When the gunshots came, Tang Jianjun immediately jumped up from his seat, grabbed the phone receiver, picked it up and put it to his ear and then dropped it. No need to ask, the phone line must have been cut off.
He took out his mobile phone from his trouser pocket and walked out while dialing. When passing by Liu Handong, he did not forget to remind him: "Find a place to hide quickly, be careful of stray bullets."
Liu Handong looked around. There was nowhere to hide. The gunshots were getting closer and closer. He was really unlucky. He encountered a terrorist attack just after arriving in Pakistan. Where could he find excuses?
There was a screeching sound of brakes outside, and then the door was kicked open. A bright flashlight shone in, and unintelligible dialects filled my ears. The image of the Taliban in the news came to life with a big beard, an Arab robe, and an AK47 automatic rifle.
appear before your eyes.
Tang Jianjun could speak the local language. He danced and loudly negotiated with the other party, but was knocked to the ground by a gun butt. Liu Handong stood in the room with nowhere to escape. Faced with the black muzzle of the gun, he could only raise his hands in surrender.
This is a turbulent area close to Afghanistan, not the prosperous Omi City. The gangsters in my hometown are just bluffing. A troll can alert the provincial department. I am afraid that dispatching armed helicopters is commonplace here. With Liu Handong's courage and ability
, one of the best in Omi, but it’s not enough to see here, it annoys people, and everything you eat will no longer taste good as soon as the shuttle comes over.
The gunmen roughly pushed Tang Jianjun out of the door, and then escorted Liu Handong out. Three or four automatic rifles were pointed at his head. Liu Handong did not dare to act rashly, so he cooperated obediently and went out and got into a pickup truck. There were already two people squatting in the car.
They are the hostages captured by ***.
It was past nine o'clock at night. The suburbs of Peshawar were not as brightly lit as in China, but the night sky was quite clear. You could see the stars and the tracer bullets fired by machine guns in the distance, both red and green, which were better than those fired during the New Year.
The fireworks bombs are beautiful.
This was a sudden attack. The gangsters roared in in two Chinese-made ZTE pickup trucks and a Japanese off-road vehicle. One of the pickup trucks was equipped with a large-caliber high-level dual-purpose machine gun.
Holding an RPG rocket launcher and an old-fashioned British Enfield rifle, they looked at him with murderous intent.
The construction site was already in chaos. The workers were running away, all the lights were turned off, and only the car lights illuminated the road ahead. When the convoy rushed out of the gate, Liu Handong saw the corpse of a Pakistani guard lying in the guard box, with the automatic rifle still in his hand.
, his eyes were slightly opened, and his chest was stained with blood.
The convoy was advancing at high speed and speeding along the asphalt road. Liu Handong wanted to jump out of the car, but the armed men in the car were very vigilant, with their fingers on the trigger. If they made the slightest move, they would be beaten into a hornet's nest immediately, so he still
Discarded this idea.
Suddenly the headlights of the car ahead turned on. It turned out that the Pakistani security forces who had received the alert arrived.
A pickup truck equipped with a large-caliber machine gun was lying on the road. The gunman opened fire at the security forces. A series of 12.7mm bullet casings were thrown into the air. The sound of the gunfire was deafening. The orange muzzle flash was particularly eye-catching in the night, making the gunman's face stand out.
It's ferocious.
The military vehicle on the opposite side was set on fire and exploded. The security forces soldiers got out of the car and fired back. Taliban fired a false shot. The car rushed down the roadbed and traveled on the gravel wasteland, slowing down a lot.
A hostage in the same car suddenly got violent and jumped out of the car. He fell to the ground and rolled around. Before he could run a few steps, he was shot by a gunman in the car behind him with a rifle. The gunman used an old-fashioned bolt.
When he fired the rifle, he pulled the bolt with two fingers. The movement was neat and natural. He was able to hit a moving target on a high-speed vehicle and only used one bullet. This showed his skill as a marksman. Liu Handong, who was about to make a move, immediately gave up the idea of jumping out of the vehicle.
Tang Jianjun covered his eyes in pain. Another fat man in the same car was so frightened that his pants were wet. Liu Handong was still amazed by the militants' precise marksmanship. This kind of psychological quality and combat skills have not been experienced by our army.
There is no way that actual special forces can compare with others.
The unlucky guy who was beaten to death came on the same plane. I didn't know his name, but I heard him brag all the way, saying that he had been a scout before. It seemed that what he said was true. He was very brave but just unlucky.
Liu Handong had seen blood and had more than ten lives on his hands, so he had a very strong psychological quality. Not only was he not afraid at this moment, he was actually secreting adrenaline and feeling faintly excited.
He didn't sympathize with the colleague who was killed because this was war, at least that's what he thought.
The three vehicles drove forward for another half an hour, and finally stopped under the moonlight. Two covered trucks came to meet them. The Tully squad got out of the vehicle, shouted and drove the three hostages out of the vehicle, and searched their bodies.
All personal belongings were covered with black hoods, hands tied behind their backs, and put into a truck.
"Don't be afraid, they won't kill us." Manager Tang consoled him in the dark, but he was hit by a gun butt immediately.
Liu Handong had some respect for this man named Tang. He remained calm in times of crisis and tried to appease his employees. He was a good leader.
Manager Tang is right. If Taliban wants to kill someone, he can just shoot him in the head and be done with it. He won't bother to take the person back. According to past news, our country's diplomatic institutions are still very powerful.
Especially if the incident happened in Pakistan, it would be easier to solve it. Just find a few tribal elders to coordinate and exchange the person back with some dollars. After all, we are harmless little white rabbits with evil intentions, and we are not the American emperor who is angry with both humans and gods.
After bumping around in the truck for several hours, he finally arrived at his destination. The temperature dropped significantly. Wearing a single layer of coat was no longer enough to protect him from the cold. Liu Handong's sixth sense told him that this was already Afghanistan.
Being in the dark for a long time, Liu Handong had to rely on hearing and smell to observe the surrounding environment. He heard the barking of dogs and donkeys, smelled the stench of livestock, the aroma of mutton, and the smell of diesel engines and gun oil.
The footsteps probably came from more than twenty armed men.
Someone opened the tailgate of the car, pulled them out, pushed them into a room, took off their hoods, and closed the door with a clang.
The house was made of earth blocks, with a rough horsehair blanket spread on the floor. The windows were so small that no one could get out.
"Don't panic, don't be afraid, the motherland will rescue us." Tang Jianguo's voice was a little dry, but still calm.
"Mr. Tang, my child is only five years old. I can't die." The fat man cried with tears streaming down his face. In the enclosed space, his wet crotch gave off an unpleasant smell.
"Stop howling. If you want to kill me, kill me sooner rather than later." Liu Handong cursed angrily, and slowly moved his hands from behind to under his buttocks, then moved them to his chest, and bit the rope with his teeth.
.
Tang Jianjun's eyes lit up: "Your name is Liu Handong, have you ever been a soldier?"
"Yeah." Liu Handong responded casually.
"Which unit has it participated in a battle?" Tang Jianjun moved over and said, "Help me untie the rope."
Liu Handong ignored him and walked to the side of the window and glanced outside. There were two sentries with guns outside the door. On the rooftop in the distance, there were gunmen holding Soviet SVD sniper rifles on duty.
This armed force was still very amateurish. Liu Handong made a judgment. How could the snipers be exposed? They should hide in hiding places and monitor the overall situation. It seemed that he had overestimated them.
He turned around and untied Tang Jianjun. Just as he was about to speak, Tang Jianjun said, "You will cooperate with me later, and you will do whatever I tell you to do."
Fatty Bai cried: "Mr. Tang, there is still me."
Tang Jianjun untied his rope and comforted him: "Don't be afraid if we fight later, just run away."
Fatty Bai cried: "But where are you going?"
"Go south, this is Afghanistan. You can only return to Pakistan by running south. But the car has been driven for so long, at least several hundred kilometers, and running on two legs is useless." Liu Handong said coldly.
"Then what should we do?" Fatty Bai was desperate. "If you run, you will die. If you don't run, you will die. Besides, I can't figure out where south is."
Liu Handong shook his head helplessly. Just as he was about to explain to him how to use stars to identify directions in the wild, he suddenly heard footsteps approaching from far away. He quickly tied up Fatty Bai and Tang Jianjun again, but with live buckles.
It opens with a shake.
The door lock was opened, and several soldiers walked in and took Fatty Bai and Tang Jianjun out. Liu Handong's heart was in his throat. Was he going to shoot someone?
The fat white man also guessed this and was so frightened that the Taliban soldiers were furious, kicked him to the ground, beat him severely, and dragged him away.
Half an hour later, the two came back. The fat man had a bruised nose and swollen face, but Tang Jianjun was safe and sound.
"What's going on?" Liu Handong asked.
"For interrogation, they have to confirm their identity." Tang Jianjun seemed very relaxed, "They are probably not terrorists with political demands, but cross-border bandits who want to kidnap foreigners to make ends meet. They came after me, and I am the one they want to kidnap.
I am very happy that I got what I wanted."
Liu Handong also breathed a sigh of relief and said to Fatty Bai: "What about him? What kind of official is he? Could it be that he is the branch secretary of the project department?"
Tang Jianjun smiled bitterly: "He is our cook. Because he is fat, he is regarded as a leader."
The fat man sighed and frowned.
"What's the next step? Don't run away?" Liu Handong asked.
"There is no need to take risks for the time being and wait for rescue to be organized. The diplomatic relations between our country and Pakistan are quite good, and we are here to assist in the construction. The military will definitely increase its rescue efforts, and the diplomatic agencies will also mediate in various ways to ensure the safety of our lives."
Tang Jianjun seemed to be full of confidence.
…
The Chinese Embassy in Islamabad was brightly lit all night long. Four Chinese construction workers were kidnapped by unidentified armed men at the Peshawar Thermal Power Plant site. The emergency plan has been activated. Diplomats urgently met with officials from the Pakistani Ministry of Foreign Affairs to demand the rescue of our personnel as soon as possible.
A few hours later, bad news came. The local security forces found the body of a kidnapped hostage in the wilderness. He was shot in the chest and died. It seemed that he had been executed.
Beijing, Zhongyan Huang Headquarters Building, Zheng Jia stepped into the elevator in high heels and heard someone talking about the attack on the Peshawar Power Plant project.
"Is the loss big?" Zheng Jiayi interjected and asked.
"Some equipment was damaged and four people were missing. Two of them were very unlucky. They were kidnapped just after they came from China."
Zheng Jiayi's heart was pounding. After arriving in his office, he quickly turned on his computer to read the news. There were reports on Weibo, but the specific name of the kidnapped person was not mentioned.
"I hope it's not such a coincidence." Zheng Jiayi touched her chest, her heart palpitating for no reason making it difficult for her to calm down.
After a while, the list of kidnapped employees appeared on the internal sharing, and Liu Handong's name was clearly listed.
Zheng Jia closed her eyes and put her hand on her forehead trying to calm down. It took ten minutes to calm down. She picked up the phone and dialed an internal number and asked coldly: "Is it Yang Xu?"
"Jiayi, are you looking for me?" The other party was very enthusiastic.
"I want to ask you, why did you temporarily transfer Liu Handong to Pakistan? You did this even though you knew there were risks there. Do you want to kill him?"
"Jiayi, please listen to my explanation. This is a coincidence."
"I'm waiting for your written explanation!" Zheng Jia hung up the phone angrily. The day before yesterday, she and Liu Handong met Yang Xu in a bar. This guy didn't know why he was crazy or jealous. He actually used his connections to tell Liu Handong's dispatch destination.
I changed my position and was sent to Peshawar without any training.