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The Duke's fiancée, the future mistress of Demville?!

Before she could speak, however, the car had started and drove away from the palace gently.

In the car, Uncle Zhong whispered, "Young Master, everything is ready." ”

He Zhengxiao took off his cold coat, unbuttoned the two buttons at the top of his shirt with his long fingers, picked up another ironed coat, and put it on with his arms stretched.

His demeanor and grace never left for a moment, and his deep silhouette did not fluctuate at all, and it was cold and steady to the heart.

"Go to the airport."

"Yes."

Uncle Zhong paused, "Young Master, where is Miss Qiao...... Is it in time? ”

In Uncle Zhong's impression, his young master's decision-making will not be wrong, and his prediction will rarely deviate from the track. However, that group of people is not people, he believes that the end of the matter will be happy, but he doesn't know if Qiao Weihuan can wait until that time.

This thing depends on luck, and it is obvious that Qiao Weihuan's luck has been hovering in the ditch, and there has not even been a bubble......

He Zhengxiao didn't answer Uncle Zhong's question, he put on his gloves without saying a word, took the headphones on the seat with his long fingers, and hung them on his ears.

After the "rustling" sound in the headphones, a rough male voice came out.

"Duke of Demville, we have spoken to the local government, and they are deploying a rescue operation. We are now at the main entrance of the Kaidra Hotel, and the other party has taken hostages, including an Asian woman, I don't know if it is your fiancée! ”

"Her physical signs."

"There was some distance between us and the hostage, and we couldn't confirm her appearance, and now we can only see that she has long hair and a tattoo on her neck!"

He Zhengxiao raised his eyes slightly, the folds on his eyelids narrowed, and the lines became more and more profound.

The purpose of the actions of this group of radicals/progressives is not purely to talk about conditions, but more to threaten.

Being thrown out as a hostage by them will only end in one fate.

I hope it's too late......

In the monitoring room of the Kaidra Hotel, someone was holding a gun, stepping on the table with one leg stabbed, and staring at the big screen with good eyes.

The tip of his nose was a little itchy, he wrinkled his nose, didn't hold back, and sneezed earth-shatteringly.

At the moment when his gaze shifted, the monitoring screen in the lower right corner gently jumped out of a thin line and disappeared.

The man rubbed his nose and raised his head again, staring cautiously. Turning to the lower right corner, there was nothing unusual on the screen, the parking lot was as empty as it had just been, only their people were guarding the elevator entrance.

In the underground parking lot, a group of people quickly passed through the gap between the vehicles. They were all black, just like the guns in their hands, their neat steps were steady and powerful, but they didn't make any sound, hunched over and approached the elevator.

The five people near the elevator kept looking around, for fear of missing the wind and grass.

They refused to ignore the slightest movement, but it was difficult to spot the tiny muzzles of the guns that crept out of the roof of the car.

In the midst of the black ranks, the voices of these people came from their headphones.

"A1 to A5 are aiming!"

"Ready—"

"Shoot!"

With an order, the bullet silently jumped out of the muzzle, went from five directions, and instantly hit the lifeline of the five people at the elevator entrance, they didn't even make a sound, and they fell down together!

The black team popped out from behind the cover and methodically rushed to the elevator, but did not enter.

The person clinging to the elevator pulled a small gadget out of his pocket and poked a small corner into the elevator with its mouth wide open.

"There is no surveillance."

"Don't go from the elevator, let's take the stairs!"

"Yes!"

The black team quickly and silently went up from the ground, halfway through, the person who started suddenly stopped, and the people behind him stopped in unison.

He leaned his back against the wall, cautiously poking his head out.

It was a long hallway, the door stood silent, and the wall lamps were warmly shining. Under the halo, the three men with guns were dragged out of slender shadows, and along with them wandering the corridor, they turned into twisted ghosts.

The person at the head raised his hand and gestured, and the person behind cautiously stepped forward, the gun in his hand carefully adjusted the angle, ready to go......

Fu Minglang, who was half numb, was half lying on the ground, staring at the outside of the lobby with his eyes tight.

From here, he could faintly see the shadow crouching on the ground, sandwiched between the other shaking hostages, slender and thin and pitiful.

Fu Minglang rubbed his eyes and tentatively moved his right arm.

The pain, in addition to the piercing pain, it was as if something was flowing out of the wound - it should be his life force.

He moved his lower lips, his voice was dry, and he let out an extremely slight sound: "...... Sister. ”

"What do you want to do?!"

Uncle Han's voice suddenly came from the other end, and Fu Minglang turned his head sharply.

Uncle Han was rudely dragged from the ground, and he angrily reprimanded the murderous people, who were still completely defenseless and dragged out of the lobby.

The three of them followed Uncle Han with guns, Fu Minglang struggled to get up, and suddenly his pupils shrank.

Those people dragged Uncle Han across a corridor with heavy steps, and at the same time, several shadows flashed in the corridor.

The whole body was pitch black, and he seemed to be holding a cold and hard weapon in his hand, from appearing to hiding, he acted as fast as if he was hallucinating, but he was still seen by Fu Minglang. His eyes widened and his mouth shut, the dead silence in his chest dissipated and the noise resumed.

Who is that, who is there to save them?

At least it won't be worse than it is now!

Fu Minglang slowed down his breathing, afraid that his reaction would attract the attention of others, and was about to relax his face, but suddenly felt that a cold gaze fell on his face accurately.

The jackal took in Fu Minglang's expression that he hadn't had time to take back, and his face suddenly darkened. He walked forward quickly, his gaze turning to the corridor that Fu Minglang had just stared at.

The blood in Fu Minglang's whole body flowed backwards instantly, and his ears were buzzing.

Can't be discovered by them...... That's their way of living!

Fu Minglang didn't have time to think at all, he tried his best to use his left hand, grabbed the half-crippled glass ashtray on the ground, and viciously smashed it towards the nearest person next to him.

"Ahh

After a scream, the man, who was already so nervous that he was about to faint, was smashed out of his head with a huge bag. He covered his head quite innocently, sat on the ground, and looked at Fu Minglang in shock and fear.

The movement quickly attracted the attention of the jackals, including the man who was about to enter the corridor.

They stared at Fu Minglang, some walked towards him, and some raised their guns in their hands.

Fu Minglang breathed rapidly, but his eyes turned outside again.

His Adam's apple rolled slightly, and a little satisfaction slowly emerged on his young and innocent face.

He thought that he would not be able to do anything in this life, and he would not have time to grow into a towering tree, so he could only count on the next life.

The only regret is that he couldn't see Qiao Weihuan for the last time.

The sun in Baghdad was scorching like never before, and the dense sunlight stuck to the skin, trying to send some warmth to the frozen flesh beneath the skin, but the people outside the Keillard Hotel only felt cold.

The other party's demands are too harsh, the local government/government does not have so much measure to compromise, and they can't give up on these foreigners, and they are anxious to confront this group of madmen, but the jackals refuse to retreat.

The scene seemed to be at an impasse, and someone who, in extreme impatience, raised his foot and kicked down a hostage after yelling.

Qiao Weihuan only felt that the white man next to him was like a ball, bouncing down the steps.

Then she heard a loud gunshot, almost ringing in her ears, and it made her heart stop. At the same time, a cold air stream brushed against her cheeks, causing a small tingling sensation on her skin.

The person behind him made up a few shots in a rage, and yelled at the police in Wuyang.

Qiao Weihuan couldn't hear what he was talking about, her eyes were half lowered, her small and half black pupils glowed with a cold light, staring at the fresh river of blood on the steps, and quietly supporting her lower abdomen with one hand.

It is hard to imagine that there would be such a group of paranoid madmen in a society governed by the rule of law. They have no concept of the same kind, they are not bound by morality and ethics, and they have completely restored the animal nature that living beings should have, and in order to achieve their goals, it doesn't matter if the whole world buries them.

The police didn't dare to shoot, they couldn't kill all the madmen in an instant, and when the time came, the remaining madmen dragged the foreigners to die together, and they couldn't explain to other countries, so they could only do this.

This group of foreigners can only die at the hands of the other party, and cannot be forced to die by them.

Qiao Weihuan was chilled by the fact that she recognized, because she had no power to fight back.

She couldn't be made invulnerable in a second, nor did she grow a pair of wings that would allow her to escape.

Then watch yourself being dragged to death by them?

No way!

Qiao Weihuan quietly let go of the fingers behind her back, and rubbed her palms covered with cold sweat on her clothes.

Suddenly, there was a sound behind him, and Qiao Weihuan heard Uncle Han's voice, followed by a pain in his calf.

I don't know if it's her delusion, her lower abdomen seems to twitch......

Uncle Han was dragged out and thrown to the ground again, as if his head had hit something, but it didn't hurt. In the blurred vision, there was a tall black shadow, and he couldn't see what he had hit, so he struggled to raise his head, and gasped angrily with him.

Uncle Han couldn't see things clearly, he could only vaguely see the humanoid creatures on the steps, his hands and feet spread out like a big cake, and a large area of shocking red on his light gray coat.

"What a bunch of brutes you are!"

Uncle Han twisted his body with great effort, so angry that he almost couldn't speak, and roared at the group of black shadows standing.

I have to say that Uncle Han is very good at choosing hardware.

At present, this group of people is impetuous, and in the face of the black and oppressive police, they are unprecedentedly manic. In this case, listening to Uncle Han's bird language is completely different from the feeling in the lobby.

Uncle Han's eyes were not good, and he didn't know how gloomy his face was when he looked down on him. He scolded quickly and quickly, still switching between Chinese, English, Kurdish, and Arabic, trying to stab this group of animals to death with words!

The breathing above his head became extremely heavy, and Qiao Weihuan turned his head coldly.

The person closest to her stared at Uncle Han with a pair of red eyes, and the green tendons on the corners of her forehead kept beating, on the verge of going berserk!

Until Uncle Han said, "Allah will not forgive you!" ”

Qiao Weihuan was stunned, seeing that this person's arm was raised, she didn't even think about it, she twisted her body violently and pounced on Uncle Han.

"Uncle Han!"

In the flash of light, the gunfire is again!

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Remember for a second No pop-ups

The Duke's fiancée, the future mistress of Demville?!

Before she could speak, however, the car had started and drove away from the palace gently.

In the car, Uncle Zhong whispered, "Young Master, everything is ready." ”

He Zhengxiao took off his cold coat, unbuttoned the two buttons at the top of his shirt with his long fingers, picked up another ironed coat, and put it on with his arms stretched.

His demeanor and grace never left for a moment, and his deep silhouette did not fluctuate at all, and it was cold and steady to the heart.

"Go to the airport."

"Yes."

Uncle Zhong paused, "Young Master, where is Miss Qiao...... Is it in time? ”

In Uncle Zhong's impression, his young master's decision-making will not be wrong, and his prediction will rarely deviate from the track. However, that group of people is not people, he believes that the end of the matter will be happy, but he doesn't know if Qiao Weihuan can wait until that time.

This thing depends on luck, and it is obvious that Qiao Weihuan's luck has been hovering in the ditch, and there has not even been a bubble......

He Zhengxiao didn't answer Uncle Zhong's question, he put on his gloves without saying a word, took the headphones on the seat with his long fingers, and hung them on his ears.

After the "rustling" sound in the headphones, a rough male voice came out.

"Duke of Demville, we have spoken to the local government, and they are deploying a rescue operation. We are now at the main entrance of the Kaidra Hotel, and the other party has taken hostages, including an Asian woman, I don't know if it is your fiancée! ”

"Her physical signs."

"There was some distance between us and the hostage, and we couldn't confirm her appearance, and now we can only see that she has long hair and a tattoo on her neck!"

He Zhengxiao raised his eyes slightly, the folds on his eyelids narrowed, and the lines became more and more profound.

The purpose of the actions of this group of radicals/progressives is not purely to talk about conditions, but more to threaten.

Being thrown out as a hostage by them will only end in one fate.

I hope it's too late......

In the monitoring room of the Kaidra Hotel, someone was holding a gun, stepping on the table with one leg stabbed, and staring at the big screen with good eyes.

The tip of his nose was a little itchy, he wrinkled his nose, didn't hold back, and sneezed earth-shatteringly.

At the moment when his gaze shifted, the monitoring screen in the lower right corner gently jumped out of a thin line and disappeared.

The man rubbed his nose and raised his head again, staring cautiously. Turning to the lower right corner, there was nothing unusual on the screen, the parking lot was as empty as it had just been, only their people were guarding the elevator entrance.

In the underground parking lot, a group of people quickly passed through the gap between the vehicles. They were all black, just like the guns in their hands, their neat steps were steady and powerful, but they didn't make any sound, hunched over and approached the elevator.

The five people near the elevator kept looking around, for fear of missing the wind and grass.

They refused to ignore the slightest movement, but it was difficult to spot the tiny muzzles of the guns that crept out of the roof of the car.

In the midst of the black ranks, the voices of these people came from their headphones.

"A1 to A5 are aiming!"

"Ready—"

"Shoot!"

With an order, the bullet silently jumped out of the muzzle, went from five directions, and instantly hit the lifeline of the five people at the elevator entrance, they didn't even make a sound, and they fell down together!

The black team popped out from behind the cover and methodically rushed to the elevator, but did not enter.

The person clinging to the elevator pulled a small gadget out of his pocket and poked a small corner into the elevator with its mouth wide open.

"There is no surveillance."

"Don't go from the elevator, let's take the stairs!"

"Yes!"

The black team quickly and silently went up from the ground, halfway through, the person who started suddenly stopped, and the people behind him stopped in unison.

He leaned his back against the wall, cautiously poking his head out.

It was a long hallway, the door stood silent, and the wall lamps were warmly shining. Under the halo, the three men with guns were dragged out of slender shadows, and along with them wandering the corridor, they turned into twisted ghosts.

The person at the head raised his hand and gestured, and the person behind cautiously stepped forward, the gun in his hand carefully adjusted the angle, ready to go......

Fu Minglang, who was half numb, was half lying on the ground, staring at the outside of the lobby with his eyes tight.

From here, he could faintly see the shadow crouching on the ground, sandwiched between the other shaking hostages, slender and thin and pitiful.

Fu Minglang rubbed his eyes and tentatively moved his right arm.

The pain, in addition to the piercing pain, it was as if something was flowing out of the wound - it should be his life force.

He moved his lower lips, his voice was dry, and he let out an extremely slight sound: "...... Sister. ”

"What do you want to do?!"

Uncle Han's voice suddenly came from the other end, and Fu Minglang turned his head sharply.

Uncle Han was rudely dragged from the ground, and he angrily reprimanded the murderous people, who were still completely defenseless and dragged out of the lobby.

The three of them followed Uncle Han with guns, Fu Minglang struggled to get up, and suddenly his pupils shrank.

Those people dragged Uncle Han across a corridor with heavy steps, and at the same time, several shadows flashed in the corridor.

The whole body was pitch black, and he seemed to be holding a cold and hard weapon in his hand, from appearing to hiding, he acted as fast as if he was hallucinating, but he was still seen by Fu Minglang. His eyes widened and his mouth shut, the dead silence in his chest dissipated and the noise resumed.

Who is that, who is there to save them?

At least it won't be worse than it is now!

Fu Minglang slowed down his breathing, afraid that his reaction would attract the attention of others, and was about to relax his face, but suddenly felt that a cold gaze fell on his face accurately.

The jackal took in Fu Minglang's expression that he hadn't had time to take back, and his face suddenly darkened. He walked forward quickly, his gaze turning to the corridor that Fu Minglang had just stared at.

The blood in Fu Minglang's whole body flowed backwards instantly, and his ears were buzzing.

Can't be discovered by them...... That's their way of living!

Fu Minglang didn't have time to think at all, he tried his best to use his left hand, grabbed the half-crippled glass ashtray on the ground, and viciously smashed it towards the nearest person next to him.

"Ahh

After a scream, the man, who was already so nervous that he was about to faint, was smashed out of his head with a huge bag. He covered his head quite innocently, sat on the ground, and looked at Fu Minglang in shock and fear.

The movement quickly attracted the attention of the jackals, including the man who was about to enter the corridor.

They stared at Fu Minglang, some walked towards him, and some raised their guns in their hands.

Fu Minglang breathed rapidly, but his eyes turned outside again.

His Adam's apple rolled slightly, and a little satisfaction slowly emerged on his young and innocent face.

He thought that he would not be able to do anything in this life, and he would not have time to grow into a towering tree, so he could only count on the next life.

The only regret is that he couldn't see Qiao Weihuan for the last time.

The sun in Baghdad was scorching like never before, and the dense sunlight stuck to the skin, trying to send some warmth to the frozen flesh beneath the skin, but the people outside the Keillard Hotel only felt cold.

The other party's demands are too harsh, the local government/government does not have so much measure to compromise, and they can't give up on these foreigners, and they are anxious to confront this group of madmen, but the jackals refuse to retreat.

The scene seemed to be at an impasse, and someone who, in extreme impatience, raised his foot and kicked down a hostage after yelling.

Qiao Weihuan only felt that the white man next to him was like a ball, bouncing down the steps.

Then she heard a loud gunshot, almost ringing in her ears, and it made her heart stop. At the same time, a cold air stream brushed against her cheeks, causing a small tingling sensation on her skin.

The person behind him made up a few shots in a rage, and yelled at the police in Wuyang.

Qiao Weihuan couldn't hear what he was talking about, her eyes were half lowered, her small and half black pupils glowed with a cold light, staring at the fresh river of blood on the steps, and quietly supporting her lower abdomen with one hand.

It is hard to imagine that there would be such a group of paranoid madmen in a society governed by the rule of law. They have no concept of the same kind, they are not bound by morality and ethics, and they have completely restored the animal nature that living beings should have, and in order to achieve their goals, it doesn't matter if the whole world buries them.

The police didn't dare to shoot, they couldn't kill all the madmen in an instant, and when the time came, the remaining madmen dragged the foreigners to die together, and they couldn't explain to other countries, so they could only do this.

This group of foreigners can only die at the hands of the other party, and cannot be forced to die by them.

Qiao Weihuan was chilled by the fact that she recognized, because she had no power to fight back.

She couldn't be made invulnerable in a second, nor did she grow a pair of wings that would allow her to escape.

Then watch yourself being dragged to death by them?

No way!

Qiao Weihuan quietly let go of the fingers behind her back, and rubbed her palms covered with cold sweat on her clothes.

Suddenly, there was a sound behind him, and Qiao Weihuan heard Uncle Han's voice, followed by a pain in his calf.

I don't know if it's her delusion, her lower abdomen seems to twitch......

Uncle Han was dragged out and thrown to the ground again, as if his head had hit something, but it didn't hurt. In the blurred vision, there was a tall black shadow, and he couldn't see what he had hit, so he struggled to raise his head, and gasped angrily with him.

Uncle Han couldn't see things clearly, he could only vaguely see the humanoid creatures on the steps, his hands and feet spread out like a big cake, and a large area of shocking red on his light gray coat.

"What a bunch of brutes you are!"

Uncle Han twisted his body with great effort, so angry that he almost couldn't speak, and roared at the group of black shadows standing.

I have to say that Uncle Han is very good at choosing hardware.

At present, this group of people is impetuous, and in the face of the black and oppressive police, they are unprecedentedly manic. In this case, listening to Uncle Han's bird language is completely different from the feeling in the lobby.

Uncle Han's eyes were not good, and he didn't know how gloomy his face was when he looked down on him. He scolded quickly and quickly, still switching between Chinese, English, Kurdish, and Arabic, trying to stab this group of animals to death with words!

The breathing above his head became extremely heavy, and Qiao Weihuan turned his head coldly.

The person closest to her stared at Uncle Han with a pair of red eyes, and the green tendons on the corners of her forehead kept beating, on the verge of going berserk!

Until Uncle Han said, "Allah will not forgive you!" ”

Qiao Weihuan was stunned, seeing that this person's arm was raised, she didn't even think about it, she twisted her body violently and pounced on Uncle Han.

"Uncle Han!"

In the flash of light, the gunfire is again!

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