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Qiao Weihuan closed her eyes.

After the continuous gunshots, the little girl's cries could no longer be heard, and the woman began to scream in terror.

Then there was another burst of gunfire, and silence returned.

Not everyone can face death head-on, and to this day, there are still people who think that their lives have not yet begun to count down.

This oppressive and suffocating atmosphere finally made some people unbearable. Someone cried and got up, and ran frantically towards the hotel.

Not surprisingly, the gunfire resumed.

Qiao Weihuan seemed to smell the blood in the air, and saw tiny red blood beads peeling off from the air, sticking to her skin, and seeping into her texture.

Her trembling fingertips lifted her lower abdomen, bit her lip tightly, and swallowed the sour heat that was about to gush out of her throat.

Once she didn't want to die, but now she can't die, so she can't do anything, and she can't do it.

No matter how scared she is, she has to calm down, run if she can, and endure it if she can't run......

"Brute!"

Qiao Weihuan opened his eyes suddenly, looked at the position where the voice came out in disbelief, his eyes passed through the figures, and his heartbeat stopped suddenly at the moment he saw Uncle Han.

Compared with others, Uncle Han's treatment is quite good. His hands were tied behind his back, his legs were also tied, he was lying on the ground in embarrassment, his heavy glasses were missing, and Qiao Weihuan could even see the two depressions on the bridge of his nose that had been loaded all year round.

Uncle Han raised his head with great effort, gasping for breath and shouting at the person who shot him: "Brute! Do you still have humanity?! ”

The old scholar had never seen such a tragic scene, and in a state of shock and anger, he put life and death out of the way, and only wanted to spill the resentment in his chest.

After shouting, Uncle Han remembered that he knew Kurdish?

Uncle Han couldn't stop struggling, changed his language, and began to scold politely!

Qiao Weihuan hugged her lower abdomen tightly and stared at Uncle Han.

The jackals also turned their heads and looked at Uncle Han's position in unison, obviously being scolded and angry, and went over with the gun in foul language, and the handle of the gun crackled and smashed the bridge of Uncle Han's nose!

The tip of Uncle Han's nose immediately gushed out hot blood, and the pain of destroying the world made the old gentleman lose his elegance, "Ah!! ”

Calm Down!

Qiao Weihuan took a deep breath, stabilized the trembling sensation all over her body, and was about to open her lips, when suddenly a big hand appeared next to her and grabbed her hair viciously. Qiao Weihuan was in pain, and was dragged up by the man, her eyes widened, and she saw the man's chin with a curly beard, the handle of the gun pointed at Uncle Han's position, her lips opened and closed, and asked her in English: "Woman, do you know him?" ”

…… What do you mean?

Why did this group of people give Uncle Han special treatment, and asked her if she knew her? Except for her, Fu Minglang and Uncle Han, there is no other yellow skin here, and they asked her because of this?

Qiao Weihuan's thoughts kept turning, and she couldn't figure out what kind of answer she should say, her lips trembled, and she looked scared stupid.

The man tugged at her head rudely and shook it, and his tone began to be impatient, "Don't you understand, do you know him?" ”

Uncle Han raised his head, he didn't have glasses, he could only see the captured figure from afar, and suddenly began to roar, "Don't hurt innocent people anymore!" ”

This person ignored Uncle Han and slapped Qiao Weihuan's face, "Do you know him?" Have you seen him? Do you know who he is? ”

Qiao Weihuan hit the wall, snorted, half-lowered his eyebrows, and spit out the fishy sweetness in his mouth.

The other party's patience was completely exhausted, the soles of his heavy boots stepped on the floor tiles, pulled Qiao Weihuan's hair again, and pressed the muzzle of the gun against her eyebrows, "I'm asking if you recognize him, are you deaf?" ”

In the cold and cold barrel, the bullet may be shot at any time!

Qiao Weihuan suppressed all instinctive reactions, and was pulled by him without resistance, his long hair was thrown to the side, and the lifelike black butterfly on his neck suddenly crashed into the eyes of this person.

He furrowed his eyebrows suspiciously, and pressed the handle of the gun against the side of her face, telling her to turn her face away and look at her carefully.

It was a standard oriental face, and although he couldn't tell the difference between Asians' appearance, he could still feel that it was beautiful.

Suddenly, something swept under his eyes, and the man lowered his head.

The soles of his feet were stepping on a newspaper from the previous days, which was taken by the hotel and placed on the shelf, and he never took it down.

At the moment, the newspaper photo occupies a large area, and the color photo is slightly distorted, but the woman in it who is smiling and shaking hands with the other party also has a butterfly around her neck.

Qiao Weihuan's lowered eyes also saw this newspaper, her fingers curled slightly, and the wind and snow surged under her eyes.

The one in this newspaper is when she was doing public welfare a few days ago.

Before Qiao Weihuan could react, a sharp pain hit her scalp, which made her feel terrified.

"Hey!"

The man dragged her to her feet and called out to her companion in surprise, "This woman—"

Suddenly, there was a shrill and piercing chirp outside, and the local police finally arrived!

There was a thrilling firefight outside, and the people guarding outside the hotel hurriedly retreated inside, turning around and shooting frequently!

This person threw Qiao Weihuan away, and some of the jackals inside went out, picked up their guns and opened fire to support the retreating people.

Stray bullets shuttled through the air current, and some innocent people in the lobby were shot, and they immediately covered their wounds and screamed. Someone wanted to take advantage of the temporary chaos to run out, but the jackals mercilessly pierced their heads, and a terrifying blood flower bloomed!

Qiao Weihuan fell to the ground coldly to avoid the stray bullet, and his heart lifted up even more.

The arm was suddenly grabbed, Qiao Weihuan turned his head nervously and suddenly breathed a sigh of relief.

Fu Minglang took advantage of the chaos to touch it, lowered his voice and said to her, "Sister, don't be afraid. ”

Qiao Weihuan took a deep breath, "How are you, does the wound hurt?" Can I still move my hands? ”

Fu Minglang was almost unconscious in half of his body, every movement was extremely difficult, and his heart hurt when he breathed, but he shook his head, "It's no longer bloody, sister, I'll find a way to grab a gun in a while, you find a chance to run out......"

"No way!"

Qiao Weihuan lowered his eyebrows coldly, and said in a stern tone that he had never said before, "Do you know how to use a gun?" Don't be whimsical, wait, let's go find Uncle Han first. ”

Fu Minglang closed his mouth and looked at her with deep eyes.

"Sister, I'm a man."

Qiao Weihuan's heart skipped a beat, she had never seen such emotions in Fu Minglang's eyes, complex and deep, unlike him.

She didn't have time to think about it anymore, and casually raised her eyes, someone was dragging two shivering white men out, shouting as she went: "This is a European, will you shoot at a European?" ”

Qiao Weihuan's whole body was shocked, and the fragmented clues in his mind were finally connected, and between the lightning and flint, they were strung together into a straight line.

Foreigners, hostages, Uncle Han, anti-government/government ......

They chose this place because they want to threaten the government with hostages from various countries, and if they do not compromise with them, they will kill the hostages, so that the Iraqi government will not dare to take action lightly because of international relations.

One hostage is not enough, so simply use a group!

Aren't they afraid of inviting an international alliance against them?

Also, they are all paranoid madmen, they are not afraid of the corpse wilderness, what are they afraid of!

In this way, the more valuable the hostage's status, the better it is for them. Uncle Han was treated specially, she and Fu Minglang were forced to ask, it seems that they know Uncle Han's identity, think that this old scholar has a certain status in the country, want to get certification from their mouths, and don't want to let Uncle Han go easily.

Now that they have discovered that they are actors, they will not let themselves go!

As if to confirm Qiao Weihuan's conjecture, her shoulders were grabbed and she was dragged up from the ground frantically.

The muzzle of the black hole was pressed against her waist, and the rough male voice said in English: "Get out!" ”

Qiao Weihuan hugged her shoulders and pursed her lips tightly.

Outside the hotel, the local police, armed with guns, pointed their guns at the hotel lobby and shouted hoarsely at the group of madmen.

However, these people who do not want to die are convinced of their beliefs, and it does not matter whether they are radical or not, as long as they can achieve their goals.

The point of the handle of the gun fell on the hostage's celestial spirit cover, and it seemed that it would be split down at any moment.

"If you refuse to apply independently, we will kill them!"

His voice fell, his scarlet eyes stared at the police viciously, and he didn't look down, and raised his hand to shoot.

The poor white man was still trembling, and he was in tears, and he said "no" incoherently, and then he froze in fear and fell limply.

"No" turned out to be his last words.

Qiao Weihuan was forced to drive out of the hotel and saw this scene with her own eyes.

"In the past!"

The handle of the gun on his waist slammed down, Qiao Weihuan bit his pale lip and staggered to his knees.

In the lowered gaze, the white man lay crookedly on the ground, and the still hot blood flowed down the steps like a thin silk stream.

She raised her eyes, and the police occupied most of her field of vision, but no one dared to shoot again.

There were two other hostages kneeling on the ground, weeping bitterly and shaking their heads, "Please save me, please......"

Can it be saved?

Qiao Weihuan's eyelashes trembled slightly, and she closed her mouth without saying a word.

She didn't dare to speak, she was afraid that if she opened her mouth, her rumbling heart would burst out!

At that moment, a phone call came in from the local embassy.

The blonde and blue-eyed British gentleman picked up the microphone and was stunned after listening to the other party's words.

“…… Palace? ”

At the same time, London.

Uncle Zhong stood respectfully beside the car, raised his wrist again, and glanced at the time.

Fourteen minutes passed, but he felt that the rest of his life was almost over.

Uncle Zhong heard some sounds, raised his eyes quickly, and finally saw the majestic figure of his young master, and he couldn't help but raise his feet to meet him.

He Zhengxiao didn't come out alone.

The Queen's secretary was a middle-aged white woman, and she personally sent the Duke of Demville out, with a slight wry smile on her face, "Duke of Demville, she is Asian. ”

For a woman who is not English, to mobilize the people like this, the Duke of Demville has this ability.

"She's Asian."

Uncle Zhong opened the car door, and He Zhengxiao walked into the car slowly, the night under his eyes was deep and quiet.

"My fiancée too."

The secretary was stunned, and his footsteps couldn't help but stop. She knew the meaning of those words, and she couldn't hide the surprise on her face now.

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Remember for a second No pop-ups

Qiao Weihuan closed her eyes.

After the continuous gunshots, the little girl's cries could no longer be heard, and the woman began to scream in terror.

Then there was another burst of gunfire, and silence returned.

Not everyone can face death head-on, and to this day, there are still people who think that their lives have not yet begun to count down.

This oppressive and suffocating atmosphere finally made some people unbearable. Someone cried and got up, and ran frantically towards the hotel.

Not surprisingly, the gunfire resumed.

Qiao Weihuan seemed to smell the blood in the air, and saw tiny red blood beads peeling off from the air, sticking to her skin, and seeping into her texture.

Her trembling fingertips lifted her lower abdomen, bit her lip tightly, and swallowed the sour heat that was about to gush out of her throat.

Once she didn't want to die, but now she can't die, so she can't do anything, and she can't do it.

No matter how scared she is, she has to calm down, run if she can, and endure it if she can't run......

"Brute!"

Qiao Weihuan opened his eyes suddenly, looked at the position where the voice came out in disbelief, his eyes passed through the figures, and his heartbeat stopped suddenly at the moment he saw Uncle Han.

Compared with others, Uncle Han's treatment is quite good. His hands were tied behind his back, his legs were also tied, he was lying on the ground in embarrassment, his heavy glasses were missing, and Qiao Weihuan could even see the two depressions on the bridge of his nose that had been loaded all year round.

Uncle Han raised his head with great effort, gasping for breath and shouting at the person who shot him: "Brute! Do you still have humanity?! ”

The old scholar had never seen such a tragic scene, and in a state of shock and anger, he put life and death out of the way, and only wanted to spill the resentment in his chest.

After shouting, Uncle Han remembered that he knew Kurdish?

Uncle Han couldn't stop struggling, changed his language, and began to scold politely!

Qiao Weihuan hugged her lower abdomen tightly and stared at Uncle Han.

The jackals also turned their heads and looked at Uncle Han's position in unison, obviously being scolded and angry, and went over with the gun in foul language, and the handle of the gun crackled and smashed the bridge of Uncle Han's nose!

The tip of Uncle Han's nose immediately gushed out hot blood, and the pain of destroying the world made the old gentleman lose his elegance, "Ah!! ”

Calm Down!

Qiao Weihuan took a deep breath, stabilized the trembling sensation all over her body, and was about to open her lips, when suddenly a big hand appeared next to her and grabbed her hair viciously. Qiao Weihuan was in pain, and was dragged up by the man, her eyes widened, and she saw the man's chin with a curly beard, the handle of the gun pointed at Uncle Han's position, her lips opened and closed, and asked her in English: "Woman, do you know him?" ”

…… What do you mean?

Why did this group of people give Uncle Han special treatment, and asked her if she knew her? Except for her, Fu Minglang and Uncle Han, there is no other yellow skin here, and they asked her because of this?

Qiao Weihuan's thoughts kept turning, and she couldn't figure out what kind of answer she should say, her lips trembled, and she looked scared stupid.

The man tugged at her head rudely and shook it, and his tone began to be impatient, "Don't you understand, do you know him?" ”

Uncle Han raised his head, he didn't have glasses, he could only see the captured figure from afar, and suddenly began to roar, "Don't hurt innocent people anymore!" ”

This person ignored Uncle Han and slapped Qiao Weihuan's face, "Do you know him?" Have you seen him? Do you know who he is? ”

Qiao Weihuan hit the wall, snorted, half-lowered his eyebrows, and spit out the fishy sweetness in his mouth.

The other party's patience was completely exhausted, the soles of his heavy boots stepped on the floor tiles, pulled Qiao Weihuan's hair again, and pressed the muzzle of the gun against her eyebrows, "I'm asking if you recognize him, are you deaf?" ”

In the cold and cold barrel, the bullet may be shot at any time!

Qiao Weihuan suppressed all instinctive reactions, and was pulled by him without resistance, his long hair was thrown to the side, and the lifelike black butterfly on his neck suddenly crashed into the eyes of this person.

He furrowed his eyebrows suspiciously, and pressed the handle of the gun against the side of her face, telling her to turn her face away and look at her carefully.

It was a standard oriental face, and although he couldn't tell the difference between Asians' appearance, he could still feel that it was beautiful.

Suddenly, something swept under his eyes, and the man lowered his head.

The soles of his feet were stepping on a newspaper from the previous days, which was taken by the hotel and placed on the shelf, and he never took it down.

At the moment, the newspaper photo occupies a large area, and the color photo is slightly distorted, but the woman in it who is smiling and shaking hands with the other party also has a butterfly around her neck.

Qiao Weihuan's lowered eyes also saw this newspaper, her fingers curled slightly, and the wind and snow surged under her eyes.

The one in this newspaper is when she was doing public welfare a few days ago.

Before Qiao Weihuan could react, a sharp pain hit her scalp, which made her feel terrified.

"Hey!"

The man dragged her to her feet and called out to her companion in surprise, "This woman—"

Suddenly, there was a shrill and piercing chirp outside, and the local police finally arrived!

There was a thrilling firefight outside, and the people guarding outside the hotel hurriedly retreated inside, turning around and shooting frequently!

This person threw Qiao Weihuan away, and some of the jackals inside went out, picked up their guns and opened fire to support the retreating people.

Stray bullets shuttled through the air current, and some innocent people in the lobby were shot, and they immediately covered their wounds and screamed. Someone wanted to take advantage of the temporary chaos to run out, but the jackals mercilessly pierced their heads, and a terrifying blood flower bloomed!

Qiao Weihuan fell to the ground coldly to avoid the stray bullet, and his heart lifted up even more.

The arm was suddenly grabbed, Qiao Weihuan turned his head nervously and suddenly breathed a sigh of relief.

Fu Minglang took advantage of the chaos to touch it, lowered his voice and said to her, "Sister, don't be afraid. ”

Qiao Weihuan took a deep breath, "How are you, does the wound hurt?" Can I still move my hands? ”

Fu Minglang was almost unconscious in half of his body, every movement was extremely difficult, and his heart hurt when he breathed, but he shook his head, "It's no longer bloody, sister, I'll find a way to grab a gun in a while, you find a chance to run out......"

"No way!"

Qiao Weihuan lowered his eyebrows coldly, and said in a stern tone that he had never said before, "Do you know how to use a gun?" Don't be whimsical, wait, let's go find Uncle Han first. ”

Fu Minglang closed his mouth and looked at her with deep eyes.

"Sister, I'm a man."

Qiao Weihuan's heart skipped a beat, she had never seen such emotions in Fu Minglang's eyes, complex and deep, unlike him.

She didn't have time to think about it anymore, and casually raised her eyes, someone was dragging two shivering white men out, shouting as she went: "This is a European, will you shoot at a European?" ”

Qiao Weihuan's whole body was shocked, and the fragmented clues in his mind were finally connected, and between the lightning and flint, they were strung together into a straight line.

Foreigners, hostages, Uncle Han, anti-government/government ......

They chose this place because they want to threaten the government with hostages from various countries, and if they do not compromise with them, they will kill the hostages, so that the Iraqi government will not dare to take action lightly because of international relations.

One hostage is not enough, so simply use a group!

Aren't they afraid of inviting an international alliance against them?

Also, they are all paranoid madmen, they are not afraid of the corpse wilderness, what are they afraid of!

In this way, the more valuable the hostage's status, the better it is for them. Uncle Han was treated specially, she and Fu Minglang were forced to ask, it seems that they know Uncle Han's identity, think that this old scholar has a certain status in the country, want to get certification from their mouths, and don't want to let Uncle Han go easily.

Now that they have discovered that they are actors, they will not let themselves go!

As if to confirm Qiao Weihuan's conjecture, her shoulders were grabbed and she was dragged up from the ground frantically.

The muzzle of the black hole was pressed against her waist, and the rough male voice said in English: "Get out!" ”

Qiao Weihuan hugged her shoulders and pursed her lips tightly.

Outside the hotel, the local police, armed with guns, pointed their guns at the hotel lobby and shouted hoarsely at the group of madmen.

However, these people who do not want to die are convinced of their beliefs, and it does not matter whether they are radical or not, as long as they can achieve their goals.

The point of the handle of the gun fell on the hostage's celestial spirit cover, and it seemed that it would be split down at any moment.

"If you refuse to apply independently, we will kill them!"

His voice fell, his scarlet eyes stared at the police viciously, and he didn't look down, and raised his hand to shoot.

The poor white man was still trembling, and he was in tears, and he said "no" incoherently, and then he froze in fear and fell limply.

"No" turned out to be his last words.

Qiao Weihuan was forced to drive out of the hotel and saw this scene with her own eyes.

"In the past!"

The handle of the gun on his waist slammed down, Qiao Weihuan bit his pale lip and staggered to his knees.

In the lowered gaze, the white man lay crookedly on the ground, and the still hot blood flowed down the steps like a thin silk stream.

She raised her eyes, and the police occupied most of her field of vision, but no one dared to shoot again.

There were two other hostages kneeling on the ground, weeping bitterly and shaking their heads, "Please save me, please......"

Can it be saved?

Qiao Weihuan's eyelashes trembled slightly, and she closed her mouth without saying a word.

She didn't dare to speak, she was afraid that if she opened her mouth, her rumbling heart would burst out!

At that moment, a phone call came in from the local embassy.

The blonde and blue-eyed British gentleman picked up the microphone and was stunned after listening to the other party's words.

“…… Palace? ”

At the same time, London.

Uncle Zhong stood respectfully beside the car, raised his wrist again, and glanced at the time.

Fourteen minutes passed, but he felt that the rest of his life was almost over.

Uncle Zhong heard some sounds, raised his eyes quickly, and finally saw the majestic figure of his young master, and he couldn't help but raise his feet to meet him.

He Zhengxiao didn't come out alone.

The Queen's secretary was a middle-aged white woman, and she personally sent the Duke of Demville out, with a slight wry smile on her face, "Duke of Demville, she is Asian. ”

For a woman who is not English, to mobilize the people like this, the Duke of Demville has this ability.

"She's Asian."

Uncle Zhong opened the car door, and He Zhengxiao walked into the car slowly, the night under his eyes was deep and quiet.

"My fiancée too."

The secretary was stunned, and his footsteps couldn't help but stop. She knew the meaning of those words, and she couldn't hide the surprise on her face now.

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