Mazzanti
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Saxon University
| | He is as guilty as love. (8th Dec 22 at 1:51am UTC) |   | Her throat was dry and her eyes were dry and painful, but she didn't even dare to swallow. She smiled stiffly and called out, "Lu Xiao." Yan Sui's walkie-talkie, which she held in the palm of her hand, did not press the call button. She lowered her head slightly, facing the satellite phone hidden in her chest pad, and said in a voice as clear as possible: "I was pointed at by a gun." Fu Zheng, who was crawling under the car and waiting for an opportunity to move, listened to the headset. She gasped slightly with a somewhat frightened and impatient tone. She raised the brim of her hat and looked along the gap in the chassis. At ten o'clock, the Somali near the fuel tank bent slightly against her back. He pursed his lips, turned the muzzle of the gun that had been aimed at the armed leader, and quietly pointed behind her. —— In the walkie-talkie, Lu Xiao, who finally discovered the danger of Yan Sui, almost lost control again: "This group of bastards, what they say is like farting. Are they still men?" Yan Sui listened to the chaos and shouted, "Stay in the car." As soon as her voice fell, she pressed the muzzle of the gun against her back and sent it forward. Yan Sui immediately shut up and looked at the armed leader who was leaning forward without blinking. In English, she asked without fear,classroom interactive whiteboard, "What on earth do you want to do?" The man standing in front of her lifted his lips and answered her in broken English: "You will know later." Unlike his impatience just now, he lowered his head and straightened his shirt, carefully straightening his rough fingers along the collar. He is much more respectable than other Somalis who wear baggy and ill-fitting clothes. He wears a gold-inlaid belt around his waist and a shirt that is not very smooth and has stains in many places, but it does not hinder his fastidiousness. Even the handle slanted on the shoulder was polished, and if the pine paint had not rubbed off the handle, it would not have been able to see that it was some years old. The government of Somalia exists in name only, different armed forces in different regions are divided, and wars continue all the year round. It is a human purgatory full of smoke and fire. It is a place where even the purest children in the world can pick up guns and kill people without blinking. Yan Sui never realized so clearly that the man in front of him was a cruel hunter in Somalia. She clenched her back teeth to prevent herself from showing any timidity. —— "I heard that you were on your way to Somali waters late at night to pay the ransom." He looked up in the direction of the car inland roar,75 inch smart board, through the window, obviously can not see anything, but his eyes as if the real straight to the land roar, not polite at all. He was motioning Lu Xiao to translate for him. The first to react to Lu Xiao was the mercenary who had been pressed by the Somalis. He was dissatisfied with the armed leader's act of breaking the agreement and acting on his own initiative. He was more worried that Yan Sui would not receive the final payment if he knew the truth. He argued angrily. At the same time as the mercenaries broke free of the Somalis, the thin Somalis, who had been standing beside the armed leader, suddenly fired at the mercenaries who were coming. The gunshot was close to the ear, not through the car door, not intended to penetrate the bulletproof window, not just as a threat, but the real bullet shot out of the barrel and sank into the body at a speed invisible to the human eye. Yan Sui saw with his own eyes that the blood on his face had faded, and before he could lift his breath, he watched the bullet shoot through the mercenary's chest, digital touch screen board ,smartboards in classrooms, and his expression of anger was fixed in an instant and stopped abruptly. —— At the same time, Fu Zheng squinted and aimed at the muzzle of the gun. What sounded before the gunshot was his exceptionally calm command: "Action." The sniper who hid in the high place ahead of time killed the Somali who threatened Yansui with a gun at the first time. The sudden shooting broke out suddenly after a short period of dead silence: "There is a sniper!" Yan Sui had not yet recovered, and watched helplessly as the armed leader nearest to him stretched out his hand to grab it. The solid palm just clasped her shoulder, and the force that seemed to crush her made her "hiss" and try to get rid of it. Suddenly, he realized that the man who had grabbed him had a dull hum, his knees were weak, and he fell to his knees heavily, grabbing her and dragging her down. The next second, Fu Zheng turned out from the bottom of the car, bent his knees against his chin and pushed hard. The force shattered the mandible of the armed leader in an instant.
Without letting the other side have a chance to resist, Fu Zheng grabbed his wrist clasped on Yan Sui's shoulder with one hand and twisted it with his backhand. The armed leader was in pain, and his mandible was crushed. The painful hum almost burst out from the depths of his throat, like a trapped animal, lamenting. He tried to resist, five fingers hard, blue veins burst, but the leg was shot, has been removed from the support, watching Fu Zheng slightly bent elbow, a blow that makes people have no resistance to completely make him lose consciousness. Yan Sui's breath had not yet come up, his shoulder was pinched and hurt, and he had just been dragged to the ground by the armed leader, and his knees were so soft on the ground that he had no strength at all. The sound of gunfire reverberated in my ears, and I couldn't tell who was who. She was shivering, her bones trembling with the cold of the Somali night, and she had been carrying that strength all the time, and could not slow down for a long time. The light of the searchlight swayed with the movement of people, until it reached her eyes. Her eyes were suddenly blurred, and then she felt that she had been picked up from the ground with one arm clasped around her waist. She looked up and saw the cold pool of eyes. —— Fu Zhengren leaned on herself, supported her firmly with one arm, and quickly retreated to the back of the car. The car had stopped at the side of the road, Fu Zhengxian took her to evacuate, under the cover of sniper fire, escorted her all the way to the front of the car, half holding and half hugging her into the car, the line of sight inadvertently fell on the strange shape of the chest, suddenly remembered that he had heard a hazy and vague voice all the way from where, suddenly some uncomfortable to move his eyes. Yan Sui followed his gaze to his chest, grabbed the collar with one hand, and reached into the chest pad with the other hand to take out the satellite phone that had fallen askew. His frightened face was still pale and bloodless. He looked at Fu Zheng with a smile and said, "Sir, I'm sorry." The author has something to say: knock on the blackboard! At present, the update frequency is more difficult to write after writing, so the update time is not controlled. I will try my best to work at 8 o'clock in the evening. If I fail to keep the appointment,smartboards for business, I will inform you in advance, including asking for leave. So develop a good habit of reading copywriting, so as not to waste time and smile. hsdsmartboard.com | |
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