"Sorry, I'm sorry!" Dmitry, who was just about to get into the car, was loaded by an Arab, staggered forward two steps, and the weapon in the hand of the driver who was in charge of answering him had already been taken out, and he stretched out his head to look at Dmitry: "Hey, head, are you okay?" ”

Dmitry patted himself on the body and shook his head: "It's okay! ”

The Arabs who bumped into Dmitry kept bowing and apologizing, saying sorry, sorry, with a look of trepidation, as if they could see that Dmitry was a big man.

"It's fine!" Dmitry smiled and waved his hand, his eyes swept over the Arab, a very ordinary Arab, without any abnormality, carrying a duffel bag, looking in a hurry, should be in a hurry, there is a bus station not far away, leading to various parts of Syria.

"Allah, thank you for your forbearance!" The Arabs looked at Dmitry, confirmed that they had forgiven themselves, blessed him, and left in a hurry.

Although he was bumped into when he went out, Dmitry, who was in a very beautiful mood, didn't take it to heart, and today he saw everything very pleasantly, including the curry shop opened by Asan, India, which he had always hated before, and the Syrian government's stalking point not far away, as well as the Yankee CIA office across the street.

"Hansen, let's go! Ha ha! Wow! Music louder! Dmitry threw the bag into the back seat, screamed excitedly, the whole person began to shake along with the melody, took out a bottle of beer from the co-pilot's cabinet, flicked the wine cap with a flick of his fingers, and drank it excitedly, whistling at the people around him from time to time, completely unable to see the feeling of the leader of the MI6 foreign office, more like a biker, or a gangster on the street.

Hansen, the driver, stepped on the accelerator, and the Humvee howled like a beast and flew out, startling the surrounding people to exclaim and hurriedly walk away, several MI6 observers looked at each other and shrugged their shoulders, no one wrote this in the logbook, if they knew they were leaving this damn place, they might have gone even further than Dmitry, and he had been in the country for more than two whole years.

Around the corner not far away, the Arab who had just hit Dmitry looked at the device in his hand, smiled at the corner of his mouth, and stopped a taxi casually, this Arab is Lin Qing, who just came out of the temporary residence of the second team of Tianyan and waited: "Can you send me to the airport quickly?" I'm on a flight forty minutes later! ”

The driver looked at Lin Qing and shrugged his shoulders helplessly: "Sir, it will take thirty minutes to get to the airport from here at the earliest, I think you may miss your flight!" ”

Lin Qing didn't say a word, took out a stack of dollars from his pocket and handed it over: "I think we can talk about how long it will take to get to the airport at the earliest." ”

When the driver saw a stack of dollars, his eyes lit up immediately, and he skillfully put the throttle on the accelerator, and the taxi immediately jumped out of the same place, scurrying around the center of Damascus, speeding up and saying: "For the sake of money, I think we only need twenty minutes, no or faster, you know my friend, the dollar is everything, he can make me excited, and he can also make my car soar from eighty to one hundred and sixteen per hour, roar!" ”

Lin Qing grabbed the handle of the car tightly, now he has a feeling of experiencing speed and passion, it is really exciting, the surrounding scenery has been regressing, flashing in front of his eyes, he can't see anything at all, only heard the wind screaming sharply in his ears, and the buildings in the distance appeared in front of his eyes in an instant.

The taxi master's driving skills are very good, constantly adjusting the direction on the not wide road, the vehicle is like dancing ballet on the tip of the knife, constantly shuttling between the gaps of various vehicles, and just almost had a close contact with a big truck.

"Wow, what's that, damn it, doesn't he want to die?" In Dmitry's car, the driver, Hansen, was startled by the taxi that flashed by, and if he hadn't reacted in time, he would have collided with the taxi.

Holding the bottle in his hand, Dmitry swayed to the rhythm of the rhythm, but did not feel that there was anything wrong, and shouted loudly: "Maybe they are rushing to God!" ”

"Haha, head, I think too, I hope they are happy in heaven!"

"Woohoo! Hansen, get me up for it, wow! It's cool, I haven't been so indulgent for a long time, hahaha, go to ***'s damn image, damn work, damn it, I'm fed up haha, I was the three evils of West London! Dmitry said as he untied his tie with his hand, and shouted excitedly in his mouth, obviously very excited about returning to the Great Corrupt Country, returning to London, and already thinking of the girls on the third page of the Sun.

Thirteen minutes later, a sharp brake sound sounded in front of the airport hall, the sound was very harsh, the entire airport hall could be heard, Lin Qing grabbed the handle of the vehicle tightly, he regretted what he just said, in the past thirteen minutes, he never wanted to experience it again in his life, he couldn't love this kind of adrenaline rush sport, this was completely dancing with his own life and death.

"Thirteen minutes, sir, has not exceeded your time, and I wish you a pleasant journey!" The driver looked at his watch, and then beat it up, and the half-hour drive in thirteen minutes was also a new proud record for him!

"Give!"

Lin Qing handed the dollar to the driver, pushed the car door, and walked down with trembling feet, he can be regarded as walking through the south, breaking through the north, killing people, setting fires, and once racing, but for the first time, he felt how terrifying it was to ride in someone else's car, which was even more terrifying than giving him a weapon to let him go to the battlefield, Lin Qing felt that the thirteen minutes just now were the longest thirteen minutes he had ever had.

I feel that there is a man wearing a black cloak and holding a sickle behind me at any time ready to take away his life at any time, oh wrong, it should be said that one is holding a judge's pen and holding something called "The Book of Life and Death", staring at Lin Qing in the shadows, as long as the driver's hand slides, Lin Qing's name will be crossed off the "Book of Life and Death".

Lin Qing, who was walking in a hurry, stepped out of the car, held a street lamp in his hand, and immediately spit out all the things that were rolling in his stomach just now.

(To be continued.) )