Underground forbidden chamber in Lebanon

Mo Chuxin sat in a cramped and dark corner, locked up with other women, including tourists, local residents, and a war correspondent, a total of nine people.

With one knee bent and one arm on her knee, she hung her head down at the light shining through the crack in the door at her feet, and the sound of rebels outside the iron gate was the voice of the rebels she did not understand.

Of the nine people, five were local women, three female tourists from the United States and one female journalist from the United Kingdom, who could understand Arabic and Mo Chuxin learned this information from their conversations.

She remained silent, not saying a word when she entered, silently counting the hours of her captivity and the guards outside the iron gates, who changed shifts every five hours. The food was sent in through a small gate under the door, and Mo Chuxin didn't want to say how unpalatable it was, but in order to survive, she swallowed it despite the feeling of vomiting.

It's been four meals, and it's been two days since she's been locked up here.

The placket on Mo Chuxin's chest was wet and gradually dried up because of the secretion of milk.

She leaned her back against the wall, thinking about what Su Yichen said before leaving: "Come back early, my child and I will wait for you." ”

The sound of footsteps came from far and near, Mo Chuxin raised his eyelids, looked at the figure flashing through the crack in the door, the iron door opened, and an armed man stood at the door and swept around the forbidden room, all the women hung their heads as low as possible, and avoided each other's sight.

The militants walked towards one of the female tourists in hot pants, grabbed her by the hair and dragged her outward.

The female tourist who wanted to be taken away screamed again and again, and the friends around her went to pull her, and the militants looked at the female companion angrily, I don't know what to say, but it is not difficult to judge by looking at the expression, the female companion did not spread the book, the militant slapped her angrily, and the reporter on the side hurriedly held her down and said to her: "Don't move, they will really kill you." ”

Hearing this, the female companion really quieted down, and while crying, she put her head between her legs.

It's not that Mo Chuxin is cold-blooded, and now in this situation, she can't do anything.

When the door closed, Mo Chuxin heard a British reporter say: "They asked her to be a sex-slave." ”

The female companions hugged each other and cried bitterly, and her next words made the two of them collapse.

"We are all their sex-slaves."

One day, the women in the forbidden room spent their time in trepidation, until late at night the door opened again, everyone woke up from their sleep, and before they could adjust to the light, the militants threw something in, locked the door and left.

The cramped space, the smell of blood filled everyone's olfactory nerves for a moment, and when the female companions found that it was not something on the ground, but their female companions who had been taken away, they surrounded them.

Mo Chuxin raised his eyes, and through the faint light, he saw that the woman's face was dark and swollen, the corners of her mouth and eyebrow bones were not opened, her eyes were bruised, her squints were slit, her clothes did not cover her body, and her fair skin was covered with traces of being abused.

Mo Chuxin's eyebrows frowned, in the second half of the night, she almost didn't sleep much, people have been in a state of tension, there are footsteps close to her sensitively pricked up her ears to listen, to make sure that she just passed by before closing her eyes again, so repeatedly, when the person who came to deliver the food the next day opened the small gate, she only felt that the sound of metal friction was so harsh that she was mad.

A week has passed......

Mo Chuxin is still firm in his belief that he will definitely find her.

There were five people left in the forbidden room from nine, and some women were taken away and never sent back, and those who were sent back were only half lifed.

Saudi Arabia officially reported that the Prime Minister of Country X, Wen Bohan, will arrive in the capital Riyadh today for a week-long state visit and economic diplomacy.

At the same time, Su Yichen sat on the sofa in the Vivienda HotelVillas, which was the same place he had booked for Mo Chuxin to live in Riyadh.

In front of him, a row of people was half surrounded, and all the personnel were waiting for Su Yichen to give an order.

His eyes were lowered, his narrow eyes dark and deep, and his voice was low and hoarse, tearing through the oppressive air.

"K, go and prepare ten sets of native Arabic costumes."

"Yes." K turned and left.

Su Yichen pressed the sore eyebrows, he really regretted letting her come, he had never regretted it so much.

……

With a calm and modest smile, Wen Bohan shook hands with the leader of Saudi Arabia, and the two reached a consensus after a long talk that in the next five years, country X will send peacekeeping troops to the Saudi border to protect the government and local civilians.

Even if there is no such incident, Country X will participate in the peacekeeping program organized by the United Nations, and it is only a matter of grace for now.

Half an hour later, the Saudi government dispatched military forces to cooperate with the troops of country X to carry out a carpet cleanup of several surrounding rebel groups.

Su Yichen has been paying attention to the army's radio station in the past few days, which is a radio signal revealed by a person he sent who is hidden in the army of country X, and they can learn about the process of the search through this frequency.

Day 10

A message came over the radio in which a rebel was being encircled, and the militants confessed that they had kidnapped a woman from country X in the capital, Riyadh, who had been taken out of the country and sent to a dark spot in Lebanon to be used as a sex slave because her skin color and eyes were too obvious.

Su Yichen's head buzzed, his body shook, Min Yansheng noticed that his expression was wrong, and hurriedly walked over and supported the person, "Su Shao?" ”

Su Yichen took off the headphones and waved his hand, "I'm fine." ”

Get up and call K, "Bring those clothes, disguise them, and go immediately." ”

According to the address on the radio, when Su Yichen arrived at the base of the rebels, it was already 1 o'clock in the morning, and in the dark night, more than a dozen pairs of eyes were staring at the building complex in front of him.

Bringing night vision goggles, everyone checked their weapons, and just as Su Yichen announced the action, another team was quietly approaching from the east side of the building, and he immediately signaled everyone to stand still, picked up the night vision binoculars and looked at the group of people.

The other party also seemed to be sneakily approaching, and it was not a return in the open, so Su Yichen judged that these people were not counter-militants, and the telescope looked back along the direction of the flow of people, and a familiar figure appeared.

Wen Bohan?

How could it be him?

Just when Su Yichen looked at him, Wen Bohan also found him with a telescope, and after seeing each other clearly, the two nodded their heads tacitly, and then began to communicate with gestures.

Wen Bohan was in charge of the people on the left and second floors, and Su Yichen was in charge of the guards standing guard and the militants on the right platform.

Hand gesture up, fall, act!!

Underground forbidden room

The iron door opened, and there were already four people left at this time, Mo Chuxin, the reporter and two local women.

The militants walked in and pulled the women's hair from left to right in turn, forcing them to look up, until Mo Chuxin came here, she avoided the man's hand and slowly lifted it, her eyes dark and cold.

The militant didn't seem to expect her eyes to be so calm, first stunned, then muttered a few words, and the war correspondent lowered his head and said, "It's your turn." ”

Mo Chuxin's heart sank, she finally came, she waited for ten days, and there was no news for ten days, so she couldn't wait, she wanted to win once.

She was dragged out by the shoulders, her body was on one side, her clothes broke free from the other party's hands, her expressionless face stared coldly, wiped her shoulders and walked out.

She didn't take a bath for ten days, but Mo Chuxin's foundation was good, she was still fair-skinned and lovely, and the militants coveted her beauty, pushed people out, locked the door, and left with Mo Chuxin.

There was an armed man in front of Mo Chuxin, and there was another in the back, she was caught in the middle, and without taking a turn, she memorized the route she took in her mind and painted it as a map.

Wandering down the narrow passage to the room on the ground floor, she was waiting for this opportunity.

She glanced around, this place was supposed to be a church in the early days, but later it may have been a war, the church was affected by the war, and the people were gone, leaving this place to become their refuge. The walls of the church were littered with bullet holes, and there were traces of burnt black paint, the cross was broken, the door of the confessional was broken, and she glanced at the door in the middle, the exit.

As she passed by the platform in front of her, she grabbed a broken glazed tile and hid it in her sleeve.

She did not understand Arabic, and as she walked up the stairs, she was pushed from behind, and she staggered a few steps forward to a room.

The two men looked at her and smiled, the door opened, Mo Chuxin swept his eyes, and gasped.

The room was supposed to have been occupied by the original missionaries, and there was a wooden cross on the wall opposite the end of the bed, on which was actually tied a woman, who was the reporter who had been taken away yesterday.

She was naked, her body was covered with bruises, her face was invisible, her mouth and nose were bleeding, her lower body was clearly burned, and her thighs were covered with smudges from men.

She swallowed, her heart racing.

She was forced to walk in with a hard blow to the butt of her gun, the door behind her shut, and the militants in the room laughed, mocked, and said something, which should have been foul language on their expressions.

Mo Chuxin's indifferent eyes swept the row of people opposite, those people smiled and smiled, their faces were cold, and they exchanged glances with each other, this woman was the only one who didn't cry or beg for mercy after entering the room, some flattered them in order to survive, and took the initiative to exchange their bodies for the opportunity to live, but the woman in front of her was different.

She has a powerful evil aura on her body, her eyes are as cold as a knife, and even if she is at a disadvantage, her momentum is not lost to them.

Mo Chuxin turned around slowly, and under the surprised gaze of the militants, he took off his coat and surrounded the female reporter, who moved, Mo Chuxin breathed a sigh of relief, and asked in English: "Are you okay?" ”

The female reporter was obviously stunned, she didn't expect her to speak English, and Mo Chuxin didn't say a word during the time they got together, so the people inside thought she couldn't understand English.

The corners of the female reporter's mouth were torn, and she opened her mouth to say something, but she frowned and hissed in pain.

Mo Chuxin whispered: "Do you have the strength to run for a while?" ”

The female reporter's frightened eyes suddenly lit up, and when she heard the word run, she felt like she had been reborn.

Nodding, there is.

"It's good, I don't know if I'll make it, but I always have to give it a try." She said, then turned to look at the five militants in the room.