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The Huaxia hostages glanced at each other, and they all knew what fate would it mean as long as they knelt down, and they didn't want to sit still.

One of the brave young men spread his legs and began to run desperately.

"He ran away!"

"Chase!"

The blacks immediately used military lights, and suddenly, several bright lights shone on the fleeing young man.

A few people were about to chase after them, but they were stopped by a large black man.

This man was supposed to be the leader of the black people, he was very prestigious, and as soon as he stretched out his hand, a black man immediately handed him his submachine gun.

The black leader picked up the submachine gun and aimed it at the young man who was fleeing, and with a bang, it hit the back of the head directly, and the young man fell to the ground and died without even screaming.

"Who else is running?" The black leader asked, looking around at the hostages.

With the young man's experience, all the hostages learned wisely, and immediately knelt down, holding their heads in their hands, and the extreme fear in their hearts made them dare not open their eyes.

Seeing the Chinese hostages like this, the black team leader was very satisfied and laughed.

He handed the submachine gun to his subordinates, and no longer cared about these hostages, but looked around at the surrounding environment, showing a satisfied expression, and even he fell down and took a deep breath, feeling the fertility of the Chinese land.

"What a place, what a place!" The black team leader said with emotion.

"The land of China is fertile, and it really lives up to its name, and compared to here, our Africa is simply hell." One of the deputies said jealously.

"yes." The black team leader suddenly became angry, "The Chinese people don't want to make progress, they are yellow people, and their physical advantages are not as good as those of whites, nor are they as good as us blacks, why can they occupy such a good land?" ”

"You are not qualified! You are not eligible! ”

The more the black leader spoke, the more angry he became, and suddenly rushed to one of the hostages and kicked him in the chest, and the man was directly kicked to death, bleeding from seven holes.

Seeing their compatriots die beside them, all the hostages were frightened, but they were held to the head with submachine guns, and they didn't dare to resist, but they just shed tears in despair, begging the other party to let them go for the end.

Fortunately, after the anger was exhausted, the black leader returned to normal, he stepped aside, took out a satellite phone, and dialed a number.

But he dialed three times in a row, but no one answered, which made him very impatient, and his emotions were on the verge of exploding again. When the hostages saw him like this, they were all frightened.

Fortunately, this time he held back and did not take the hostages to vent his anger, but frowned and said: "Since 3 o'clock in the afternoon, the boss's phone has not been able to get through, why?" ”

"Maybe Boss Asma went to be chic and happy, and forgot to charge his phone." The deputy said.

"How is it possible, we have made an appointment to come at this time, and the location has been set, even if the phone is out of battery, Boss Asma should arrive here and come to pick up the wind for us." The black team leader said dissatisfied.

The blacks looked at each other, and when they looked around, it was indeed quiet, and there was no one.

If it was according to the agreed situation, the cargo ship made such a big noise, Asma should have rushed over.

But the cargo ship has been docked for more than ten minutes, and there is no Asma figure at all, which makes the black people in a strange land not know what to do for a while.

"Oh no, it's not right!" Suddenly, the black leader whispered.

"What's wrong?" The deputy hurriedly asked nervously.

"There's a good chance Boss Asma is in trouble, so he didn't come to pick us up! It's not safe here, it's too much commotion just now, we can't stay any longer. The black leader said vigilantly.

"That's right!"

"Retreat now!"

The blacks immediately answered.

"What about these Huaxia hostages?" A black man asked.

All the eyes of the blacks were focused on these hostages, showing hesitation.

The hostages also knew that the time had come for life and death, and hurriedly kowtowed to the blacks repeatedly, crying and begging for mercy.

"A group of garbage Huaxia people, kill them all." The black leader snorted coldly and gave the order.

Suddenly, the blacks raised their submachine guns and slaughtered the dozen or so Chinese hostages, and after a round of bullets, all the hostages died.

Listening to the gunfire and the crying stopped, the black leader was very happy, and he hummed an African folk tune and prepared to take the lead and leave.

"Huh?"

Suddenly, he stopped, because out of the corner of his eye, he saw an old man fishing on the shore not far away, smoking dry tobacco in his mouth, very pleasant.

"What people!"

"Speak!"

"It's an old man!"

The other blacks also saw Old Man Yu and immediately raised their submachine guns again, all aiming at him.

Old Man Yu did not speak, but continued to fish, contented, and did not seem to realize that the death crisis was imminent.

At the signal of the team leader, the black people gradually surrounded Old Man Yu, and the atmosphere became very tense, as long as he dared to make a little movement, he would shoot him immediately.

"Friend, who are you?" The black leader asked in English.

"Huaxia people, I'm just an ordinary old man fishing here, please don't hurt me." Old man Yu spoke English very fluently.

"Ordinary old people in Huaxia can speak English?" The black leader asked incredulously.

"In the whole world, English is the most widely spoken language, and the same is true in Huaxia. In our country, children start learning English from elementary school. Old man Yu replied.

"We can not kill you, but you have to promise not to reveal anything about tonight, is that okay?" The black team leader said, and at the same time took out the pistol on his waist and aimed it at the back of Old Man Yu's head.

"Nope." Old man Yu's answer surprised the black team leader and was a little unexpected.

Because under normal circumstances, in order to save his life, the old man will immediately nod his head and promise to keep it a secret. The original plan of the black team leader was to take advantage of the other party's nod and feel relieved, and collapse the other party with one shot.

"Why?" The black leader asked, puzzled.

"You have brutally murdered my compatriots, and I will avenge them." Old man Yu said seriously.

Hearing this, the black team leader was even more incredulous, "You were sitting here when we killed your compatriots just now, right?" ”

"Yes." Old Man Yu nodded in acknowledgement.

"It's so close, why didn't you stand up just now?" The black leader asked.

"I don't know them." Old man Yu shook his head.

"Even if you don't know them, they're your compatriots. And, if you say so, if you don't know them, why should you avenge them? The black leader snorted.

Old Man Yu sighed, then supported the ground with his fishing rod, reluctantly stood up, and slowly turned around, staring at the black team leader and the group of gun-wielding blacks behind him.

"You know, you have committed the most unforgivable sins." Old man Yu said solemnly.