Chapter 380 The Husband of "Our Family".

But halfway through the words, Lavier immediately understood: The city-wide explosion that occurred last night must be related to An Feng, otherwise he would not have let the girls come to Peshawar more than ten days in advance, and also asked the girls to stay with a stand-in.

This topic is also what Samira wants to ask, and she has an expectant look in her eyes, waiting for An Feng to answer. But An Feng ...... Pointing to the extra boxes next to the TV cabinet, he asked, "Hey, who has been here, why are there two more boxes in the room?" ”

As soon as she said this, the two girls suddenly broke out in a cold sweat...... They have so many secrets that someone has infiltrated them without even knowing it - oh my!

This box is indeed extraordinary, the box is calfskin, larger than the cash box, similar to an air travel suitcase. When everyone goes out today, this thing is definitely not in the house.

An Feng walked over quickly, picked up the two boxes and looked at them, and immediately pretended to be abrupt - in fact, these two boxes were taken out of the time gate, and the contents of the boxes were a reward for the two girls.

An Feng pretended to point to the corner of the box and motioned to the two girls to observe nearby: "It turned out to be ...... My people placed it. Look, here in the box, there is a laser sign, this symbol is the secret mark of your own people, don't be surprised when you see such a symbol in the future. ”

Then, An Feng recalled the password seriously, he flicked the combination lock, and with a bang, the room was full of jewels.

Truth be told, the jewelry in the box is not expensive, and most of the jewelry styles belong to the middle-class family who can afford it with hard work. This kind of jewelry is worn on the body alone, which is not considered to be wealthy, but when it is draped as a whole, it is a bit ...... Absolute tyrants.

The jewelry in the two sets of boxes is not identical, and only a small number of pieces of jewelry in the lower single digits are duplicated. In the whole box, there are more than 20 necklaces of various styles, inlaid with gemstones, uninlaid with gemstones, various artistic shapes, pure gold, colored gold, perkin, and so on.

As for the rings, there were thirty or forty in the box. In addition to all kinds of gemstone rings, there are also Arabs' favorite pure gold rings, more than a dozen pure gold bracelets are shining and absolutely local gold. And the bracelets inlaid with gems have not been spared, and more than ten bracelets of various colors of gemstones are only hated. Similarly, although there are more than 100 pairs of earrings of various styles, there are very few two girls......

Jewelry, An Feng now owns a second-rate jewelry company, and he lacks nothing like this thing. As for gemstones, hey, now the gemstone resources at the bottom of the ocean belong to other companies, if it is not for fear of causing market price shocks, it is estimated that the world's gems are like cabbage, ordinary and cheap.

An Feng gave the two girls two boxes of jewelry, which basically contained the concept products of the designer under his name. Some of these ideas have been approved by the company and approved for marketing, while others have been rejected - such works are referred to in the market as "experimental works" or "quasi-finished products". And the reason why they were rejected is not all because of poor design, but mostly because of the cost of product production, which is beyond the market positioning of the company's products, so it is not suitable for large-scale launch to the market, and so on.

Therefore, a small number of the jewelry in it has appeared in the market, but most of them belong to the unseen and unheard of by the girls, beyond their imagination...... Masterpiece. For a moment, the girls were dazzled. And because most of the styles of the two boxes of jewelry are not repeated, therefore, when An Feng determined that the two boxes of jewelry were gifts from the girls, Samira and Lavier suddenly became the whole world.

They were busy comparing with each other, tasting each other, trying them on, and some ...... I like other people's things very much, so pick and choose, take out what I don't particularly like and exchange with each other, and after the exchange, they regret it, so they compare and choose. In their busyness, they didn't even know that An Feng had left the room halfway.

However, the girls were not too worried about An Feng's departure, because they vaguely heard the door of the opposite wing room ring, and knew that An Feng had gone to the opposite room, and the situation in the opposite room was not allowed to be known by the girls. So, the two women began to pick and choose with confidence, until they were tired and sleepy, and when the day was just dawning, they went to bed exhausted.

When An Feng entered the West Wing, Prisoner No. 2 had already found a room to sleep in. Prisoner 1 was still sitting alone in the room, and the sofa cover stained with urine and feces stained with 2 had been cleaned by prisoner 1. He sat on a couch in the dark, on a coffee table across from him, with a loaded AK47 rifle.

No one noticed that An Feng, who walked out of the east wing empty-handed, suddenly had a camouflage military weapon box in his hand when he entered the west wing. The hundred-kilogram weapon box was lifted lightly by An Feng, he calmly pushed open the door, and nodded at the No. 1 prisoner in the door, not surprised that the other party had not slept at this time.

Putting the heavy box aside, An Feng pointed to the AK47 rifle on the coffee table, and said mockingly: "This thing, hmph, made in the Peshawar handicraft workshop, has a lot of faults and failures, so let's throw it away." ”

An Feng's tone was very familiar, as if Prisoner No. 1 was his partner for many years.

While An Feng lowered his head and opened the ammunition box, Prisoner No. 1 calmly said two strings of numbers, and then added: "The former is the phone number, dial this secret number, report the latter number - my number, and then, someone will contact you." ”

An Feng slowly took out a German-made AK47 rifle from the box, leaned over and took out two pistols, then shook his head lightly, and replied: "The current situation, well, I am not suitable for contact with the outside world." We are to be absolutely silent during this time. ”

Prisoner No. 1 shook his head gently and asked, "Why, why didn't you leave later?" What are you looking for when you stay here? The whole city was so chaotic yesterday that if we were to evacuate, the risk should be minimal. On the contrary, the longer you stay in the city, the greater the risk. ”

Taking a deep breath, Prisoner No. 1 continued to add: "Presumably, they have started to arrest people all over the streets now, and those people have lost a few hostages, so naturally they have to pull a few hostages from the street back to compensate for the losses." Now as long as it is a foreigner, they will not let it go. In this case, the longer you stay in the city, the greater the danger.

Tell me, what is your evacuation plan? Don't you? Is there anything else you need to find in this city? Don't...... Your mission isn't over yet, aren't you here to save me? ”

An Feng nodded: "My task is not to rescue you, the person I need to rescue has already been rescued, so ......"

Prisoner No. 1 secretly took a breath of cold air, and immediately picked up An Feng's words sharply: "So, if we are caught again, you have nothing to lose, you don't care about our safety at all, right?" ”

An Feng tugged at the corners of his mouth and showed a nonchalant smile: "Okay, I did wait for something, but I can't tell you the details." My support staff has all been evacuated, and now I don't have the appropriate support personnel on hand to transport you out of Peshawar quietly.

You're right, your safety is really none of my business, so please restrain Prisoner No. 2 in your own right, and as for the two ladies in the opposite room, I hope you don't have too much contact with them, even though they are our only cover for evacuating the city.

Oh, if possible, in ten days' time, we'll leave the city with those two ladies, and I don't want you to show your face in the courtyard until then. Also, I won't call the phone number you just mentioned, and I won't send any messages to the outside world unless I leave the city. ”

Prisoner No. 1's eyes flickered and nodded: "So, your next operation is absolutely confidential, and rescuing us is just a favor, you don't want us to interfere with your operation, but you don't have another safe house to hide us, so we must maintain absolute silence and silence during your operation." ”

An Feng nodded: "Your understanding is correct...... Well, there's enough food in the fridge and enough clothes in the closet for you guys to watch TV during this time, but I'm absolutely forbidden for you to watch channels other than Arabic. I don't want people to hear the sound of a foreign language coming from this courtyard, and when I go out, this courtyard is quiet as if no one is there.

You're a veteran, and I'm sure you should know the rules, take care of the Italian, and if your actions get in my way, I'll not hesitate to abandon this safe house - in that case, you'll need to get out of Peshawar on your own. ”

With that, An Feng took out a bulging envelope from the ammunition box, and he threw the envelope to prisoner No. 1: "Here are some Pakistani banknotes, today may be the last time I will see you." The next time we meet, maybe it's time to leave, but maybe we don't see each other again. Ten days from now, if I don't come to you, do whatever you want. ”

One took a deep breath: "Freedom, I have been imprisoned for seven years, and now freedom is only one step away from me...... Don't worry, I'll take care of that Italian, but hopefully you'll deliver on your promise in time. ”

An Feng bowed silently, turned around and left the West Wing.

Soon, the sky was slightly brighter, and the whole city resounded with the sound of trumpets urging people to pray for the morning.

An Feng stood in the courtyard for a while, he listened to the sound of prayer, saw that the lights in the east and west wings were extinguished, and turned around and returned to the main house.

Most Arabic architecture is unconsciously similar to the courtyard architecture of China. It is also not known who influenced whom with this architectural style. Internationally, however, this style of architecture is commonly referred to as the "Oriental style".

In the courtyard where An Feng lives, the east and west wings belong to the guest house, and there is no telephone, no Internet, only TV. There are telephone lines and Internet equipment in the main house, but they are only for the owner's use, and there are complex Internet access passwords.

An Feng returned to the main house, connected the computer to the Internet, and sent a security signal on the network, he waited and waited, but did not wait for the corresponding response, so he sighed, stood at the door of the house and hesitated, and suddenly felt that he had no desire for women at this time, so he turned around and went to bed.

This slept until the afternoon, and when An Feng woke up, he smelled the smell of food wafting all over the courtyard - Samira and Lavier in the east wing woke up, and they were happily cooking dinner. Prisoner No. 1 and Prisoner No. 2 in the West Wing also woke up, but their room was still covered with thick curtains, and occasionally the curtain cracks could be seen flickering, which was Prisoner No. 1 observing the movement on the other side of the neighborhood - as a veteran spy, Prisoner No. 1 did not miss any opportunity to observe.

An Feng didn't care about this offense. As long as No. 1 could restrain Prisoner No. 2, the Italian was the real troublemaker. Before evacuating, An Feng did not want any mistakes from Prisoner No. 2.

Using the walls of the room, An Feng exercised for a while, then he went into the bathroom to take a shower and began to put on makeup in front of the mirror...... Ten minutes later, he was a slightly bearded, dark-faced Pashtun, dressed in traditional Pashtun clothes, and his eyes were yellowish-brown.

I looked in the mirror repeatedly, but I couldn't feel the holes on my body. An Feng shook his hand, and a strangely shaped glove appeared in his hand, he took this glove, gestured around the place where he had moved, and then took off this glove, threw it on the table, pushed open the door by himself, and walked towards the east wing.

When the door of the main house was closed, the gloves thrown down by An Feng began to move-this is a pair of smart gloves, the fingertips, palms, and joints of several knuckles of the gloves have a strangely shaped blue glue layer, and inside the glue layer is an intelligent circuit. The various gestures An Feng made before were actually all kinds of cleaning orders. The places he touched were the ones that needed to be cleaned, and the gloves would write them down when they were instructed to do so. As soon as the owner walked away, the glove squirmed and emitted ultrasonic waves to shatter the ashes, skin fragments, and fingerprints left behind in these places - the glove is called "clean when touched" and is now available for sale.

It's hard to imagine how surprised and frightened the two girls were when they suddenly saw a stranger appear. But An Feng's size was still there, and his demeanor and movements carried a familiar feeling, so the two girls didn't scream...... When An Feng spoke, the two girls understood.

An Feng asked, "How about my outfit?" ”

"Great, it's the weekend, and I'm thinking about going out for a walk...... Yay, I found out that even if you pretend to be a local, you are a very handsome Pakistani. ”

"Yes, yes, my husband is really good." Lavier chimed in.

"What's your husband, it's our husband, us!" Samira stressed.

At this time, the girls were already shining with the light of all kinds of precious stones, and it was natural for women to resist the temptation of all kinds of colorful glitters. So they can't wait to hang those jewelry on their bodies, even if they are cooking, they are not afraid that those jewelry will be blackened by oil smoke.

The girls who were redressed were more elegant, showing a middle-class rich temperament, which made An Feng feel very satisfied.

Lavier and Samira did not come from a poor family. In the past, there were generally no poor people in Iraq, but under economic sanctions, they had little contact with foreign delicate products. Suddenly, a lot of beautiful jewelry was placed in front of them, some things they had seen in the window in the past, displayed in various luxury pictorials, and now they could wear it on themselves, which made the girls feel indescribably complacent, because of pride, so the girls exuded a strong youthful vitality, they were excited to talk non-stop, and kept adding food and rice for An Feng, showing off their housework skills......

In the evening, when the dinner was coming to an end, the two girls looked out the window, a little worried about how to spend time in the evening.

"I don't know what the theater will do tonight, so let's go to the theater and see it," Samira suggests.

An Feng looked at the sky outside the house and frowned: "This night is not safe, Samira, you go out with me, Lavier, you stay at home, it's chaotic outside, I can only protect one person." ”

Lavier bit his lower lip, nodded unwillingly, and muttered in a low voice: "I want to wear such beautiful jewelry too, so that others can see it...... Forget it, Peshawar has been very unquiet these days, you must be careful when you go out. ”

Samira has a more decisive personality than Lavie, she vaguely guessed An Feng's intention to show up, thought about it, and suggested: "Why don't I go to my classmates, we have two groups of people, about a dozen classmates." Today is the weekend, and there must be local students who invite them to visit their home. Let me reach out to my classmates, it's safer for everyone to get together. ”

Lavier jumped up, clapped his hands and said, "Okay, okay, so I can show up with you." ”

An Feng flatly refused: "No, tonight, only one of you can go out." ”

Lavier pouted and sat down reluctantly, his fingers fiddling with the necklace.

The streets of Peshawar are more chaotic than they were yesterday. At this moment, more than fifty hours have passed since the rescue operation, and the successive explosions are further fermenting, although the outside world rescue operation is not reported in the radio and newspapers, but the details of the operation are quietly recited throughout the city.

Seven or eight locations were reportedly attacked at the same time that night, and in four places there were violent firefights, two of which were very large-scale, and the exchange of fire between the two sides was carried out at the end, and a large explosion occurred in the neighborhood where the hostages were held, as a result of which all witnesses were killed.

Hundreds of bodies were said to have been picked up by a nearby temple in the neighborhood where the firefighting took place, leading residents to believe it was a premeditated massacre. At the instigation of well-intentioned people, there was a coffin-carrying procession on the street. There was a massive commotion in the neighborhood, with many people taking to the streets to smash and loot...... But so far, no one has come out to take responsibility for the assault, the rescued hostages have not appeared, and world public opinion has collectively lost its voice.

It is said that some kidnapping groups have been clamoring to kill the remaining hostages in retaliation for possible raids, but this is only a rhetorical statement, because hostages are their "product" and mean money. If you kill the hostages, you won't be able to get money. If you can't get money, you won't have any income. The newspapers did not report on the hostage rescue, but the city whispered the details of the operation.

Seven or eight locations were reportedly attacked at the same time that night, and in four places there were violent firefights, two of which were very large-scale, and the exchange of fire between the two sides was carried out at the end, and a large explosion occurred in the neighborhood where the hostages were held, as a result of which all witnesses were killed.

Hundreds of bodies were said to have been picked up by a nearby temple in the neighborhood where the firefighting took place, leading residents to believe it was a premeditated massacre. At the instigation of well-intentioned people, there was a coffin-carrying procession on the street. There was a massive commotion in the neighborhood, with many people taking to the streets to smash and loot...... But so far, no one has come out to take responsibility for the assault, the rescued hostages have not appeared, and world public opinion has collectively lost its voice.

It is said that some kidnapping groups have been clamoring to kill the remaining hostages in retaliation for possible raids, but this is only a rhetorical statement, because hostages are their "product" and mean money. If you kill the hostages, you won't be able to get money. If you can't get money, you won't have any income.