng Jiayi's mobile phone number, of course, he didn't forget the jì plus the international area code in front of him.

When he played, he didn't forget to look at his watch, it was three o'clock in the morning in Pakistan time, and Beijing time belonged to the East Eighth District, three hours earlier than Pakistan, it should be six o'clock in the morning, and the meeting would not be held, I was afraid that Zheng Jiayi had not woken up yet.

……

Beijing, at a quarter past six in the morning, Zheng Jiayi is exercising in the indoor sports field, which is a good habit she has developed for many years.

As a senior manager of Zhongyanhuang Financial Department, the mobile phone is always with her, because she has to pay attention to the changes in global stocks and futures, foreign exchange, and heavy metals at any time.

The bell rings, who is calling so early? Zheng Jiayi got off the treadmill, took a snow-white towel to wipe his sweat, picked up his mobile phone, and looked at the phone number first, which was an unfamiliar, twelve-digit Iridium phone number.

Zheng Jiayi's mind flashed the faces of several friends, maybe it was Jessica, a mountaineer, calling him at the top of Mount Everest to show off, or Dalton, a sailing enthusiast, asking for help in the stormy Atlantic? Thinking wildly in his head, he pressed the answer button.

A familiar and hurried voice came: "It's me, Liu Handong, I was kidnapped, now in a small mountain village, I don't know if it's Pakistan or Afghanistan, just now a group of armed men came, killed all the kidnappers, only I was left, Tang Jianjun and the cook were taken away by them, go north, you help me notify the relevant parties, track down this ......"

The call was interrupted, and Zheng Jia shouted, "Hey, hey! Looking at her mobile phone again, the battery is sufficient, probably because the other party has encountered something urgent, she didn't call back immediately, but called Song Jianfeng's number to call over.

Song Jianfeng is the No. 1 leader of Zhongyan Huang, the chairman, general manager, and party secretary, and is a ministerial-level official, and a member of the national energy security leading group.

"Jiayi, what's the matter so early?" Song Jianfeng was on his way to work at this time, he was riding a Hongqi brand hybrid car, wandering in the morning rush hour traffic in the capital, the Peshawar thermal power plant project site was attacked, killing two Pakistani guards and a worker, and the following three people were kidnapped by the project manager, which made him feel very depressed.

"Mr. Song, I just received a call from Liu Handong from Pakistan, he is out of danger now, but the situation has become complicated, the kidnapper was killed by another group of armed men, and Tang Jianjun and another person were taken away by them!"

Song Jianfeng was stunned for a moment, the list of kidnapped employees was sent to his desk as soon as possible, he noticed the name Liu Handong, but he never thought that this Liu Handong was Liu Handong, he thought it was just a coincidence, but he didn't expect it to be true! The kidnapped Liu Handong is the stunned young Liu Handong in Omi.

"Jiayi, you come to the company immediately." Song Jianfeng hung up the phone and said to the secretary in the front seat: "Immediately convene a meeting of the members of the emergency team, and all of them must be present at half past seven." ”

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"Hey, hey, hey!" Liu Handong knocked on the Iridium phone, and the last bit of power was exhausted, and he couldn't make any more calls.

It is impossible for this remote mountain village to have electricity supply, but there should be equipment such as diesel motors, Liu Handong searched everywhere and found nothing, and suddenly he patted his head and suddenly realized that the diesel motor was snatched away by the masked guys, and it was in vain.

The satellite phone was useless, Liu Handong threw it aside and asked if there were any cars in Ahmed's village, and he made a gesture of holding the steering wheel and whining sounds.

Ahmet nodded sharply and led him to a shack, where he lifted the dusty tarpaulin to reveal an old Soviet truck.

The car was so bad, with bullet holes all over the body and a broken front bumper, presumably an antique left over from the Soviet invasion of Afghanistan, but when I lifted the hood, the motive seemed to be good.

The motive is intact and useless, the battery is out of power, there is no oil in the tank, and it can't be opened at all.

He pointed to Ahmed's fuel tank and then to the battery in the cabin.

The little boy blinked, found a crankshaft from the debris, smashed into a certain part of the motor and shook it violently, others had little strength, and shook it very hard, Liu Handong took the crank and turned it a few times, and the classic car actually started with a bang.

Having transportation wasn't enough, the satellite phone had to be charged, and the old truck didn't have a cigarette lighter socket, so Mr. Liu gestured to ask Ahmed where he still had the car, and he took him to the edge of the village, where the wreckage of a Toyota pickup truck was.

Liu Handong removed the parts of the cigarette lighter from the Toyota pickup, and began to think about how to use this thing to charge the satellite phone, the vehicle uses direct current, and the mobile phone charging needs sine wave alternating current, how to invert is a technical problem, although it is not complicated, but the lack of materials and tools at hand, it is very troublesome to tinker with.

Seeing him holding the unpowered satellite phone with a pensive expression, Ahmed suddenly ran into the house and took out a box, and held it with both hands like a treasure.

Inside the box are spare batteries for the Iridium phone, headphones, a charger with a European-American-British plug, as well as a vehicle adapter, a magnetic external antenna, and a number of dock ports.

"Why didn't you take it out early." Liu Handong couldn't cry or laugh.