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Qiao Weihuan didn't know what was going on, she just saw that on the other side of the street, there were several cars flying over, and some passers-by were running, as if they were running with their heads in their hands.

The roar of the engine, the distant scream, was full of ominous meaning.

Qiao Weihuan intuitively felt danger, and walked into the hotel quickly without thinking about it, and hurriedly went to find Uncle Han.

The sound was gunshot, but not ordinary gunfire, at least not a pistol, and more than one person was shooting.

These people look like they're running for their lives, but why don't they run into the building?

Qiao Weihuan's heart began to beat wildly, his hands and feet gradually became colder, his steps became more urgent, he quickly took out his mobile phone from his bag and began to call Uncle Han.

The moment she connected, she had already arrived outside Uncle Han's room door, and went directly to twist the doorknob, "Uncle Han, there may have been an accident near the hotel, where are you now?" ”

However, the door couldn't be opened, and Uncle Han didn't speak.

The hotel at lunchtime was exceptionally quiet, and in the cramped corridor, the dim wall lamps silently cast their eyes on her and Fu Minglang.

Qiao Weihuan stopped his heartbeat and twisted the door harder, "Uncle Han? Are you listening? ”

The other end of the phone hung up abruptly, and at the moment when the signal disappeared, Qiao Weihuan vaguely heard a foreign language, which seemed to be scolding.

It's a male voice, but it's not Uncle Han!

Qiao Weihuan took a deep breath and knocked on the door hard, "Uncle Han? Uncle Han, are you in there? Uncle Han?! ”

"Sister......

Fu Minglang hugged Qiao Weihuan, whose face was pale, took her shoulders into his arms, and said in a dumb voice: "Uncle Han seems to have said that he was going out in the morning, and I will accompany you to find it." ”

Qiao Weihuan bit her lip, her dark eyes staring at the door.

After a while, she patted Fu Minglang's arm, "Okay." ”

Qiao Weihuan walked directly to the elevator, and saw from afar that the elevator stopped on the fourth floor and continued to rise. She couldn't wait, she kept poking the elevator button, and suddenly heard a voice: "Miss Qiao!" ”

Hurried footsteps came, and two men in suits strode over, their faces solemn like never before.

"Miss Qiao, it may not be safe here, we have to leave as soon as possible!"

Qiao Weihuan glanced at the elevator that had stopped on the fifth floor, and her slightly numb brain finally calmed down.

The elevator stopped briefly again, went up to the sixth floor, and stopped again.

Qiao Weihuan lowered his eyebrows coldly, without any extra words, and said decisively: "Let's take the safe passage." ”

She hurriedly and unhurriedly took a step, and a man in a suit walked in front of her cautiously, leaving a man behind Fu Minglang to observe the surroundings in all directions.

The sound of chaotic footsteps swayed in the fire escape, and Qiao Weihuan suddenly asked, "Why are there only two of you?" Where are the others? ”

"They were outside, and we didn't have time to go upstairs, so we were supposed to stay at the hotel."

Qiao Weihuan pursed her lips, "Are you in touch?" What's going on out there? ”

The burly back in front of him froze slightly, and after a while, he lowered his voice and said, "We don't know, we can only judge from the sound that someone shot in the street." ”

As they spoke, they had reached the first floor. The man in the suit in front stepped out and paused sharply with his figure.

Qiao Weihuan almost didn't see anything clearly, so she felt a strong force coming over and took her back to the passage.

The man in the suit covered her with her head and tail, her eyes were pitch black, and her sense of hearing became extremely acute in an instant.

Four gunshots rang out, and the man snorted a few times, and occasionally a few wild shouts.

Qiao Weihuan grabbed the arm of the man in the suit with a shock, but his fingertips touched a piece of dampness.

The burly body is as hard as iron, and as fragile as a man. A few bullets pierced his liver, and his murder and coldness were gone.

Only the empty exorcist shell remained, with a little bit of the temperature that a person should have, and staggered down.

Qiao Weihuan raised her trembling fingers, and the red on her fingertips was shocking.

There was no way to scream in panic, and his throat was already choked by an invisible hand, and he couldn't make a sound.

Then someone grabbed her arm and dragged her up the stairs without saying anything.

Qiao Weihuan raised his head with red eyes and looked at Fu Minglang's straight back.

"Bright ......"

Fu Minglang didn't speak, but the only man in a suit behind him spoke.

"Miss Joe."

His voice was still resolute, and indescribably heavy.

"We're probably going to run into ...... Anti-government/government organizations. ”

On this day, huge gunshots rang out in the center of Baghdad, rushing into the sky through the gaps between the high-rise buildings, shaking the ancient vicissitudes of life.

The men fired their guns, then broke into the hotel, then raised their guns, fired around the lobby, and then methodically dispersed, going up the elevator and sweeping through each floor.

They are both organized and disciplined, and their plans are carried out meticulously.

This is a very high-end hotel in Baghdad, not luxurious, but it accommodates a lot of foreigners.

Their goal was here in the first place, a few shots on the street, but nothing more than an appetizer.

However, they were very lenient with the guests of the hotel, and when they saw them fleeing in a hurry, they would hit them on the head with the handle of their guns, whether it was bleeding from the head or wiping the skin, and it was good to smash it softly.

If your legs can't catch up, bullets can.

It was also at this moment, when the hidden faint blood light burst into a thrilling magnificence, that the people who were comfortable and smooth realized that the crisis had never been far away from them.

The sound of slamming doors in the hallway, the mournful cries and begs for mercy, the intermittent sound of gunfire, the sound of heavy footsteps...... Intertwined and converging into the chanting of the Shura field.

Fu Minglang pulled Qiao Weihuan, ran to the fourteenth floor in one breath, and stopped.

This floor was relatively quiet, he cautiously poked out half of his head, made sure that there was no one on the corridor, and quickly turned his head, "Sister-"

Qiao Weihuan went out one step ahead of him, walked quickly to the door, tried to twist the handle, found that it couldn't be opened, looked up and asked the man in the suit, "Can you kick it open?" ”

The man in the suit nodded, raised his leg neatly, and kicked a hole in the door panel!

Qiao Weihuan reached into the hole, unlocked the door, and followed her to open the window.

The window of this room was not in the same direction as the main entrance of the hotel, and she saw the street behind the hotel, and at this moment there were no living people on the street, and everyone who could run had run. Thankfully, there are no vicious dogs guarding this street. But the lobby on the first floor is guarded, and now there are people sweeping on other floors. I don't know if they're understaffed or what, in short, they have no reason to let go of this layer, and someone will come up soon.

There is only one way, and that is to go down the stairs outside the building.

Qiao Weihuan looked at the location of the stairs and listened intently, but there seemed to be no sound in the corridor outside. She didn't have time to say more, just said, "Follow me." ”

The stairs were close to the storage room of the hotel supplies, and they passed by there, Qiao Weihuan glanced into the wide open door, and there was no one.

Pushing open the small door, they went down the stairs.

The staircase is made of pure metal, which is convenient for the hotel staff to go up and down, and it is not crudely made, but it is absolutely rudimentary. As soon as you step on it, the thin metal plate buzzes.

Qiao Weihuan frowned, took off his shoes directly, held them with both hands, and pressed his back against the wall, whispering downward.

On each floor, you can hear staccato human voices, and the screams that are still so terrible as they are covered by walls and small doors.

Her face became more and more quiet, the blackness in her eyes was amazingly heavy, and her thoughts spun rapidly.

Kurdish.

This language is not unfamiliar to Qiao Weihuan, who has been in Syria close to Iraq for a long time, and can understand a little Kurdish language. From the beginning to the present, all the rough male voices she heard were Kurdish, and it seemed that the identities of those people could be determined.

A few days ago, when I met with the head of the agency, I happened to hear him mention that the city in northern Iraq had once again applied for independence and was rejected.

So these people are opposing the resolution of the Iraqi government, demonstrating in a radical way?

The politics here have always been very unstable, I didn't expect her to take shit luck and spread such a sensational thing!

Recall, the male voice on Uncle Han's phone just now seemed to be Kurdish.

Uncle Han......

Suddenly, there was a knock on the door downstairs, as if someone had pushed open the small door on the floor under their feet.

Qiao Weihuan's pupils constricted, and her whole body instantly stiffened. She pressed her whole body tightly against the small door on this floor, and raised her hand to make a silent gesture to the man in the suit and Fu Minglang.

The sound of the door being pushed downstairs was followed by footsteps, and someone stepped on the stairs, and the whole staircase was resounding with such force that it slammed.

Qiao Weihuan held her breath, the sweat from the corners of her forehead quietly seeped out, snaked across her pale face, swirled on her sharp chin, and dripped down overwhelmingly.

The man didn't come up after all.

He poked his head out, half in the air, looked up, stepped on the stairs a few more times, and then walked back down the hallway.

Qiao Weihuan didn't hear the sound of the door closing, she waited patiently, and when everything was quiet, she moved her feet again.

Suddenly, there was a commotion downstairs again, and listening to the sound, there was more than one person coming!

Qiao Weihuan didn't have time to think about whether they were discovered, she only knew that they were going to be broken. She raised her hand and unscrewed the small door on this floor, and dragged Fu Minglang directly in, followed by the man in the suit.

Thankfully, there was no lock in the storage room on this floor, and the door was also wide open, just diagonally opposite them, and they could quickly go in and hide for a while.

Unfortunately, there are people in the hallway!

At the moment when they jumped up the corridor, more than ten meters away, someone happened to turn around, saw their rapid movements, and without thinking about it, he raised his hand and pulled the trigger!

"Sister!!"

Qiao Weihuan heard Fu Minglang's hoarse shout, and the vibration in his chest suddenly stopped.

She was hugged by Fu Minglang and rolled into the storage room in a whirlwind.

The back of her head didn't know what she had hit, and the sharp pain made her numb, but she didn't care about the wound, she stubbornly opened Fu Minglang and grabbed his crumpled gray coat, "Minglang, Minglang, how are you?" ”

Fu Minglang supported the ground with his knees and left hand, widened the distance between the two people, and asked her with a pale face: "Sister, are you okay?" Did it hurt somewhere, did it hurt?! ”

"I'm fine!" Qiao Weihuan saw that he seemed to be fine, gasped twice, and then held his breath.

She stared at the red on the ground in disbelief, her lips trembling imperceptibly, "Bright......"

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Remember for a second No pop-ups

Qiao Weihuan didn't know what was going on, she just saw that on the other side of the street, there were several cars flying over, and some passers-by were running, as if they were running with their heads in their hands.

The roar of the engine, the distant scream, was full of ominous meaning.

Qiao Weihuan intuitively felt danger, and walked into the hotel quickly without thinking about it, and hurriedly went to find Uncle Han.

The sound was gunshot, but not ordinary gunfire, at least not a pistol, and more than one person was shooting.

These people look like they're running for their lives, but why don't they run into the building?

Qiao Weihuan's heart began to beat wildly, his hands and feet gradually became colder, his steps became more urgent, he quickly took out his mobile phone from his bag and began to call Uncle Han.

The moment she connected, she had already arrived outside Uncle Han's room door, and went directly to twist the doorknob, "Uncle Han, there may have been an accident near the hotel, where are you now?" ”

However, the door couldn't be opened, and Uncle Han didn't speak.

The hotel at lunchtime was exceptionally quiet, and in the cramped corridor, the dim wall lamps silently cast their eyes on her and Fu Minglang.

Qiao Weihuan stopped his heartbeat and twisted the door harder, "Uncle Han? Are you listening? ”

The other end of the phone hung up abruptly, and at the moment when the signal disappeared, Qiao Weihuan vaguely heard a foreign language, which seemed to be scolding.

It's a male voice, but it's not Uncle Han!

Qiao Weihuan took a deep breath and knocked on the door hard, "Uncle Han? Uncle Han, are you in there? Uncle Han?! ”

"Sister......

Fu Minglang hugged Qiao Weihuan, whose face was pale, took her shoulders into his arms, and said in a dumb voice: "Uncle Han seems to have said that he was going out in the morning, and I will accompany you to find it." ”

Qiao Weihuan bit her lip, her dark eyes staring at the door.

After a while, she patted Fu Minglang's arm, "Okay." ”

Qiao Weihuan walked directly to the elevator, and saw from afar that the elevator stopped on the fourth floor and continued to rise. She couldn't wait, she kept poking the elevator button, and suddenly heard a voice: "Miss Qiao!" ”

Hurried footsteps came, and two men in suits strode over, their faces solemn like never before.

"Miss Qiao, it may not be safe here, we have to leave as soon as possible!"

Qiao Weihuan glanced at the elevator that had stopped on the fifth floor, and her slightly numb brain finally calmed down.

The elevator stopped briefly again, went up to the sixth floor, and stopped again.

Qiao Weihuan lowered his eyebrows coldly, without any extra words, and said decisively: "Let's take the safe passage." ”

She hurriedly and unhurriedly took a step, and a man in a suit walked in front of her cautiously, leaving a man behind Fu Minglang to observe the surroundings in all directions.

The sound of chaotic footsteps swayed in the fire escape, and Qiao Weihuan suddenly asked, "Why are there only two of you?" Where are the others? ”

"They were outside, and we didn't have time to go upstairs, so we were supposed to stay at the hotel."

Qiao Weihuan pursed her lips, "Are you in touch?" What's going on out there? ”

The burly back in front of him froze slightly, and after a while, he lowered his voice and said, "We don't know, we can only judge from the sound that someone shot in the street." ”

As they spoke, they had reached the first floor. The man in the suit in front stepped out and paused sharply with his figure.

Qiao Weihuan almost didn't see anything clearly, so she felt a strong force coming over and took her back to the passage.

The man in the suit covered her with her head and tail, her eyes were pitch black, and her sense of hearing became extremely acute in an instant.

Four gunshots rang out, and the man snorted a few times, and occasionally a few wild shouts.

Qiao Weihuan grabbed the arm of the man in the suit with a shock, but his fingertips touched a piece of dampness.

The burly body is as hard as iron, and as fragile as a man. A few bullets pierced his liver, and his murder and coldness were gone.

Only the empty exorcist shell remained, with a little bit of the temperature that a person should have, and staggered down.

Qiao Weihuan raised her trembling fingers, and the red on her fingertips was shocking.

There was no way to scream in panic, and his throat was already choked by an invisible hand, and he couldn't make a sound.

Then someone grabbed her arm and dragged her up the stairs without saying anything.

Qiao Weihuan raised his head with red eyes and looked at Fu Minglang's straight back.

"Bright ......"

Fu Minglang didn't speak, but the only man in a suit behind him spoke.

"Miss Joe."

His voice was still resolute, and indescribably heavy.

"We're probably going to run into ...... Anti-government/government organizations. ”

On this day, huge gunshots rang out in the center of Baghdad, rushing into the sky through the gaps between the high-rise buildings, shaking the ancient vicissitudes of life.

The men fired their guns, then broke into the hotel, then raised their guns, fired around the lobby, and then methodically dispersed, going up the elevator and sweeping through each floor.

They are both organized and disciplined, and their plans are carried out meticulously.

This is a very high-end hotel in Baghdad, not luxurious, but it accommodates a lot of foreigners.

Their goal was here in the first place, a few shots on the street, but nothing more than an appetizer.

However, they were very lenient with the guests of the hotel, and when they saw them fleeing in a hurry, they would hit them on the head with the handle of their guns, whether it was bleeding from the head or wiping the skin, and it was good to smash it softly.

If your legs can't catch up, bullets can.

It was also at this moment, when the hidden faint blood light burst into a thrilling magnificence, that the people who were comfortable and smooth realized that the crisis had never been far away from them.

The sound of slamming doors in the hallway, the mournful cries and begs for mercy, the intermittent sound of gunfire, the sound of heavy footsteps...... Intertwined and converging into the chanting of the Shura field.

Fu Minglang pulled Qiao Weihuan, ran to the fourteenth floor in one breath, and stopped.

This floor was relatively quiet, he cautiously poked out half of his head, made sure that there was no one on the corridor, and quickly turned his head, "Sister-"

Qiao Weihuan went out one step ahead of him, walked quickly to the door, tried to twist the handle, found that it couldn't be opened, looked up and asked the man in the suit, "Can you kick it open?" ”

The man in the suit nodded, raised his leg neatly, and kicked a hole in the door panel!

Qiao Weihuan reached into the hole, unlocked the door, and followed her to open the window.

The window of this room was not in the same direction as the main entrance of the hotel, and she saw the street behind the hotel, and at this moment there were no living people on the street, and everyone who could run had run. Thankfully, there are no vicious dogs guarding this street. But the lobby on the first floor is guarded, and now there are people sweeping on other floors. I don't know if they're understaffed or what, in short, they have no reason to let go of this layer, and someone will come up soon.

There is only one way, and that is to go down the stairs outside the building.

Qiao Weihuan looked at the location of the stairs and listened intently, but there seemed to be no sound in the corridor outside. She didn't have time to say more, just said, "Follow me." ”

The stairs were close to the storage room of the hotel supplies, and they passed by there, Qiao Weihuan glanced into the wide open door, and there was no one.

Pushing open the small door, they went down the stairs.

The staircase is made of pure metal, which is convenient for the hotel staff to go up and down, and it is not crudely made, but it is absolutely rudimentary. As soon as you step on it, the thin metal plate buzzes.

Qiao Weihuan frowned, took off his shoes directly, held them with both hands, and pressed his back against the wall, whispering downward.

On each floor, you can hear staccato human voices, and the screams that are still so terrible as they are covered by walls and small doors.

Her face became more and more quiet, the blackness in her eyes was amazingly heavy, and her thoughts spun rapidly.

Kurdish.

This language is not unfamiliar to Qiao Weihuan, who has been in Syria close to Iraq for a long time, and can understand a little Kurdish language. From the beginning to the present, all the rough male voices she heard were Kurdish, and it seemed that the identities of those people could be determined.

A few days ago, when I met with the head of the agency, I happened to hear him mention that the city in northern Iraq had once again applied for independence and was rejected.

So these people are opposing the resolution of the Iraqi government, demonstrating in a radical way?

The politics here have always been very unstable, I didn't expect her to take shit luck and spread such a sensational thing!

Recall, the male voice on Uncle Han's phone just now seemed to be Kurdish.

Uncle Han......

Suddenly, there was a knock on the door downstairs, as if someone had pushed open the small door on the floor under their feet.

Qiao Weihuan's pupils constricted, and her whole body instantly stiffened. She pressed her whole body tightly against the small door on this floor, and raised her hand to make a silent gesture to the man in the suit and Fu Minglang.

The sound of the door being pushed downstairs was followed by footsteps, and someone stepped on the stairs, and the whole staircase was resounding with such force that it slammed.

Qiao Weihuan held her breath, the sweat from the corners of her forehead quietly seeped out, snaked across her pale face, swirled on her sharp chin, and dripped down overwhelmingly.

The man didn't come up after all.

He poked his head out, half in the air, looked up, stepped on the stairs a few more times, and then walked back down the hallway.

Qiao Weihuan didn't hear the sound of the door closing, she waited patiently, and when everything was quiet, she moved her feet again.

Suddenly, there was a commotion downstairs again, and listening to the sound, there was more than one person coming!

Qiao Weihuan didn't have time to think about whether they were discovered, she only knew that they were going to be broken. She raised her hand and unscrewed the small door on this floor, and dragged Fu Minglang directly in, followed by the man in the suit.

Thankfully, there was no lock in the storage room on this floor, and the door was also wide open, just diagonally opposite them, and they could quickly go in and hide for a while.

Unfortunately, there are people in the hallway!

At the moment when they jumped up the corridor, more than ten meters away, someone happened to turn around, saw their rapid movements, and without thinking about it, he raised his hand and pulled the trigger!

"Sister!!"

Qiao Weihuan heard Fu Minglang's hoarse shout, and the vibration in his chest suddenly stopped.

She was hugged by Fu Minglang and rolled into the storage room in a whirlwind.

The back of her head didn't know what she had hit, and the sharp pain made her numb, but she didn't care about the wound, she stubbornly opened Fu Minglang and grabbed his crumpled gray coat, "Minglang, Minglang, how are you?" ”

Fu Minglang supported the ground with his knees and left hand, widened the distance between the two people, and asked her with a pale face: "Sister, are you okay?" Did it hurt somewhere, did it hurt?! ”

"I'm fine!" Qiao Weihuan saw that he seemed to be fine, gasped twice, and then held his breath.

She stared at the red on the ground in disbelief, her lips trembling imperceptibly, "Bright......"

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