Carney told Yu Xiaoshan that Meng Kuan'er was the one who completely entered the Tali ban and came out peacefully, which means that she is recognized by Tali Ban to a certain extent, although she is not a friend, but later Meng Kuan'er's series of reports on Tali Ban perfectly showed the effect that Lao A wanted the world to be shocked.

Therefore, in this case, Meng Chuan'er was kidnapped, which made Lao A very unhappy.

Of course, this kind of unhappiness has not reached the stage where the armed forces can be dispatched for Meng Chuan'er, Lao A is the leader, he knows how to preserve the strength of his kingdom instead of consuming weapons for a Meng Chuan'er who can't beat with eight poles.

However, using the power of Tully ban to find out which bastard organization is operating this matter, and giving an accurate location information is still what Lao A is willing to do.

And this is what Yu Xiaoshan needs most.

There are two flowers, one on each branch.

When Meng Kuan'er opened her eyes, she was in a very dilapidated room, surrounded by mud walls, and the ceiling was supported by two pieces of wood that had been broken by insects, and a hook hung from the wood.

The ground is uneven, the whole house is like a turtle shell, and when the shell is lifted, it is purely a field, otherwise have you ever seen whose house has weeds and rocks?

On the ground covered with dust and gravel was a dark red blanket, the blanket was printed with colorful patterns, and it was woven from a coarse fiber similar to canvas.

There was a pillow on top of the blanket, dirty dark yellow, and the color of the pillow should have been white when you looked closely, but it was so dirty that it turned into a dark yellow.

The whole house has no windows, only a broken wooden door made of a mixture of various tree branches. Immediately next to the entrance is a silver metal barrel.

In the middle of the room was an old car battery with a simple light bulb. The light bulb hung on the wooden hook in the ceiling, and the hook swayed, and the bulb swayed, and the dim light wandered back and forth in the room, like many homeless undead.

A glimmer of light peeking through the broken wooden door could tell that it was daytime. But it's no different from a dark day, and if there were no light bulbs in this room, everyone would be like a blind man.

Meng Chuan'er didn't know how long she had been unconscious, but her entire abdomen was aching terribly, and every organ in her abdominal cavity, every corner of every organ was aching sharply and uninterruptedly.

Meng Chuan'er tried to touch herself, and found that the wounds on her body had been bandaged, and the pain was accompanied by hunger that scratched her heart and liver. I was so hungry, so hungry that I wanted to eat when I saw the light bulb in the ceiling, and I was still thirsty, and my throat was like smoke.

As soon as the voice of "Hungry ......" came out, the hoarseness and exhaustion revealed startled Meng Chuan'er herself.

No one paid attention to her, so Meng Chuan'er switched the language to English: "Do you have anything to eat? I'm so hungry." ”

"You've just had a gastric perforation, and it's not serious, but I'm afraid you'll have to wait until you're gassing before you can eat. ”

Following the voice, Meng Chuan'er found that the person talking to her was a blonde and blue-eyed beauty, wearing a down jacket that was thick above her knees, and was tied to sit on the ground in the west corner, far away from Meng Chuan'er lying on the ground.

She was very dirty, her sky-blue down jacket was torn several times, and her face was painted (Northeast dialect, mottled dirty. But it can't hide the blue eyes and transparent white skin.

Seeing Meng Chuan'er's doubts, the blonde beauty introduced herself: "My name is Susanna, and I am a war correspondent of the United States in Kabuer. I can understand some of the Pashto language, and your injuries are the result of my eavesdropping on them. ”

The frail Meng Chuan'er hugged her fist at her, expressing herself with a particularly ancient and Chinese greeting, and that she could meet the same sympathy and respect for her peers in distress. "My name is Meng Chuan'er. ”

Suzanne smiled brightly: "I know, you're the Tiger girl." ”

Meng Chuan'er tugged at the corners of her mouth and smiled reluctantly: "Can't I even drink water now?"

"Yes, you're just out of anesthesia, and you can't drink water or eat anything until you've ventilated. ”

Hunger, thirst, and pain were like three machine guns swooping out in turn, which made this invincible little leopard a little frustrated. She flipped her lower body slightly and tried to lie on her side, but her back was stuck against a sharp stone.

Meng Kuan'er thought about her family, and she didn't want her mother to receive a call from headquarters in the middle of the night to be told that she had been kidnapped. She also didn't want Li Fenglong and Zhang Chao's families to face the cruelty of two people who couldn't even find a decent piece of corpse.

She was deeply saddened by the thought of this, as a war correspondent, she had interviewed countless families who had been broken down by the death or disappearance of their loved ones, and each of them had suffered immensely.

She really can't imagine what kind of mood her parents and Li Fenglong and Zhang Chao's parents will be now, they must be very, very sad, and her parents must be very anxious in addition to being sad. The only daughter disappeared in plain sight.

In this war-torn country, Meng Chuan'er stepped on the tips of her mother and father's hearts every day when she was fighting for her ideals. Thinking about it like this, I am really unfilial.

Meng Chuan'er also thought of Yu Xiaoshan, and she reached into her trouser pocket - fortunately, the stone of special significance was still there. Warm and smooth, the pulp is delicate, as if it is still carrying Yu Xiaoshan's body temperature.

"Well, I'm waiting for your triumph. But there is one thing, if you dare to do something, I will definitely not spare you. I'm going to get you back, even if it's a poor one......!"

This sentence suddenly came out of his mind, and Meng Chuan'er laughed bitterly self-deprecatingly: You can't find me in the Yellow Spring, just this broken place, the fart big space, and two bald men with AKs are walking back and forth. It is expected that there will definitely be guards at the door.

"Are you awake?" said one of the bald heads, who could speak English.

Meng Kuan'er didn't react.

"Are you alright?"

You, no, it's okay??? you were shot and had surgery for a perforated stomach, and as soon as you woke up, you had a heart-rending pain in your entire abdominal cavity, and you didn't fart and didn't let you drink or eat, and then the gunman, at least with the gunman, asked, "Are you okay?"

Meng Chuan'er thinks this is the funniest joke she has encountered when she grows up, and it is funnier than any plot in the book. It's so funny that she wants to strangle that stupid bald head.

Meng Chuan'er snorted coldly and said, "Allah's peace is on you, but Allah's peace is not on me." ”

Suzanne couldn't hold back a "poof" laugh.

The bald head viciously pointed a gun at Susanna: "Be honest! ”

Suzanne put away her smile, and her eyes showed very pitiful fear: "Don't be like this, Susicha, I won't laugh anymore." Please don't point a gun at me, you will get money from me, if you kill me, there will be no money, please don't hurt me, please. ”

Meng Chuan'er can clearly feel that her treatment is different from Susanna's, she is not tied up by a rope - it is possible that she will not be able to run because she is not tied.

The bald heads were not as arrogant and unreasonable towards her as they were towards Susanna. Meng Chuan'er knows that this is a national problem, she is from China, these people don't seem to hate China, but Mi Guo is a thorn in their side. In their eyes, all the people of the United States deserve to die.

I don't know who this wave is, although they are wearing traditional Afghan clothes, but they don't wear turbans, and both of them are bald, I don't know if the others are.

Meng Chuan'er was very worried about Susanna, so she began to talk to the bald head named Susica, trying to change the topic for Susanna: "Susica, hello, my name is Meng Chuan'er. You speak great English, where did you learn it?"

"Meng Rideer (due to the accent problem, he can't say the words Meng Stringer, it sounds like Meng Rideer), hello. I learned it when I was in school in Bajistan. ”

"Peshawar?"

"No, in the south, as a child. We learn Pashto, Fas, and English. Do you know Fassi?"

In fact, the Fassi language in his mouth is Persian, which is prevalent in the north of Afuhan and Pashto in the south. Most Afghan people are bilingual, and if the kidnapper is from northern Afghanistan and travels all the way to Bajistan, he would prefer to use Fas.

Meng Chuan'er shook her head.

"You only speak English?"

"My mother tongue is Chinese. ”

"Are you from China?" asked Susicha.

"Yes, that's my home country. ”

Susicha smiled, showing her white teeth: "China is very good, China is very big and beautiful." ”

"Of course," Meng said, "the Chinese are very friendly and welcoming, you should go over and have a look if you have the chance, and I can be your guide if you want." ”

It's a bizarre scenario, where a hostage is in a dilapidated house talking to a robber with a gun about being his tour guide.

However, Meng Chuan'er still obtained some information from the limited conversation: she was operated on and did not want her to die, it is very likely that she was recognized by chance, and judging from Susanna's words, these people should threaten the government with Suzanne and get the ransom.

Then for yourself, greater fame means more ransom. But the bald head in front of her doesn't even know whether she is Chinese or not, indicating that she is just a lowest-level executor.

Another bald head joined the conversation: "If it's good there, what are you doing in our country?" I forgot to introduce myself, my name is Dehara. ”

Because of these words, Meng Chuan'er's throat was dry and uncomfortable, and when she was extremely hungry and thirsty, a smell of soapy water returned to her throat and eyes, which made her throat extremely painful.

But she tried to convey a sense of peace and friendliness: "I'm here to cover the war, I'm a journalist. Susanna, like me, is also a journalist. We're just journalists, we respect you, we're neutral. ”

Dehala was furious: "You are journalists, tell me, why are the soldiers of her country here, why are you killing our people?"

Unable to control his emotions as he spoke, Dehara began to become irritable, and he took an enamel glass of water and threw it at Susanna's head. Then he approached Suzanne step by step.