Chapter 382: How Can They Do This?

An Feng nodded, and handed the other party a mobile phone without hesitation, and a GPS topographic map flashed on the mobile phone screen, and a green line was marked on the topographic map, which was flashing and flashing.

An Feng pointed out the end of the green line: "I still have an auxiliary group that has not evacuated Peshawar, our rendezvous point is here, you follow the route, of course, the route may be adjusted at any time according to the specific situation, as long as you evacuate according to the green line, you are safe." ”

An Feng turned to Prisoner No. 2, who ripped off the Band-Aid on his mouth and said anxiously, "Don't leave me, I promise not to talk too much." ”

An Feng shook his head and said with a sigh: "I don't believe in your promise, but I can't leave you either, you can withdraw, but if you are exposed, we can leave you at any time." ”

Number One solemnly stretched out his hand in agreement: "I promise." ”

There was a knock on the door outside the courtyard, An Feng hooked his little finger, Prisoner No. 1 stepped out of the door with a gun without hesitation, Samira and Lavier on the opposite side heard the knock on the door, and walked out of the door with a jewelry box and a huge suitcase, they asked at a loss: "What should I do, they blocked the door?" ”

An Feng looked back at the slamming gate, he didn't say a word, he went over with one hand to carry a suitcase, and led everyone to the back with his head buried.

There is also a small door behind the wall, the small door is usually covered by slate-shaped tiles, An Feng borrowed the rifle in the hand of No. 1, smashed the tiles three times and two times, and opened the small door with a key, a row of private cars were parked outside the courtyard wall, and the shapes of private cars were varied, I saw An Feng shake his hand, and a remote control key appeared in his hand, he pressed the key, and the lights of one of the cars flashed a few times.

An Feng turned over and handed over the car keys to No. 1, turned his head and walked back without saying a word, when shouts were already heard outside the courtyard gate, and at the same time, there were cries and pleadings in French on the street.

No. 1 lifted a suitcase by himself and urged No. 2: "Lift the suitcase, let's go quickly, the other party is about to shoot the door lock." ”

As he stepped out of the corner gate, Number One turned his head to look and found that facing the side of the street, the corner door was not covered in the slightest, the door was rusty, and the keyhole of the lock was also covered with rust, as if it had not been used for many years and was completely abandoned.

At this moment, No. 1 is holding a suitcase in one hand and the mobile phone handed to him by An Feng in the other, he is not free in his hand, while No. 2 is holding a suitcase in both hands, looking a little overwhelmed. One thought for a moment, and without hesitation, he stepped out of the corner door, not even caring about the corner door.

At this moment, there is no need to hide the existence of the corner gate, An Feng has already smashed open the layer of tiles used to cover up the inside of the wall, and the other party only needs to search a little to find the existence of the corner gate, so ...... It doesn't matter if the door is closed or not.

Behind them, shouts rang out in the courtyard, and the militants did not shoot because they knew that although the courtyard was inhabited by foreigners, they were Arabs after all, and they still retained a little respect for the same religion.

However, after smashing the door for five minutes, these armed civilians finally couldn't help it, one of them fired at the sky continuously, threatening the two girls in the house to open the door, at this time An Feng, who returned to the courtyard, looked at the courtyard wall more than three meters high, and suddenly realized why the houses in Peshawar were built with such a high courtyard wall.

This is not a human society, and although the inhabitants can still maintain a normal life, with the slightest effort, anyone who knows here can turn into a bandit without witnesses. Without such a high courtyard wall, without such a strong courtyard wall, how can you live?

The gate of the courtyard is also very strong, the gate of this courtyard is not like the house rented by the French teacher diagonally opposite, it is beautiful in appearance, it is made of a kind of iron chestnut wood grown in the alpine mountain area as the door panel, and it is lined with a layer of steel plates. The deadbolt of the gate is also very thick, and it is impossible to break it open by manpower.

Several armed civilians outside the door had their shoulders hurt, and the entire door remained untouched.

An Feng turned around and returned to the house, at this time No. 1 had already got into the car, he put his mobile phone in front of the car window, according to the green dot on the screen flashed, started the car and walked quickly along the guided route, An Feng confirmed that they left the street with a supernatural sense, and he began to disguise the scene.

The existence of the two girls cannot be concealed, if the existence of the two girls is concealed, then their whereabouts are equivalent to being exposed, but An Feng's existence, as well as the facilities in the safe house of the West Wing, cannot be exposed - if An Feng does not have the time gate in his hand, he can only use explosives to destroy the traces.

After sweeping away the things in the west wing house, only the empty walls and bare floors were left, and the people outside the yard were still banging on the door, and some people couldn't stand it anymore and shot at the door lock, but the door lock was destroyed and the door bolt existed, and in desperation, these people went to smash An Feng's car window glass, intending to start the car and use the traction of the car to break the door.

In the east wing, the two girls cleaned up and did not make a good move, An Feng picked up a few pieces of jewelry left behind, as for the discarded clothes, these things need to be left deliberately, An Feng finished arranging the scene, returned to the main house, and erased the traces of his existence, at this time the bandits had already started his car, pulled the tow rope, and was destroying the gate.

The door was pulled and creaked, and An Feng, who had packed everything, walked to the courtyard and thought about it, at this time he could have evacuated quietly, but he was a little unwilling to leave like this.

Grab my stuff? I've never been the only one who robbed someone else, and I haven't been robbed yet.

At this time, twenty minutes have passed since the armed civilians broke into the French teacher's home, and the armed civilians who returned with a full load of fruits on their bodies walked out of the French teacher's house in a hurry, two or three people pressed the French teacher, forbidding him to approach, and the rest of the armed civilians walked to the door of An Fengyuan, walked to An Feng's car, and talked about how to break into the door.

An Feng's car had a self-destruct device in it, but he was careless and filled with a bit too much explosives. If the car exploded, the French teacher would not be spared, so An Feng did not dare to activate the self-destruct device of the car.

After thinking about it, An Feng sighed helplessly, his hand shook, and two smoke bombs appeared in his hand, he unhurriedly pulled the pull ring of the smoke bomb, raised his hand, and threw the two smoke bombs outside the courtyard one after another.

When the smoke rose from the orange-red smoke, which was said to block out the tank's infrared search device, an armed civilian reached out and kicked the smoke canister to the corner of the roadside, but once the smoke canister worked, the entire street was covered in thick smoke.

With a clang, something fell from the yard, and An Feng looked back, this was another smoke can he threw out. The smoke canister was rolling all over the ground, and thick red smoke was spewing out from the mouth of the canister.

It seems that the armed civilians outside the door are not bad at military literacy, and they also know how to throw the smoke canisters back, but unfortunately their IQ is a bit worrying.

Since the smoke canisters couldn't be thrown out, An Feng simply added two more smoke canisters in the courtyard, and he dropped two more smoke bombs, which were thrown by the door, and through the crack in the door, orange-red smoke that could not be blown away by the strong wind blew out.

The people on the street also knew that this smoke was not a harmful gas, they did not dodge, but only buried their heads in continuing to destroy the door, at this time the bolt was already twisted and deformed, even if An Feng wanted to open the bolt from the house, he couldn't do it.

However, how could this little difficulty stop An Feng. Under the thick smoke, the people outside couldn't see their five fingers clearly, An Feng jumped lightly in the courtyard, and after using his transcendent sense to see the movement outside the courtyard, he climbed up against the wall like a gecko, and turned to the other side of the wall after a while.

With a bang, the door was finally forcefully opened. But the red smoke in the door was even thicker, and the few people waiting by the door couldn't even see the other side clearly, and they stood quietly by the door, shouting loudly at the same time, telling everyone not to make noise.

An Feng had already jumped onto the street at this moment, he didn't hold a gun in his hand, only a utility knife, and in the smoke, he walked dexterously, cutting the throats of several people with a utility knife in a row.

After the gate was destroyed, the doorway had turned into a chimney, spewing out thick orange-red smoke, which could not be blown away by the wind, and liked to be deposited on the ground, and in a moment, the entire street was shrouded in solid smoke, which made An Feng move more freely, and when he wandered around, the noise on the street had all subsided.

The French governess was very frightened, she was held hostage by two people and stood in the corner, and saw that the orange-red fog covered the whole street, and in the thick fog there were only the curses and shouts of armed civilians, and the two bandits who held her hostage did not dare to shoot, for fear that the bullets would accidentally injure others in the thick fog.

After a few moments, one of the armed civilians let go of the French teacher's shoulder and took a step into the fog.

In an instant, just one step away, his entire body disappeared into the fog, and the French governess and another armed civilian standing in place saw only the orange-red fog in front of them.

Gradually, the noise in the thick fog gradually subsided, and the surroundings became extremely silent—not extremely silent, in fact, in the small courtyard along the street, countless residents held their breath and observed the orange street through the crack in the door, but all they saw was a thick red mist. Their breathing was chaotic and terrified.

The only remaining armed civilian couldn't hold back, he called the names of several companions in a row, and no one answered in the fog, and at this moment, the armed civilian suddenly felt that he had been tapped on the shoulder, and when he looked back, he saw a pair of brown hands pressing on his shoulder.

To be honest, the scene was very strange, because the fog was too thick, the visibility was only about half a meter, and this fog could not be blown away, so the fog hovered in the street like latex, and the armed civilian who was patted on the shoulder could see the palm on his shoulder, but the rest of the wrist was swallowed by the thick fog, so that he could only see the slap clearly, and he could not see the owner of the palm clearly.

But this palm made the armed civilian breathe a sigh of relief, because it was a yellow man's hand, the palm was not clean, it looked like it had not been washed for several days, the fingers were very elongated, and the nails were shining with a healthy color...... One way or another, the hand belonged to a Pakistani.

The armed civilian couldn't help but take a step towards the thick fog, suddenly, his figure was swallowed up by the entire thick fog, and the sound wave transmission in the fog was not very good, the French female teacher stood in place, feeling the footsteps coming from the fog paused, the armed civilian seemed to take two steps towards the fog, and then, there was a cooing sound similar to a pigeon in the fog.

The sound was actually the suffocating sound of a person having his throat slit, but the French governess didn't know it.

After a while, the weeping governess suddenly noticed a face emerging from the fog, yes, just a face, and the fog had swallowed the deep structure of the face, so much so that it looked like a human skin mask had emerged from the fog...... Thankfully, the human skin mask is white.

Of course, the French governess was mistaken for fear of frightening the governess, An Feng hastily washed off his makeup in the fog, and he spoke to the French governess with a mask that was close to that of a white man, speaking in standard Parisian French.

An Feng didn't ask much, and his first question was: "Did you bring your personal documents?" ”

The standard Parisian accent calmed down the French female teacher, although her emotions were calm, but her feelings exploded at the moment, she cried, nodded vigorously, and replied: "Brought it, they asked me to bring my passport, the school's teaching card, and other documents, well, I also brought a lipstick." ”

It is customary for the kidnappers to ask the hostages to bring their documents for ransom later. After the hostages were collected by them, they would send a group of hostages with various documents and photos of the newspapers of the day, and then send the photos to confirm that the hostages were in their possession.

After a pause, the governess began to cry: "They, how can they do this, I am here to help them!" I teach them French, and I get less than one-sixth the salary in France, and they pay me with local money, but there is a lot of inflation here...... The medical conditions here are poor, the sanitation is poor, and the salaries are not high - I have no regrets about it, but how can they do this? ”

It is not surprising that FAO members are often kidnapped by locals, who quietly line up with rifles on their backs to receive relief supplies, and when all the relief supplies are distributed, they will politely step forward and ask those who distribute the supplies to go home with them, and whoever dares to refuse will be a rifle butt......

An Feng stretched out his hand in the thick fog, handed the female teacher a handkerchief, and then made a gesture to the female teacher, the female teacher suddenly understood, she quickly covered her mouth with a handkerchief, and followed An Feng to the dense fog, because the fog was too thick, the two had to hold hands. And An Feng's hands are very wide and thick, giving people warmth.

After walking a distance, An Feng clapped his hands and motioned for the female teacher to stop, and plunged headlong into the dense fog. By this time the fog had thinned and thinned, and the visibility was close to two meters - walking in the fog, the French governess seemed to be blind, so they walked very slowly, stumbling, and the governess felt that they had turned in several directions halfway, and had been walking for about fifteen minutes so far.

After a while, there was a cheerful sound of a car engine in the fog, the female teacher took two steps in the direction of the engine sound, An Feng suddenly appeared from the fog, he grabbed the female teacher, and gently pushed her hand, and the female teacher felt that she had gotten into the back seat of the car.

The car quickly drove away from the street, the French female teacher jumped up, leaned on the window to observe the street more and more clearly, at this time the car was still shrouded in thick orange-red smoke, only to hear a whirring sound of gas, the fog quickly faded, like smoke into the exhaust vent, and then discharged out of the car, the scene inside the car suddenly became clear.

This is a French-made Renault off-road vehicle, the exhaust is very large, but the engine sound is very slight, the other party is very skilled, driving the car on the street whirring, encountering a turn without slowing down, the French female teacher in the back seat of the car was thrown around by the inertia of the car.

The driver of the car never looked back, and the French female teacher in the back seat could only see the back, however, the driver did not seem to be fighting alone, because he often drove to a certain alley, suddenly took a sharp brake, and then, as if according to someone's instructions, quickly reversed out of the alleyway, turned around and chose another road, the car was under such a strange rapid stop, and there was almost no large-scale mob gathering along the road.

The French female teacher did not find out that An Feng was not driving in the direction of the Pakistani capital, he drove up the northern neighborhood of Pakistan, all the way to the northern border of Peshawar, and when he jumped out of the Taliban base camp and left the city's large-scale settlement behind, the female teacher finally put her mind at ease, and at this time, the car became stable.

"Where are we going now?" The French governess asked.

"Far from the other," An Feng said a Chinese idiom, but immediately thought that the other party might not understand it, so he explained: "Karachi is southwest of Peshawar, that road has been tightly sealed, we are now walking northeast, and we will reach the border in two days - of course, if the road is good, you can see the border at noon every day." ”

"Thank you, thank you, thank you for saving ......" The second half of the French governess's words turned into a ticking prayer.

An Feng shook his head lightly - the matter is not over, when the whole city awakens, although the road to the north is not blocked, but in the middle of the night, a car with its headlights on, even if it rushes out of the city, it will naturally arouse the curiosity of sensitive people.

Through the rearview mirror, An Feng could already see five or six headlights rushing out of the city immediately after, following him step by step.

Well, the favorite model of the Pakistani militants is the Nissan pickup truck, which is fuel-efficient, pulls a lot of goods, and can also be equipped with a heavy machine gun in the small rear compartment, which most armed groups use as a mobile tank for rapid heavy fire support.

Although this Japanese-style pickup truck has all kinds of advantages, but in terms of off-road performance and speed, it has no advantage over Renault cars.

Unfortunately, this is the headquarters of Peshawar, and there is only one road leading to the border, and along the road, militants can call up people to block the road at any time......

So An Feng didn't plan to run away all the way, the car drove to a flat place, An Feng twisted the steering wheel, the car rushed down the roadbed, and bumped along the uneven ravine for five or six minutes, An Feng turned off the headlights, leaned over and took out a pair of hoods from the car, before putting on the hood, An Feng also pretended to draw camouflage on his face, and acted skillfully like a standard special forces. Border. ”

"Thank you, thank you, thank you for saving ......" The second half of the French governess's words turned into a ticking prayer.

An Feng shook his head lightly - the matter is not over, when the whole city awakens, although the road to the north is not blocked, but in the middle of the night, a car with its headlights on, even if it rushes out of the city, it will naturally arouse the curiosity of sensitive people.

Through the rearview mirror, An Feng could already see five or six headlights rushing out of the city immediately after, following him step by step.

Well, the favorite model of the Pakistani militants is the Nissan pickup truck, which is fuel-efficient, pulls a lot of goods, and can also be equipped with a heavy machine gun in the small rear compartment, which most armed groups use as a mobile tank for rapid heavy fire support.

Although this Japanese-style pickup truck has all kinds of advantages, but in terms of off-road performance and speed, it has no advantage over Renault cars.

Unfortunately, this is the headquarters of Peshawar, and there is only one road leading to the border, and along the road, militants can call up people to block the road at any time......

So An Feng didn't plan to run away all the way, the car drove to a flat place, An Feng twisted the steering wheel, the car rushed down the roadbed, and bumped along the uneven ravine for five or six minutes, An Feng turned off the headlights, leaned over and took out a pair of hoods from the car, before putting on the hood, An Feng also pretended to draw camouflage on his face, and acted skillfully like a standard special forces.