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Liu Handong's passport has been affixed to Qatar, the United Arab Emirates, Saudi Arabia and other major countries in the Middle East visas, there is no obstacle to go abroad, as soon as he got on the plane, he put on an eye patch and began to rest, the plane went all the way to the west, through Doha, and finally arrived in Dubai after more than ten hours of flight.

The legendary world's most luxurious city is built on the southern shore of the Arabian Gulf, and when viewed from an airplane, the whole city looks as stunning as a movie, with high-rise buildings, overpasses and high roads, and the only thing missing is greenery, after all, it was just a desert twenty years ago.

Customs clearance is very smooth, although the airport does not have Chinese signs, but with Liu Handong's English and Arabic level, enough to cope with a qiē, when he walked out of the airport with his travel bag, the heat wave rolled in, the mountains and the sea smashed on his body, enough to have more than 45 degrees Celsius, the exposed skin has a burning feeling, the high temperature makes the air on the ground expand and rise, and the guide zhì scenery becomes distorted, which looks a little unreal.

Liu Handong took a taxi, Dubai's taxis are as high-end as police cars, the lowest is a BMW Mercedes-Benz, the road is full of luxury cars, Middle Eastern oil tyrants like top sports cars and off-road vehicles, Aston Martin, Maserati is simply unavailable, at least it has to be Bugatti Veyron and the like to attract the attention of others for a short time.

The company booked him the Armani Hotel in Harita, the famous Harita is as high as 828 meters, there are as many as 160 floors, the Armani Hotel occupies 11 floors, Liu Handong checked in and walked to the elevator, there was just an elevator just closed, and the other elevators are running above the 30th floor, he stepped forward, pressed the button, and the elevator door slowly opened.

There were five people in the elevator, two of them were wearing white Arab robes and white turbans, the older was about forty years old, handsome, with a beard, a pair of wise eyes and deep eyes, the younger one was only sixteen or seventeen years old, as if his father was pouring out of his mold, in addition to the father and son, there were three other people who were bodyguards, tall and tall, wearing suits, with badges pinned to their collars, air headsets, and sharp eyes, one of them reached out to stop Liu Handong and did not let him enter the elevator, and the other two did not squint, and crossed their hands on their crotch.

Liu Handong is not stunned without knowing the depths, the strong dragon does not suppress the head snake, and the Middle East oil bully can't be provoked, but the hotel is a public place, you are definitely not the sheikh of Dubai, what kind of score, he smiled and said in English: "Can I come in?" ”

“no。” The bodyguard replied stiffly.

"Come in, let's take it." The older Arab oillord said that his English was very authentic and had an authentic Oxford accent.

The bodyguard got out of the way, Liu Handong walked into the elevator, said thank you, and said to the bodyguard standing next to the button on the floor: "Thirty-eight floors, thank you." This time he said it in Arabic.

The bodyguard shrugged and helped him press the floor.

The young oil bully accosted: "Coria? ”

Liu Handong was stunned for a moment, and then realized that he was mistaken for a Korean.

"Chinese, I'm from China." Liu Handong said.

"But you're a lot like a Korean movie star." The young oil bully's English is even more fluent than his father's speech.

Liu Handong smiled and said nothing, facing the elevator door and counting the floors to show flying changes, Harita uses high elevators, more than 30 floors will soon arrive, 38 floors, Liu Handong got off the elevator, oil tyrants and bodyguards continued to go up, the 39th floor is the highest floor of the Armani Hotel, they live upstairs in Liu Handong.

The company booked a fountain suite, you can see the famous Dubai Fountain from the room, but after all, there are only thirty-eight floors, can not be seen far away, the room is beautifully decorated, the floor-to-ceiling window is a beautiful scenery, refreshing, Liu Handong took a bath, made up for a sleep, woke up when it was already dark, the window is a brilliant night view of Dubai, he stretched his waist, took out his mobile phone to take pictures, prepared a Weibo to sè, suddenly felt that something was wrong there, looked up, there was a rope hanging rope sliding down the forty floors above the oblique position, dressed in black, very weird.

Liu Handong witnessed the man in black sliding to the thirty-ninth floor, took out his tools and began to cut the glass.

Seeing the live agents in action, Liu Handong swallowed his saliva, adrenaline began to secrete, and he immediately thought of the oil bully father and son who lived on the thirty-ninth floor, it is said that he should not be nosy, but the polite gentlemanly style of the oil bully father and son gave him a good impression, whether to make a move or not, he made a decision almost instantly.

Seeing the injustice, the road roared, when it was time to shoot, the first time I came to the Middle East, this Gada, let's open today, Liu Handong hurriedly put on his clothes and took the room card to go out, did not take the elevator, took the fire staircase to the thirty-ninth floor, the sound of hurried footsteps sounded in the stairwell, and after the heavy fire door was pushed open, a pistol resisted Liu Handong's forehead.

It's the bodyguard of the oil tyrant, with that kind of small standard badge on the collar.

Liu Handong recognized that this was a Beretta M9 pistol, with a double-action system, that is, although the hammer was not raised, as long as there was a bullet in the chamber, the opponent could pull the trigger and kill himself.

"Someone's going to assassinate your boss." "They came down from upstairs and entered the room through the window. ”

The bodyguard looked suspicious and spoke to the miniature microphone on the neckline: "One, an Asian broke in, received." With that, he raised his thumb and went to fire the pistol safe.

Liu Handong secretly said that it was not good, this thing was slow to react, and he did not go to the savior, but suspected himself, he grabbed the barrel of the gun and twisted it to the side, and at the same time kicked the bodyguard a few meters away, and rushed to the room with a pistol, and the corridor covered with thick carpet sucked away the footsteps without any sound.

Suddenly, the elevator door opened with a bang, and three bodyguards rushed out from inside, two pistols, plus an MP5K submachine gun, the muzzle of the black hole was pointed directly at Liu Handong, and there were two pairs of stunned eyes in the elevator, it turned out that the father and son of the oil bully were not in the room.

Liu Handong raised his hand to surrender, his Arabic training time was short, he was not as good as speaking in English, and before he could finish speaking, the bodyguard pressed him down, put the muzzle of the gun on his head, and his hands were tied.

The middle-aged oil bully ordered the bodyguard to open the door, a sturdy bodyguard carefully swiped the door with the room card, and quickly flashed aside, and the other bodyguard took off his suit, revealing the bulletproof vest he wore inside, leaning over, and rushed in with a submachine gun, followed by the one with a pistol.

The young oil bully became nervous, but his father was very calm, the search ended quickly, and the bodyguards confirmed that the room was safe, no one had broken in, and the windows were intact.

Liu Handong's head was big, he remembered that the direction where the man in black entered was this room, could he have seen it wrong? Just about to argue, the middle-aged oil bully glanced at himself and made a neck cutting gesture at the bodyguard.

The bodyguard glanced at the camera above the corridor and escorted Liu Handong to the elevator, presumably to take him outside to be executed.

Liu Handong is so depressed, he has been brave and brave, and he has been regarded as a killer, where to be reasonable, there is no fun to resist, his hands are tied, the bodyguards are tall and have guns, it is difficult to die in Dubai, damn, the script should not be written like this.

The oil bully father and son entered the room, the elevator door slowly closed, Liu Handong was sandwiched by two Arab strong men, all the way down to the parking lot, and got on a silver Land Rover off-road vehicle, he has been looking for a chance to escape, but the other party is very experienced and has no flaws.

Liu Handong was dragged to the outskirts of Dubai, where the sea breeze was blowing, and the desert was desolate under the moonlight.

"Get on your knees." The bodyguard said, the gun in his hand flashing with a ghostly light.

Liu Handong was unwilling to kneel to die, standing proudly, suddenly his leg was kicked by someone, and he knelt down involuntarily, he didn't have eyes behind him, but he could guess that the muzzle of the gun had been aimed at the back of the head, as long as his fingers were lightly hooked, he would become a lonely ghost in the suburbs of Dubai.

This kind of death is really a different kind of grievance.

Suddenly, the mobile phone rang, the bodyguard lowered the muzzle, answered the phone, immediately put down the gun, and escorted Liu Handong back to the car.

Liu Handong was covered in a cold sweat, he would not die for the time being, and it was estimated that he would be tortured, and when he proved his identity, he would have to go down for half his life.

Half an hour later, Liu Handong was taken to the seaside Burj Al Arab, another legendary landmark in Dubai, a seven-star luxury hotel, where he met the father and son again in a luxury suite.

"Thank you, Chinese friend." The middle-aged oil bully, with the respect of the superiors, said lightly, and did not seem to have the intention of apologizing to Liu Handong.

Liu Handong snorted coldly.

The oil bully slapped his face, and the bodyguard opened a lockbox, which contained neatly brand-new dollars.

"This is my thanks, Allah bless you, Chinese friend." Youba smiled faintly and walked straight away with his son.

"You owe me an apology, a formal apology." Liu Handong said in English.

The oil bully turned around, smiled elegantly, didn't speak, and left.

"!" Liu Handong was so angry that he was almost shot to death like a dog, can he be beaten if he gives some money, it's so disrespectful, wait, I'll see how much money there is.

The bodyguard said: "Your luggage has been brought in, you can stay in this suite indefinitely, I wish you a good night's sleep, goodbye." ”

"Wait, what's going on yet?" Liu Handong said, but the other party didn't seem interested in communicating with him, so he left in a hurry.

The travel bag that was thrown in the Armani Hotel was also brought by them, these people have a lot of energy, Liu Handong is still a little afraid when he thinks about it carefully, the rich people in the Middle East are gathered, the hidden dragon is crouching tiger, he is too big, he will pay attention in the future, and be less nosy.

The dollars in the lockbox are not much, only twenty dollars, a hundred dollars per pile of new dollars with a denomination of 100 yuan, on the blue-gray banknotes, Franklin pursed his lips and looked at Liu Handong expressionlessly.

"It's kind of a conscience." Liu Handong muttered, closed the lockbox, and suddenly remembered that he forgot to ask the honorific name of the oil bully.