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Fu Minglang followed Qiao Weihuan's gaze downward.

There was very little blood on the floor, and the smell of rust was thick and pooled. Three or two drops of blood bounced on it, splashing a circle of delicate ripples.

Fu Minglang touched his right shoulder in a daze, raised his hand, and his palm was dyed hot red.

However, they didn't have time to speak again, and the sound of vibrating footsteps was already heard outside.

The people on the lower floor heard the gunshots and made their way up the rudimentary metal staircase.

In the hallway, the man seemed to be in contact with his own people, speaking briefly and quickly in Kurdish, and approaching the storage room with a gun.

The man in the suit covered the bleeding wound on his leg, opened the window, looked down from above, turned around quickly, bent down to pull Qiao Weihuan up, and said in a deep voice: "Miss Qiao, offended." ”

He hugged Qiao Weihuan's waist and was about to climb out of the windowsill.

Qiao Wei grabbed the window frame and turned his head to look at him, "Will something happen if you go down by yourself?" ”

"You're going to get seriously hurt."

"What will happen if you take me down?"

The man in the suit said without hesitation: "Miss Qiao, I will do everything possible to reduce the harm to you." ”

Qiao Weihuan understood.

They can use their bodies as shields, protect her with flesh and blood, and are not afraid of life and death.

But just to protect her, Fu Minglang will be left behind.

They had already alarmed the people outside, and even if they could go down, the people on the first floor would go after them. She wasn't sure she could run very far, and her survival ability wouldn't be stronger than that of a man in a suit.

The sound of footsteps outside the door was close at hand, and it seemed that in the next second, the evil spirits who were urging their lives would reach in.

Qiao Weihuan tilted his head and looked at Fu Minglang, who was half-kneeling on the ground, "You jump by yourself." ”

The man in the suit shook his whole body, "Miss Qiao?!" ”

Qiao Weihuan took advantage of his stunnedness, turned around and got out of the arm of the man in the suit, squatted down neatly, and put his hands behind his head, "Minglang, hold your head like me, they will think that you have no idea of resisting and will not shoot easily!" ”

Fu Minglang was stunned for a moment, then quickly reacted, holding his unconscious right arm with his left hand, and holding the back of his head with difficulty.

In the next second, the muzzle of the black hole appeared outside the door.

didn't hear any movement behind him, Qiao Weihuan lowered his voice coldly, "Only by living can you save me, jump!" ”

Almost at the same time, a leg finally appeared outside the door.

Brown trousers, heavy leather shoes, steady landing.

The man in the suit stopped his gaze on Qiao Weihuan's slender back for a moment, followed him with all his strength, his burly body arched, his big hand supported the window frame, and he jumped quickly!

Qiao Weihuan raised his eyes, and the tall figure instantly filled the space outside the door, covering all the obscure light from the corridor.

Their hair and beards were curled up, as arrogant as the guns in their hands.

The smell of blood was all over my body.

Fu Minglang bent down without a trace, blocking in front of Qiao Weihuan, the hand behind his head was clenched into a fist, his voice was lowered, and his lips squirmed, "Sister, I'm sorry." ”

However, Qiao Weihuan didn't hear it at all, she opened her eyes half-open, trying her best to make the expression that a weak woman should have, and her thick long eyelashes covered the black that was about to ooze from her eyes.

Her ears buzzed, and disgusting chirps filled her mind. The cold sweat on her back scrambled to slide down, quickly wetting her whole body.

She really wasn't sure if this murderous group of people would shoot at them who seemed powerless to resist......

At the other end, the man in the suit fell to the ground heavily.

Three-quarters of his nerves lost sensation in the blink of an eye, and his internal organs were burning with burning pain, and he rolled uncontrollably on the ground for half a circle before he struggled to get up from the ground.

The noise in the lobby grew heavier, and the men in the suit gritted their teeth and looked up to see their car.

He dragged his immobile legs to the side of the car, and the scarlet blood left a trail on the ground like a trailing tail.

The man in the suit raised his arm, pulled the car door, and yelled into the car: "Quickly notify the local government/government and embassy, Miss Qiao-"

It was only then that he saw broken glass on the floor, a hole in the door, and a companion who had fallen in his seat.

There seemed to be a voice behind him, and the man in the suit climbed into the car without thinking, and then there was a burst of gunshots, and bullets frantically crashed into the car door.

He clinged to his seat, took out his mobile phone from his pocket, and shouted in the raging hustle and bustle the moment he connected it: "Master Zhong, Miss Qiao met a local anti-government/government organization in the hotel, we-"

With a "snap", a bullet pierced the crumbling piece of broken glass on the car door and burrowed into the artery in his neck.

- Annihilation.

At this time, it was only 10 a.m. in London.

Uncle Zhong drove the car smoothly until the gunshots suddenly rang out on the phone, and then there was only a noise on the other side. He gently stepped on the brakes, put down his old face seriously, turned around and said to the man in the back seat: "Young master, Miss Qiao has encountered an anti-government/government organization!" ”

He Zhengxiao's long legs were folded, his eyes were half-closed, and he was resting.

At this moment, the tip of his brow jumped slightly.

"Where did you come across it?"

"Hotel."

"What a hotel."

"Hotel Kaidra."

In the center of Baghdad, the hotel with the most expatriates to stay in.

"Give me the tablet."

"Yes."

However, at this time, the events in Baghdad had not yet made the news, and no one knew what that group of expatriates was going through.

He Zhengxiao put down the tablet, closed his eyes again, the long fingers wrapped in pure white gloves, and clicked on his temples, his tall body almost blended with the darkness in the carriage.

Anti-government organizations in Iraq are not ordinary criminal gangs. There is no public information yet, so it is not certain which group of people organized this operation under what name, and we can only speculate on their purpose based on clues.

The Kaidra Hotel is in the downtown area, and it is inconvenient to sneak in and escape, so they must have chosen this kind of place for some purpose. Seventy percent of the time is likely to be due to the foreign status of the staying passengers. Simply going to a woman, it's not quite like it, otherwise the news will not be "encountering an anti-government/government organization", but "being been".

happens to be involved, and there is hope.

However, Iraq's political/political relations are too delicate, and relying on the government and the embassy alone may not be able to rescue people as quickly as possible, and the best way is to use international relations to put pressure on the local government.

That woman's country doesn't need to think about it, and when the news breaks out, it will inevitably put on a tough attitude. The identity of the Demville woman will not change the attitude of her country, and the identity of the actor is even more impossible.

He had to get the British side to come forward.

But it's not that easy, even if he's a powerful Dumville......

The atmosphere in the car tends to stagnate.

Uncle Zhong and the others were anxious, and they frequently looked back.

After a long time, he saw the man's suddenly open eyes, and the thick night swelled for a moment. In the low tone, there was a heavy slaughter.

"Go to the palace."

Uncle Zhong was surprised, "...... Master? ”

To meet the queen at this time?

However, He Zhengxiao closed his eyes again and did not solve his confusion.

The car stopped outside the palace, and the Queen's private secretary waited outside the door, smiling to greet the Duke of Demville.

He Zhengxiao lifted the collar of his straight shirt, the churn between his eyebrows was gone, a graceful smile on his lips, his long legs stepped away, and he got out of the car and entered the palace.

Uncle Zhong waited anxiously by the car, looking at his watch every half a minute on average.

One more second passed, and the more dangerous Miss Qiao's situation became......

At the Kedra Hotel, the situation was much better than expected.

Qiao Weihuan heard a few foul words from those people, followed by heavy footsteps, and a crowd of figures came over quickly, rudely pulling her and Fu Minglang.

It's good that no shots were fired.

Qiao Weihuan got up with his strength, opened his eyes at the right time and appropriately, and tried his best to "panic".

She didn't know if she was right, and she didn't dare to speak Arabic or Kurdish rashly, for fear of arousing the confusion of the group.

Backwards, left, right, and in all directions, the cold and brutal smell robbed her of her senses and made her want to vomit.

Qiao Weihuan closed her mouth tightly, half-lowered her head, and stared at the road under her feet with her eyes.

"Woman."

Her heart trembled violently when she heard this cold salutation.

Fortunately, the man just thought she was walking slowly, and the handle of the gun smashed down on her head to deter.

It was neither light nor serious, but it just hit her previous injury, and the pain made her eyes black. She shook unsteadily under her feet, Fu Minglang quickly leaned over, raised his shoulders and helped her.

This little action looked at the eyes of those people, but it made them think that the two of them were going to do something, someone pulled Fu Minglang's head with a big hand, slammed it on the elevator door roughly, and then kicked him directly into the elevator.

Fu Minglang's wound on his right shoulder hit the elevator wall, his face turned pale, but his eyes never left Qiao Weihuan.

Qiao Weihuan bit the tip of her tongue and shook her head at him almost invisibly.

They took the two men to the hotel lobby, which was already packed with the people who had been arrested.

Qiao Weihuan was pushed into the open space, she squatted down without saying a word, a few people away from Fu Minglang, and her eyes wandered around the lobby.

The people in the lobby were of all skin colors, but without exception they were all foreigners.

This group of innocent and frightened people was not tied, but no one dared to move, because of the bloodthirsty looks of these brutal madmen, the cold and killing guns in their hands, and the lifeless corpses on the ground.

They crouched on the ground, looking helplessly at the beautiful lobby, all the pain and fear sublimated today, and became dazed and hopeless.

I didn't dare to make a sound or move, and the air was filled with a silence like death.

A little girl of four or five years old can't clearly distinguish her surroundings, she just feels scared.

"Mom." The little girl grabbed the pale woman's sleeve, wrinkled her pink little face, raised her little hand, and pointed at the people walking around with guns, "They are so scary, I'm afraid of ......"

The woman covered the little girl's mouth in horror and looked around helplessly, for fear that her daughter's movements would attract the attention of the group.

But her behavior made the girl even more aggrieved, she flattened her mouth and cried.

The suppressed cry was particularly harsh in the dead silence of the hall, and someone looked back, turned his face hideously, and kicked the woman in the shoulder.

The woman fell to her side with a scream, and the girl's cry was unmuffled and pierced everyone's ears in vain.

Then the man picked up the gun and pulled the trigger.

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Fu Minglang followed Qiao Weihuan's gaze downward.

There was very little blood on the floor, and the smell of rust was thick and pooled. Three or two drops of blood bounced on it, splashing a circle of delicate ripples.

Fu Minglang touched his right shoulder in a daze, raised his hand, and his palm was dyed hot red.

However, they didn't have time to speak again, and the sound of vibrating footsteps was already heard outside.

The people on the lower floor heard the gunshots and made their way up the rudimentary metal staircase.

In the hallway, the man seemed to be in contact with his own people, speaking briefly and quickly in Kurdish, and approaching the storage room with a gun.

The man in the suit covered the bleeding wound on his leg, opened the window, looked down from above, turned around quickly, bent down to pull Qiao Weihuan up, and said in a deep voice: "Miss Qiao, offended." ”

He hugged Qiao Weihuan's waist and was about to climb out of the windowsill.

Qiao Wei grabbed the window frame and turned his head to look at him, "Will something happen if you go down by yourself?" ”

"You're going to get seriously hurt."

"What will happen if you take me down?"

The man in the suit said without hesitation: "Miss Qiao, I will do everything possible to reduce the harm to you." ”

Qiao Weihuan understood.

They can use their bodies as shields, protect her with flesh and blood, and are not afraid of life and death.

But just to protect her, Fu Minglang will be left behind.

They had already alarmed the people outside, and even if they could go down, the people on the first floor would go after them. She wasn't sure she could run very far, and her survival ability wouldn't be stronger than that of a man in a suit.

The sound of footsteps outside the door was close at hand, and it seemed that in the next second, the evil spirits who were urging their lives would reach in.

Qiao Weihuan tilted his head and looked at Fu Minglang, who was half-kneeling on the ground, "You jump by yourself." ”

The man in the suit shook his whole body, "Miss Qiao?!" ”

Qiao Weihuan took advantage of his stunnedness, turned around and got out of the arm of the man in the suit, squatted down neatly, and put his hands behind his head, "Minglang, hold your head like me, they will think that you have no idea of resisting and will not shoot easily!" ”

Fu Minglang was stunned for a moment, then quickly reacted, holding his unconscious right arm with his left hand, and holding the back of his head with difficulty.

In the next second, the muzzle of the black hole appeared outside the door.

didn't hear any movement behind him, Qiao Weihuan lowered his voice coldly, "Only by living can you save me, jump!" ”

Almost at the same time, a leg finally appeared outside the door.

Brown trousers, heavy leather shoes, steady landing.

The man in the suit stopped his gaze on Qiao Weihuan's slender back for a moment, followed him with all his strength, his burly body arched, his big hand supported the window frame, and he jumped quickly!

Qiao Weihuan raised his eyes, and the tall figure instantly filled the space outside the door, covering all the obscure light from the corridor.

Their hair and beards were curled up, as arrogant as the guns in their hands.

The smell of blood was all over my body.

Fu Minglang bent down without a trace, blocking in front of Qiao Weihuan, the hand behind his head was clenched into a fist, his voice was lowered, and his lips squirmed, "Sister, I'm sorry." ”

However, Qiao Weihuan didn't hear it at all, she opened her eyes half-open, trying her best to make the expression that a weak woman should have, and her thick long eyelashes covered the black that was about to ooze from her eyes.

Her ears buzzed, and disgusting chirps filled her mind. The cold sweat on her back scrambled to slide down, quickly wetting her whole body.

She really wasn't sure if this murderous group of people would shoot at them who seemed powerless to resist......

At the other end, the man in the suit fell to the ground heavily.

Three-quarters of his nerves lost sensation in the blink of an eye, and his internal organs were burning with burning pain, and he rolled uncontrollably on the ground for half a circle before he struggled to get up from the ground.

The noise in the lobby grew heavier, and the men in the suit gritted their teeth and looked up to see their car.

He dragged his immobile legs to the side of the car, and the scarlet blood left a trail on the ground like a trailing tail.

The man in the suit raised his arm, pulled the car door, and yelled into the car: "Quickly notify the local government/government and embassy, Miss Qiao-"

It was only then that he saw broken glass on the floor, a hole in the door, and a companion who had fallen in his seat.

There seemed to be a voice behind him, and the man in the suit climbed into the car without thinking, and then there was a burst of gunshots, and bullets frantically crashed into the car door.

He clinged to his seat, took out his mobile phone from his pocket, and shouted in the raging hustle and bustle the moment he connected it: "Master Zhong, Miss Qiao met a local anti-government/government organization in the hotel, we-"

With a "snap", a bullet pierced the crumbling piece of broken glass on the car door and burrowed into the artery in his neck.

- Annihilation.

At this time, it was only 10 a.m. in London.

Uncle Zhong drove the car smoothly until the gunshots suddenly rang out on the phone, and then there was only a noise on the other side. He gently stepped on the brakes, put down his old face seriously, turned around and said to the man in the back seat: "Young master, Miss Qiao has encountered an anti-government/government organization!" ”

He Zhengxiao's long legs were folded, his eyes were half-closed, and he was resting.

At this moment, the tip of his brow jumped slightly.

"Where did you come across it?"

"Hotel."

"What a hotel."

"Hotel Kaidra."

In the center of Baghdad, the hotel with the most expatriates to stay in.

"Give me the tablet."

"Yes."

However, at this time, the events in Baghdad had not yet made the news, and no one knew what that group of expatriates was going through.

He Zhengxiao put down the tablet, closed his eyes again, the long fingers wrapped in pure white gloves, and clicked on his temples, his tall body almost blended with the darkness in the carriage.

Anti-government organizations in Iraq are not ordinary criminal gangs. There is no public information yet, so it is not certain which group of people organized this operation under what name, and we can only speculate on their purpose based on clues.

The Kaidra Hotel is in the downtown area, and it is inconvenient to sneak in and escape, so they must have chosen this kind of place for some purpose. Seventy percent of the time is likely to be due to the foreign status of the staying passengers. Simply going to a woman, it's not quite like it, otherwise the news will not be "encountering an anti-government/government organization", but "being been".

happens to be involved, and there is hope.

However, Iraq's political/political relations are too delicate, and relying on the government and the embassy alone may not be able to rescue people as quickly as possible, and the best way is to use international relations to put pressure on the local government.

That woman's country doesn't need to think about it, and when the news breaks out, it will inevitably put on a tough attitude. The identity of the Demville woman will not change the attitude of her country, and the identity of the actor is even more impossible.

He had to get the British side to come forward.

But it's not that easy, even if he's a powerful Dumville......

The atmosphere in the car tends to stagnate.

Uncle Zhong and the others were anxious, and they frequently looked back.

After a long time, he saw the man's suddenly open eyes, and the thick night swelled for a moment. In the low tone, there was a heavy slaughter.

"Go to the palace."

Uncle Zhong was surprised, "...... Master? ”

To meet the queen at this time?

However, He Zhengxiao closed his eyes again and did not solve his confusion.

The car stopped outside the palace, and the Queen's private secretary waited outside the door, smiling to greet the Duke of Demville.

He Zhengxiao lifted the collar of his straight shirt, the churn between his eyebrows was gone, a graceful smile on his lips, his long legs stepped away, and he got out of the car and entered the palace.

Uncle Zhong waited anxiously by the car, looking at his watch every half a minute on average.

One more second passed, and the more dangerous Miss Qiao's situation became......

At the Kedra Hotel, the situation was much better than expected.

Qiao Weihuan heard a few foul words from those people, followed by heavy footsteps, and a crowd of figures came over quickly, rudely pulling her and Fu Minglang.

It's good that no shots were fired.

Qiao Weihuan got up with his strength, opened his eyes at the right time and appropriately, and tried his best to "panic".

She didn't know if she was right, and she didn't dare to speak Arabic or Kurdish rashly, for fear of arousing the confusion of the group.

Backwards, left, right, and in all directions, the cold and brutal smell robbed her of her senses and made her want to vomit.

Qiao Weihuan closed her mouth tightly, half-lowered her head, and stared at the road under her feet with her eyes.

"Woman."

Her heart trembled violently when she heard this cold salutation.

Fortunately, the man just thought she was walking slowly, and the handle of the gun smashed down on her head to deter.

It was neither light nor serious, but it just hit her previous injury, and the pain made her eyes black. She shook unsteadily under her feet, Fu Minglang quickly leaned over, raised his shoulders and helped her.

This little action looked at the eyes of those people, but it made them think that the two of them were going to do something, someone pulled Fu Minglang's head with a big hand, slammed it on the elevator door roughly, and then kicked him directly into the elevator.

Fu Minglang's wound on his right shoulder hit the elevator wall, his face turned pale, but his eyes never left Qiao Weihuan.

Qiao Weihuan bit the tip of her tongue and shook her head at him almost invisibly.

They took the two men to the hotel lobby, which was already packed with the people who had been arrested.

Qiao Weihuan was pushed into the open space, she squatted down without saying a word, a few people away from Fu Minglang, and her eyes wandered around the lobby.

The people in the lobby were of all skin colors, but without exception they were all foreigners.

This group of innocent and frightened people was not tied, but no one dared to move, because of the bloodthirsty looks of these brutal madmen, the cold and killing guns in their hands, and the lifeless corpses on the ground.

They crouched on the ground, looking helplessly at the beautiful lobby, all the pain and fear sublimated today, and became dazed and hopeless.

I didn't dare to make a sound or move, and the air was filled with a silence like death.

A little girl of four or five years old can't clearly distinguish her surroundings, she just feels scared.

"Mom." The little girl grabbed the pale woman's sleeve, wrinkled her pink little face, raised her little hand, and pointed at the people walking around with guns, "They are so scary, I'm afraid of ......"

The woman covered the little girl's mouth in horror and looked around helplessly, for fear that her daughter's movements would attract the attention of the group.

But her behavior made the girl even more aggrieved, she flattened her mouth and cried.

The suppressed cry was particularly harsh in the dead silence of the hall, and someone looked back, turned his face hideously, and kicked the woman in the shoulder.

The woman fell to her side with a scream, and the girl's cry was unmuffled and pierced everyone's ears in vain.

Then the man picked up the gun and pulled the trigger.

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