This time, Cheng Keer speeded up without thinking.

If you don’t hurry, if the bomb blows up, how many people will be killed or injured?

"Old dragon, what do you want to see what the girl is going to do?" Mo Yunting looked forward to looking at the man sitting beside him.

Long Aochen.

There is no expression on Jun’s face, and even Long Aochen, who has not lifted his eyelids, does not intend to answer Mo Yunting’s words.

Mo Yunting smiled and laughed. When this 10,000-year-old iceberg was hard to open, it was so interesting that he continued to appreciate it.

The problem is the bomber who came over... Look at the dragon arrogant and calm, how dare he had expected?

Talking about business with Long Aochen, he wouldn’t even move his eyelids without a dozen digits. But as long as Long Aochen can see it, the business guarantee is huge.

Over there, Cheng Keer has already explained the situation she saw to the police uncles in English. Fortunately, the police uncles still understand English. I will be alert at once.

The person behind Cheng Keer thought she had reported the police and glanced at each other and gradually retreated.

Just as the police were preparing for the next move, they only heard a shot from the crowd.

The situation in the Middle East is often unstable, and the gunshots are heard, and the people on the streets are immediately tangled up. I was rushing to find a sheltered place, and some even squatted directly on the ground.

Cheng Keer clearly saw that the man with the bomb on his body had a gun in his head and fell softly on the ground.

As a result, the threat should be lifted.

"Wow, a shot, the old dragon, is your person?" Mo Yunting clap his hands and take out a man's head horse 'Louis XIII' from the box filled with ice cubes next to it, '啪'There was a drink.. "Good job, old dragon, come and have a drink."

"The first one, who can guarantee not to come to the second? Yunting, take back the wine."

Mo Yunting’s action of pouring wine was in the air. He knew that it was not a joke in Syria. It can be said that life is at risk.

But he is not worried, because he followed Long Anchen.

When he first met Long Aochen, this man could be said to be mad for money. As long as you have money to earn, what Longtan Tiger Cave dare to go. But every time I can't die.

It is a man who can't even take death.

Unless Long Aochen wants to die.

He really admire.

In Long Aochen, he has both luck and strategy.

He has to count people, and no one in this world can run.

Mo Yunting shrugged and put Louis XIII down, hey, unfortunately this wine.

That’s tens of thousands of people’s noses.

At this moment, Long Aochen’s cell phone rang, and Long Aochen listened for a while and hung up the phone. “The man will not come, go back to the hotel first.”

Mo Yunting’s mouth became ‘o’ shaped

There is a saying in the business world. It is better to sin against the emperor and to sin the sinister. This ‘Chendi’ is what Long Aochen said.

a character that makes you want to be your enemy for life.

Heaven, dare to cool the dragon's ‘about’?

That person really doesn't want to live.

Rolls Royce slowly left, the chaos on the street, just like it has nothing to do with it.

Seeing that the group of people behind him did not catch up, Cheng Keer was greatly relieved. When I was preparing to think of a way to return to China, my brain suddenly felt a pain and my eyes were black.

At the moment she lost her consciousness, she saw several blindfolded men standing behind her...

I don't know how long I have been in a coma. When Cheng Keer woke up, the head was still hurting.

She is knocked out

Wandering around the nose is a stench of odor when it rots, stimulating the nerves of Cheng Keer. Consciousness quickly gathered, she opened her eyes.

It’s a dark one, and all the walls are on the walls. Where is it?

There were some voices from outside, and the Arabic language was spoken. Cheng Keer looked out the door and suddenly looked pale.

Day, here is the cell

She was taken into the cell.

Slow, dare because she told the police about the horror, the attacker?

Cheng Keran stood up hard and ran to the door, grabbing the iron pillars in his cell and looking out.

Several armed Arab militants were standing outside the cell and some were patrolling.

It looks like she is in the thief’s nest.

At this moment, Cheng Keer’s heart is broken.

They are all caught here, the opportunity to live alive... that is quite embarrassing.

In her mind, she could not help but think of a militant holding a hostage, and then bargaining with a certain head of state.

Isn't this the case only on TV?

Cheng Keer leaned against the wall and fell to the ground.

She is completely out of touch with her loved ones at the moment. Who will save her?

Sad in her heart, she could not help but hold the necklace pendant.

Necklace pendant A key-like object with three numbers above it..103.

In order not to let the numbers get worn out, Grandma gave the crystal to the pendant. This pendant has a special intimacy for Cheng Keer. Whenever she is helpless, holding it, she will feel that her loved one is guarding her.

At this moment, Cheng Keer’s eyes touched a corner of the dungeon, and there seemed to be curling up...

The shadow is very small, motionless, Cheng Keer said in his heart, will not be a body?

Cheng Keer hesitated for a while, considering whether to look over. But after thinking about it, what else is worse than her current situation?

She slowly approached the little black shadow and found it was a little boy.

About a white boy from seven to eight years old

All of a sudden, Cheng Keer’s feeling of fear was swept away, and he quickly walked forward and shook the little boy. “Hey, wake up.”

The little boy did not answer her, her eyes narrowed slightly, and she looked at her invisibly and then closed.

Cheng Keran frowned and reached out and touched his forehead.

In fever

The temperature on the forehead of the boy is hot, and if it is not rescued, the situation is quite dangerous.

Cheng Keer looked around and found a bowl of water behind the door and some dusty bread. She remembered that she had some anti-inflammatory and cold medicines. I quickly took the water and held the little boy in my arms.

"Children, my sister doesn't know what your name is, but you listened well. You are burning now. My sister wants to feed you to take some antipyretics. Can you open your mouth?" Cheng Keer said in English while wet with water. The lips of the wet little boy.

The little boy didn't have any consciousness. The disease almost exhausted all his strength. In the end, he barely opened his mouth.

Cheng Keer quickly and water, feeding him medicine. Then take the bread over, tear the dirty part out, soak the bread with water, slowly, carefully feeding the little boy.

Just then, the door was suddenly opened and several armed men came in and the muzzle was directed at her.

Cheng Keer was shocked. He would not execute the gun now, decided?

God, although her life is not perfect, she still does not want to die.

"Please don't do it..."

"boom-"

Cheng Keer’s words of pleading were halfway through, and suddenly a huge explosion came, and she felt the whole space swaying a few times.

The armed men did not know what to say. After a while, one of them shouted to Cheng Keer. "Take the boy and walk with us."

Cheng Keer nodded and quickly carried the boy on his back.

She knows that she can't resist at this bone, or she will be sieved by bullets.

Several armed men ‘protected’ her rapid evacuation, and the bullets, explosions, and wailing sounds that came from all sides, Cheng Keer only looked down and walked.

She knew that she was hesitant, she did not become a sieve, but turned into a meat sauce.

Suddenly, I don’t know who yelled, everyone couldn’t respond, and a hand, a durian, and a bomb exploded in a place not far from Cheng Keer.

‘Boom’, Cheng Keer instinctively kept the little boy in his arms, watching a big man fly towards himself...

The impact of the explosion was too great, and she was slammed into the wall, and she became confused.

Fighting for the last effort, Cheng Keer opened his eyes and saw a man coming from the raging fire. With a domineering kingdom.

Even giving the illusion that this man, as long as he turned his hand, can provoke a fight in the whole world...

Cheng Keer’s eyes gradually darkened, and in the moment she lost her consciousness, she brushed a touch of thought in her mind—

Is Satan coming?

"Don't come over, don't come over... don't kill me"

With a scream, Cheng Keer woke up.

She dreamed that many people chased her and held various weapons in her hand.

Scared her, but fortunately it was a dream.

Cheng Keer licked his face and found himself cold sweat. Then the whole body is like a separate frame, and the faint pain is retained in the body.

Fortunately, she is still alive.

It is best to take a hot bath now, think of this, Cheng Keer opened his quilt and turned to the ground -

Slow, where is this?

Such as the magnificent palace decoration, you can see where the local tyrants live. Looking at this bedroom, it’s a big deal.

But how it looks like it looks like it is in the hotel.

Cheng Keer looked around N times and then settled on the rich food next to the table.

"Hey..."

The stomach was protesting. She remembered that she seemed to have eaten more than one day.

The question is how long has she been in a coma?

The smell of the food is very attractive. She intended to take a shower and decided to fill her stomach first. It’s not uncomfortable to be willing to wait for her to eat. It’s not too late to wash after eating.

Cheng Keer went down to the table and walked to the table. When she sat down on the chair, she asked lowly. "Is there anyone here?"

No one answered.

"I want to eat?"

Still no one answered.

oK, she ‘please’ has passed, no one cares about her, that means she can eat.

Thinking of this, Cheng Keer did not care whether it was clean or not, whether there was any poison in the food, and when he tore a roast chicken feet, he stuffed it into his mouth.

The experience of these two days was so horrifying that she would rather be a ghost than a ghost.

Say the things here are delicious, and the colorful juice drinks on the table are also delicious.

After drinking the juice on his hand, Cheng Keer touched his belly and announced that he would leave the ‘battlefield’.

"You can still eat something, then you should die."

Suddenly, a low-spirited male voice rang behind him, scared that Cheng Keer almost fell from the chair to the ground.

Turning her head, she was on a pair of cold, deep eyes.