Vol 3 Chapter 1598: Angel or Satan

This time, Cheng Keer ran faster without thinking.
If you don’t hurry, if the bomb goes out, how many casualties will there be?
"Lao Long, what do you think the girl is going to do?" Mo Yunting looked expectantly at the man sitting beside him.
Long Aochen.
There was no expression on Jun's face, and Long Aochen, who didn't even lift his eyelids, didn't intend to answer Mo Yunting's words.
Mo Yunting smiled. When this 10,000-year-old iceberg had a rare golden mouth, things were too interesting, and he continued to appreciate it slowly.
The problem is that the bomber who walked over...Looking at Long Aochen's calm and relaxed look, did he dare to have expected it a long time ago?
Talking about business with Long Aochen, he can't even move his eyelids for less than a dozen digits. But as long as Long Aochen is eye-catching, that business is guaranteed to be a huge profit.
Over there, Cheng Keer had already explained what she had seen to the police uncles in English. Fortunately, the police uncles still understand English. Suddenly became vigilant.
The people behind Cheng Keer thought she had called the police, winked at each other, and gradually backed away.
Just as the police were preparing for the next move, they could only hear a ‘bang’ gunshot from the crowd
The situation in the Middle East is often unstable. When the gunshot came out, people all over the street immediately became a mess. They scrambled to find sheltered places, and some even stuck directly on the ground.
Cheng Ke'er clearly saw that the man with the bomb strapped to his body was shot in the head and fell softly to the ground.
In this way, the threat should be lifted.
"Wow, a headshot, Lao Long, is it yours?" Mo Yunting clapped his hands and took out a Remy Louis XIII Cognac from the box full of ice cubes next to him. The wine was opened with a thud: "Well done, Lao Long, come and have a drink."
"Here comes the first one, who can guarantee not to come second? Yunting, take the wine back."
Mo Yunting's pouring action froze in the air. He knew very well that this visit to Syria was not a joke, it could be said that his life would be in danger at any time.
But he was not worried, because he came with Long Aochen.
When he knew Long Aochen, this man could be said to be so crazy for money that he didn't even want his life. As long as you have money to make money, you dare to go to any Longtan Tiger Den. But I can't die every time.
He was a man who couldn't even take death away.
Unless Long Aochen wants to die by himself.
He really admired it.
In Long Aochen, he had luck and strategy at the same time.
He wants to count people, no one in this world can escape
Mo Yunting shrugged and put down Louis XIII. Hey, what a pity this wine.
That would require tens of thousands of people's nose
At this moment, Long Aochen's cell phone rang. After listening for a while, Long Aochen hung up the phone: "That person won't be here, go back to the hotel first."
Mo Yunting's mouth opened into an ‘o’ shape
There is a saying in the business world: Ning to offend Emperor Yan, don't offend "Chendi". This ‘Chendi’ is talking about Long Aochen.
A character who makes you never want him to be your enemy
God, dare you to express Long Aochen's "meeting"?
That person really doesn't want to live anymore
Rolls-Royce left slowly, and the chaos on the street seemed to have nothing to do with it.
Seeing that the group of people behind did not catch up again, Cheng Keer was greatly relieved. When I was about to think of some way to return to China, there was a sudden pain in the back of my head and my eyes went dark--
At the moment she lost consciousness, she saw a few covered men standing behind her...
I don't know how long I have been in a coma. When Cheng Ke'er woke up, the other end was still aching.
She was knocked out
What lingers in the nose is a rotten smell when something rots, which stimulates Cheng Keer's nerves. Consciousness quickly gathered, and she opened her eyes.
What you see is a dark area with walls on all sides. Where is this place?
Some voices were heard outside, speaking in the local Arabic language. Cheng Keer looked out the door, suddenly pale.
God, this is a cell
She was put in a cell.
Wait a minute, is it because she told the police about the terrorist, attacker?
Cheng Keer struggled to stand up and ran to the door, holding the iron pillar in the cell with both hands and looking out.
Several armed Arab militants with live ammunition stood outside the cell, and some were patrolling.
It looks like she's in the thieves' den
At this moment, Cheng Keer's heart is broken
All have been caught here, and the chance of getting out alive...that's pretty slim.
In her mind, she couldn't help but think of a certain militant taking hostages and then bargaining with the head of a certain great power.
Doesn't this situation only appear on TV?
Cheng Ke'er leaned weakly on the wall and sat down on the ground.
She is completely out of touch with her relatives at this moment, who will save her?
Feeling sad, she involuntarily held the necklace pendant.
The necklace pendant is an object similar to a key, and there are three numbers on it: 103.
In order to prevent the numbers from being worn off, grandma gave the pendant a crystal. This pendant has a special kind of intimacy to Cheng Keer. Whenever she feels helpless, holding it, she feels like her relatives are guarding her by the side.
At this moment, Cheng Ke'er's eyes touched a corner of the dungeon, and there seemed to be something curled up there...
The black shadow was small and motionless, Cheng Ke'er thought to herself, wouldn't it be a corpse?
Cheng Keer hesitated for a while, considering whether to go there and take a look. But after another thought, what could be worse than her current situation?
She slowly approached the little black shadow, and suddenly discovered that this was a little boy
A little white boy about seven to eight years old
All of a sudden, Cheng Keer's fear was wiped out, and he walked forward and shook the little boy: "Hey, wake up."
The little boy didn't answer her, his eyes opened slightly, he gave her a lifeless look and then closed.
Cheng Ke'er frowned and reached out and touched his forehead.
Having a fever
The temperature on the boy’s forehead is hot, and if he is not rescued, the situation is quite dangerous.
Cheng Ke'er looked around and found a bowl of water behind the door and some dusty bread. She remembered bringing some anti-inflammatory and cold medicine on her body when she came out. He quickly took the water and hugged the little boy in his arms.
"Little friend, my sister doesn't know your name, but listen well, you have a fever now, and my sister wants to feed you some anti-fever medicine. Can you open your mouth?" Cheng Keer said in English while drenching it with water. Wet the lips of the little boy.
The little boy had no consciousness. The disease almost exhausted all his strength. In the end, he reluctantly opened his mouth.
Cheng Keer hurriedly mixed with water and fed him medicine. Then he took the bread over again, tore the dirty part, soaked the bread soft with water, slowly and carefully fed the little boy to eat.
At this moment, the door was suddenly opened, and several armed men walked in and aimed their guns at her.
Cheng Ke'er was shocked, he wouldn't execute the gun now, right?
God, although her life is not perfect, she still doesn't want to die
"Please don't do it..."
"boom-"
In the middle of Cheng Ke'er's pleading, she suddenly heard a huge explosion, and she felt the whole space sway a few times.
The militants didn’t know what they were talking about. After a while, one of them yelled at Cheng Ke’er: "Take that boy and follow us."
Cheng Ke'er nodded and hurriedly carried the boy on his back.
She knew that she couldn't resist at this juncture, or she would be beaten into a sieve by bullets.
Several militants ‘protected’ her and evacuated quickly. The sound of bullets, explosions, and wailing sounded chaotically around her, and Cheng Keer just walked with her head down.
She knew that after hesitating, she was not a sieve, but a meat sauce.
Suddenly, I don’t know who yelled, and everyone was too late to react. A hand, grenade, and the bomb exploded not far from Cheng Keer.
With a ‘boom’, Cheng Ke’er instinctively held the little boy in his arms, and watched a big guy flying towards him...
The impact of the explosion was so great that she was violently ‘bumped’ against the wall, and her consciousness suddenly became a mess.
After exhausting her last effort, Cheng Ke'er opened her eyes and saw a man walking in the raging fire. With a domineering domineering over the world.
It even gives people the illusion that this man, as long as he flips his hand, he can provoke a fight in the entire world...
Cheng Ke'er's eyes gradually darkened, and the moment she lost consciousness, a thought flashed through her mind
Is it Satan coming?
"Don't come, don't come... Don't kill me"
With a scream, Cheng Ke'er woke up in shock.
She dreamed of many people chasing her with various weapons in their hands.
It scared her to death, but luckily it was a dream.
Cheng Keer covered her face and found herself in cold sweat. Then the whole body seemed to fall apart and reorganized, and the faint pain stayed in the body.
Fortunately, she is still alive.
It's better to take a hot bath now, thinking of this, Cheng Keer lifted the quilt and turned to go to the ground
Wait a minute, where is this?
Such as the palace-style magnificent decoration, you can see that it is where the local tyrants live. As far as this bedroom is concerned, it's too big to say
But it seemed like it was in a hotel.
Cheng Ke'er looked around N times, and then froze on the abundant food beside the table.
"Goo..."
The stomach was in protest. She remembered that she hadn't eaten for more than a day, right?
The question is how long has she been in a coma?
The scent of the food is very attractive. She was planning to take a bath and decided to fill her stomach first. It would be unsightly to dare to wait for her to eat, and it is not too late to wash after eating.
Cheng Keer got off the ground and walked to the dining table with hands and feet. The moment she sat down on the chair, she asked in a low voice: "Is anyone here?"
No one answered.
"I want to eat?"
Still no one answered.
ok, she'asked for instructions', no one paid attention to her, that means she can start eating.
Thinking of this, Cheng Keer didn't care whether it was clean or not, whether there was any poison in the food, she tore a roast chicken foot and stuffed it into her mouth.
The experience of these two days is too horrible, she would rather be a satiated ghost than a starving ghost.
In other words, the things here are delicious, and the colorful juice drinks on the table are also delicious.
After drinking the glass of juice in her hand, Cheng Keer touched her bulging belly and announced that she would step down from the'battlefield'.
"If you can eat something, then you should not die."
Suddenly, a low and magnetic male voice rang behind him, and Cheng Keer was so scared that Cheng Keer almost fell from his chair to the ground.
Turning her head, she met a pair of cold and deep eyes.