"Come out! Come on! After a sound of metal grinding, the door to the cell was violently opened. Two special forces wearing black masks and armed with rifles beckoned sharply at the door.

"God, is it nine o'clock in the evening?" Happiness came so suddenly, and before Eddie could even experience it, he was overwhelmed by the tide. At this moment, he felt like his heart was about to explode.

Eddie is a Swedish petroleum engineer who has been the longest-serving of all the hostages kidnapped in the OAOA stronghold.

It has been more than two months since I was kidnapped. Add had fantasized countless times that ZF on his side would pay a ransom to redeem himself, or that the special forces would save him.

Although every day he woke up to be disappointed again, this optimistic Swede never gave up hope of life.

No matter how unpalatable the food provided by OAOA, he would eat it carefully. He tried to cooperate with every inquiry of the OAOA, and did not miss any opportunity to pass on the news to the outside world.

Eddie hoped that someone from the outside world would raise him a sufficient amount of ransom, or a rescue operation from his homeland, and no amount of disappointment and life-and-death parting would break this optimistic man.

He has eyes that are always full of hope and joy, and while in prison, he has been trying to encourage others not to give up.

"Ren, you have to be strong. You have a strong homeland, and your country is not involved in what is going on here. You'll be fine, trust me. ”

After the mock execution this morning, everyone sat in the back of the pickup truck and bumped back to the prison, Eddie has been comforting the man who had just been beaten up by Country C.

Sitting next to him, the man from country C raised his head and whispered, "Eddie, I'm fine." I'm just so excited. ”

Eddie was surprised to find that the man from Country C, who had been depressed since he was kidnapped, was in tears, but his eyes were full of hope again.

"Nine o'clock in the evening, pay attention to secrecy." The man from country C whispered, as if he was afraid that Eddie wouldn't hear clearly, so he repeated it in a low voice.

"What did you say?" Eddie looked at the people of country C in front of him suspiciously, this person couldn't be stupid in his brain. But he spoke clearly and coherently, and the expression on his face, although excited, was far from the point of madness.

The man from country C named Ren nodded heavily at him. His mouth opened and closed, silently lip-syncing with him.

"Battalion...... Rescue... A rescue operation? The words spelled out according to the lip shape were hard for Eddie to believe. Where did this "Ren" get the news from?

"Nine o'clock in the evening, rescue operation! Be careful with confidentiality. This message circulated silently among all six hostages. Six pairs of dead eyes regained a glow of hope.

"Get out! You lowly heretics. Several of the terrorists at the door looked at each other, and one of them walked into the cell with a gun in both hands and kicked Eddie with a stagger.

It was only then that Eddie's eyes regained focus, and there were no special forces. It turned out to be just a fantasy in his own head.

"Let's go! You pig. ”

There was a pain in Eddie's back, and the terrorist, seeing that Eddie was not moving, stabbed the barrel of his gun into his spine.

The place where they were imprisoned was in the hall on the first floor, where a watch hung on the shadow wall of the hall. When the hostages were brought out, everyone involuntarily glanced at the time.

7：33。 It was only one hour and twenty-seven minutes away from Hope.

Time ruthlessly interrupted all of Eddie's fantasies, but it also ignited hope in his heart, it was only an hour and a half, and it only took an hour and a half to reach nine o'clock.

Climbing onto the back of the pickup truck and kneeling on the altar step by step, Add felt like he was fluttering all over. After repeated mock executions, the nerves, which had been numb, were activated again.

Eddie was keenly aware that this time was different from before, no terrorists had come and told them it was fake, just for the sake of video. Although it was a hot summer day outside, but thinking of this, Eddie felt that he was scared to the point that his limbs were cold, and his body involuntarily began to tremble, hope had just arrived, and he didn't want to die!

Maybe there's only an hour left until the rescue begins? Maybe shorter? Eddie had never felt so near, yet so far away.

When his neck was pressed against the stone platform, Eddie's snot and tears flowed out, and he struggled desperately with all his strength, and the two terrorists behind him almost couldn't hold him down, not only Eddie, but all the hostages were struggling frantically, writhing their bodies.

"What are these hostages today?" Mahmud, dressed in bishop's robes, looked at the hostages around him suspiciously. But that was nothing, the great Asti Mors would not need the respect of his enemies, and he enjoyed the wails of pagan fear.

"Need to be served? Following the teachings of the great Astimores and you, I want to stain the altar of my lord with the blood of the infidels with my own hands. Mahmoud looked at the leader of the RB mercenary group who was standing in the audience, and walked straight to his side and said.

There was no doubt that the RB man named Nakamura could be trusted, and in the morning this man had already proven his faith in Asti Mors, and the Nikko mercenary group under his command knew that it was an elite force just by looking at their equipment.

Looks like an object that can be wooed. If there is such an elite mercenary who believes in the Lord in his hands, his status in the sect should also be improved a lot.

Mahmood's mind raced, and he looked at the RB man who was half-kneeling in front of him, and became more and more satisfied with him. So Mahmoud put a hearty smile on his face and said, "Of course, the great Astimores never skimped on rewarding the faithful. ”

"You damned devils, you're going to hell. I swear, even if I become a ghost, I will not spare you. Eddie, who had always been full of yearning and hope for a free life, completely collapsed at this time. But he was held down by the two terrorists, and Eddie cursed loudly.

"You just have to do this, this, and this. Finally, he took out his heart with this and dedicated it to the great Lord. The whole ceremony is complete. Mahmoud was like a patient teacher teaching the RB man named Nakamura in front of him.

Originally, it would be absolutely impossible for a newcomer like this to preside over a sacrifice ceremony of this scale, but if he could control this RB man, he could control the Nikko Mercenary Group. In the OAOA church, his own strength can surpass that of the fifth bishop. Mahmoud thought to himself.

"No!! Stop it! Eddie! ”

"You damn little RB, you're going to hell! I really regret why our country didn't use the atomic bomb to level your damn island! ”

When Gu Zhenyang slashed Eddie's throat, Eddie's scolding stopped. The hostages kneeling on the other two altars around saw this scene and scolded Gu Zhenyang.

Mahmoud watched with satisfaction as the RB man cut off the hostage's neck, and with a wave of his hand, all the people around the altar chanted the holy name of Asti Mors and fell around the altar with all the exception of the terrorists who were on guard on the perimeter.

But then Mahmoud frowned and said, "No, you cut too shallowly, so that the blood can't flow." ”

After saying that, just as Mahmoud stepped forward and was about to tell the RB man what to do, the RB man suddenly turned his head and stared at him, what did Mahmoud see? A pair of blood-red eyes, like the eyes of a devil who has just crawled out of hell.

I saw that the RB man in front of him turned around like lightning, and with a wave of his right hand, a lightning-like cold light slashed across Mahmood's neck, and the air mixed with blood mixed with his lungs spurted out of the broken mouth, and was illuminated by the light of the setting sun to form a blood-colored rainbow in the air.

Mahmoud looked at the RB mercenary in front of him with an incredulous look, and his outstretched hand covered his neck.

But the artery in the neck was cut with a knife, and where can a human hand cover it? Blood gushed from Mahmoud's fingers around his neck. Within seconds, Mahmoud was unconscious and fell to the ground, his eyes wide open, as if he couldn't believe he was dead.

The blood that flowed from his neck snaked down the grooves reserved for the altar, eventually drawing on the ground a word of hell that Mahmud had once familiarized.

"Hmm, my throat hurts." Add could feel the warm, moist air in his lungs being exhaled from the breach in his throat. He glanced at the sun in the distance with his eyes, and the scenes of his life flashed like a marquee in his mind, and finally fixed on his daughter.

"I'd love to see you again...... My little angel. As Add exhaled his last breath and was about to close his eyes in exhaustion, he heard someone shouting in English, "This is now!" Shoot! Shoot! ”