The kidnappers closed the door and walked back, Van der Waals was unwilling to sit still, and he couldn't believe that the waiter had just turned a blind eye and walked away, his eyes bloodshot and twisted. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

The kidnapper took his slippers and slapped Van der Waals in the face: "What? What are you going to do? Do you expect someone else to save you? Lei Feng was all frightened by the porcelain, who do you expect to save you? Not to mention that you are a waitress who collects money in a luxury suite and outside; Even if you are lame and lying on the street by me, who do you think will save you? Who do you think will help you? ”

Van der Waals is of Dutch-Chinese descent, so he doesn't understand. He continued to struggle.

"Die, you!" The kidnapper gently patted the hostage with his slippers, "If you make any more trouble, I'll get an injection?" ”

Van der Waals was completely desperate and obediently quieted.

The kidnapper threw his slippers on the carpet satisfied, put them on with his feet, stretched his waist, and went to check if the mask was dry.

Half an hour later, the waiter knocked on the door. The kidnappers opened the door and walked out, stood in the hallway, closed the door, and counted the goods.

The waiter held the basket, waited for the kidnappers to finish counting, handed the kidnappers a basket full of exquisite goods, and said earnestly: "A total of one thousand two hundred and six." "The 1,206 will be bookkeeping, very little cash is paid, and the waiter just quotes the price, because some customers will tip according to the proportion.

The kidnapper drew two hundred-dollar bills and handed them to the waiter, saying, "You don't need to look for your tip." "I took the basket with both hands, and it was filled with fresh strawberries, flowers, cream, and chocolates.

The waiter happily remained polite: "Thank you, sir, and have a nice day." He thought there was something unsightly in the room, so he didn't ask.

When the kidnapper was about to open the door, he suddenly remembered something and said to the waiter: "We have a special plan today, and we don't need to send someone to clean the room today." It's a frustration to be interrupted. ”

The waiter smiled knowingly and nodded politely: "I know, no one will disturb you until tomorrow morning." ”

"Really good at chatting." The kidnapper complimented the waiter, and then returned to the house with the basket of flowers.

Van der Waals had given up struggling, his mouth wide open, and he tilted his head to look at the kidnappers, looking helpless.

He didn't understand until the end, the kidnappers innocently showed the kidnapping scene to others, why didn't anyone arrest him?

Isn't it popular in the East to draw a sword to help when the road is uneven? What's going on? Where are all the chivalrous and righteous men?

The kidnappers put a dazzling array of flower baskets on the table, tied their hair and wiped their faces with a towel, and casually ordered: "Someone will come to rescue you tomorrow morning, and then you can call the police or return to China, it doesn't matter." Have a nice day. After saying that, he took the human skin mask and went into the bathroom to toss.

Van der Waals tilted his head and looked at the bathroom door numbly, thinking bitterly, "Happy fart, I'm never coming again." Swear in God's name never to come again. ”

After a while, the kidnappers walked out of the bathroom in high spirits, bowed his head and combed his hair, letting his bangs hang down to cover the edges of the mask. When the kidnappers looked up, Van der Waals was stunned: the human skin mask was so ingeniously made by him that it really resembled himself. Wearing this mask, as long as he doesn't sweat, doesn't mix hot and cold, and doesn't come and go in the wind and rain, the kidnappers can pose, van der Waals, to swindle and deceive.

When Van der Waals was stunned, the kidnappers had already turned out Van der Waals's suitcase, checked the documents, passport, work permit, uniform, mobile phone number and contact person one by one, and then returned to their places one by one, then changed into the uniform of the flight attendant, picked up the suitcase, and stood at the door to say goodbye to Van der Waals sincerely: "Then I'm leaving, goodbye, I hope I didn't trouble you......"

Then the kidnapper tilted his head and thought for a while, and said to himself: "He's not good at stubble, what's the matter." He muttered, opened the door and left.

As soon as the door closed, Van der Waals was left alone tied to the love chair in a daze. After half a minute, he suddenly woke up, realized that the opportunity to survive had come, and began to struggle in every possible way. He tried to untie the rope and tried to spit out the ball and call for help, but to no avail. Eventually, he tried to move to the bedside to ring the service bell.

In the end, he found that because the love chair vibrates violently when used, the hotel has thoughtfully fixed the chair to the floor.

This cut off Van der Waals' last hope. He began to "whine" vigorously until he was exhausted.

But no one could hear it. No one will knock on his door for a day or a night.

He began to be enveloped in fear and loneliness, and curled up with sadness.

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Zhuang Yan's flight landed at Ben-Gurion International Airport, and after dropping off the passengers, he hurriedly handed over the flight, quietly left the airport with his suitcase, found a hotel to spend the night, and prepared to take the first bus in the morning to Jerusalem tomorrow morning.

Tel Aviv is only an hour's drive from Jerusalem, and although it is not far, Zhuang Yan is not willing to take the risk of traveling overnight. So he reluctantly spoke to the locals in English and found a hotel that looked the most formal.

When sleeping, Zhuang Yan has always been half-asleep and awake, and the wind and grass can make him sit up in shock. Thankfully, the Israelis in the neighborhood didn't seem to have the custom of chopping travelers into human buns, and the night passed quickly and peacefully.

Unfortunately, when Zhuang Yan was holding a cigarette and hurriedly walking to the bus stop with his suitcase waiting for the bus, he was suddenly rushed out and knocked into the air by a person, and the two people rolled on the ground, and suddenly rolled orange and gray. The two men exchanged two punches back and forth on the ground, Zhuang Yan was beaten by the stranger and his head buzzed, and his consciousness just became blurred, so he asked the stranger to cut his hands back, clamp him firmly, and drag him to stand up.

Zhuang Yan shook his head and reawakened his brain before he could open his eyes groggily and look at the stranger angrily.

It was a typical Asian, with a small flat head that had just squatted down to avoid the decapitation laser, so flat and neat that it looked like a plant that had been leveled by a gardener, and people couldn't help but want to reach out and touch it at a glance. The jagged cheekbones are like a tent to stretch out the yellow and wrinkled vicissitudes of life, the eyebrows are thick, the crow's feet are obvious, and the eyes are like lasers focused by a magnifying glass, so focused that they can roast ants to death. His lips are clean and beardless, which shows that although he is on the move, he maintains strict personal hygiene, which is a military habit.

When Zhuang Yan saw these details clearly, he realized that he had encountered a ruthless stubble, and the other party not only had the strength to beat ordinary people with two punches, but also had the meticulous scheming that was no less than that of the special reconnaissance company; So being raided and subdued by yourself is basically a basic skill. If the other party misses, then it's weird.

So Zhuang Yan restrained his anger and panted and pretended to be stupid: "What's wrong with you, why did you beat me?" "To confuse the public, he used English.

"Pretend to be with me! Speak your native language! "The other party still wants to fight.

Zhuang Yan turned his head to glare at the other party, frightened the fist, and spoke Dutch with his head high: "My name is Van der Waals Zhao, why did you hit me?" I'm going to sue you! ”

"Van der Waals Zhao!" Xing Yan burst and knocked Zhuang Yan's head down by an inch.

Zhuang Yan was furious and solemnly protested in rounded English: "You have made the wrong person!" I am a legal citizen with a Dutch passport, and the violence you inflicted on me would give rise to serious international disputes......"

"You're trying to get me to dig out the dick?" Xing Yan pulled out his handcuffs.

Zhuang Yan finally spoke Chinese: "Do you have something to say?" What's the noise. Put away the handcuffs and talk well, you see that the tourists are stunned by you. ”

Xing Yan put away the handcuffs and knocked another chestnut, knocking Zhuang Yan's head to smoke: "You are quite talented, kidnapping Dutch citizens, imprisoning them for 24 hours, throwing hostages in Hanting, pretending to be KLM flight attendants smuggled to Israel, quite imaginative?" You're really not afraid that Interpol will arrest you? ”

Zhuang Yan rubbed his head, a few tears flew out, and when he heard that the other party knew everything about his glorious deeds, he knew that he couldn't hide it, so he had to ask: "Who are you?" ”

"Xing Yan." Xing Yan took out a cigarette, lit a fire in his mouth, and then reached out to shake hands with Zhuang Yan, trying to reconcile: "The Republic of China, the head of the Ninth Operations Group of the Special Service of the National Security Bureau. I'll take you home. ”

(To be continued.) )