Tang Jianjun's confusion soon got the answer. This group of people was not a regular army at all. They dragged the two people out of the house very roughly and ordered them to kneel on the ground. Several prisoners were already kneeling next to them. The masked men used automatic rifles to kill them one by one.
Shooting them in the back of the head was a typical execution method.
The gunfire rang out, white and red splattered all over Tang Jianjun, and it was his turn next. The masked man came up behind him, raised his gun and started shooting, but only the sound of the firing pin was heard, and all the bullets were fired.
Tang Jianjun staggered and almost fell over. Before he could recover, the masked man replaced the magazine with a new one, skillfully pulled the handle to load the gun, and aimed at the back of Tang Jianjun's head again.
The project manager closed his eyes in despair. He never thought that he would die in this way in a foreign country. If he had known that he had just fought to the death, he would have been able to support a few people.
There was no gunfire, but someone in the distance shouted something, and the masked man put down his automatic rifle, at least he wouldn't kill them now.
The equipment of this group of armed men was obviously better than that of the first wave of kidnappers. They used AK74 small-caliber automatic rifles with brown-red magazines and American M4 carbines. Some of them even wore night vision goggles on their heads. Even those on the pickup truck
The heavy machine gun is also an American Browning.
Another group of prisoners were escorted out of their houses by armed men and slaughtered in the street. They shot them in the head without blinking an eye, just like a chef in a restaurant killing a chicken. In a short time, blood flowed into rivers and corpses were strewn everywhere.
They are the real Tully-Ban. Tang Jianjun finally understood.
The Taliban massacred the small village, not only killing all the people, but also confiscating weapons and food. Then they put Tang Jianguo and the fat cook into a Soviet GAZ truck covered with faded tarpaulin, followed by several Humvees.
Walk away.
Tang Jianjun's legs were weak after walking away from hell, and he could no longer think of anything else. He lay limply on the bumpy floor of the carriage, unable to move. As for the fat cook, he had already suffered a nervous breakdown and was like a zombie.
After the convoy disappeared into the night, Liu Handong crawled out of his hiding place. During the fierce battle just now, he took advantage of the situation and strangled an armed man from an unknown party to death. He also seized an old Chinese-made automatic rifle. With the gun in his hand, he felt
It's completely different, from a lamb waiting to be slaughtered to a beast of prey.
The battle situation soon came to a conclusion. The night attackers won a complete victory and wiped out all the kidnappers. Liu Handong could not understand the relationship between them, but it can be seen from the winner's massacre of the prisoners that the two sides had a deep hatred, and now there is a blood debt.
, and even more so without giving up.
Tang Jianjun and the fat cook were kidnapped, and it was probably more serious than the worst. Liu Handong weighed his own abilities and decided to save his life first.
The village had been washed with blood and there was no living person left. Liu Handong looked around with a gun and found that the corpses were all young and middle-aged men. There was no woman. This place was more like a camp than a village. He began to collect useful information.
He found something to eat in a house, including roasted naan, mutton, honey, figs, cheese, and goat's milk. He wolfed it down without ceremony. After eating, he found a satellite phone on the ground. He lowered his head to pick it up.
When I was walking, I suddenly noticed someone approaching. I rolled on the spot and raised my gun to take aim.
Standing at the door was a little boy holding a gun. He was the child who took care of their meals.
The little boy was holding an old-fashioned rifle. There seemed to be tears in his eyes and his hands were trembling.
"Don't be afraid, they have already left. Put down the gun, okay? I'll put it down first." Liu Handong tried to keep his tone calm and put the gun on the ground.
The little boy knew that he was a kidnapped hostage and not an enemy, so he put down his gun.
Liu Handong did not speak Pashto, and the two could only communicate briefly with gestures. The little boy walked outside, pointed at the corpse of a middle-aged man and said something, raising his arms from time to time to wipe his tears.
"What's your name?" Liu Handong asked.
The little boy couldn't understand what Liu Handong was talking about and shook his head in confusion.
Liu Handong pointed to his nose: "I, Liu Handong."
The little boy understood and pointed to his nose and said: "Ahmed, Hassan, Abdul Saleh."
Arab names are so long that Liu Handong only remembered the first name, Ahmed.
The deceased was probably Ahmed's father. Liu Handong was at a loss what to do. He didn't understand how a Muslim funeral should be carried out. It would be bad to do it rashly and against other people's teachings. However, it seemed even more inappropriate to leave his body in the wilderness like this. He thought
After thinking about it, he moved the body back into the house, wiped away the blood, and covered it with a blanket.
This satellite phone with a black shell looks like a combination of a walkie-talkie and an early Nokia mobile phone. The antenna is very thick, can be pulled out, extended, and turned. The model is Iridium9575. The screen is monochrome, and the battery power is less than one bar.
Who to call became a big problem. Liu Handong had just arrived and didn't know the police phone number in Pakistan. Even if he knew it, he couldn't tell it clearly. He also didn't know the number of the embassy in Islamabad. After much deliberation, he decided to call Zheng Jiayi.
As a person from Zhongyanhuang, she is also her friend, and more importantly, she has a special status. Others will definitely pay attention to Miss Zheng's words.
"God bless me, please don't have another meeting." Liu Handong prayed silently and dialed Zheng Jiayi's mobile phone number, not forgetting to add the international area code in front of it.
While he was playing, he did not forget to check his watch. It was three o'clock in the morning in Pakistan time. Beijing time belongs to the East Eighth District, which is three hours earlier than Pakistan. It should be six o'clock in the morning. It was not necessary to have a meeting. He was afraid that Zheng Jiayi would still come back.
Didn't wake up.
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In Beijing, at 6:15 in the morning, Zheng Jiayi was doing morning exercises at the indoor sports ground. This is a good habit she has developed over the years. She always runs in the morning abroad, but the air in the capital is so bad that she can only use an indoor treadmill.
As a senior manager of Zhongyanhuang Financial Department, her mobile phone is always with her because she has to pay attention to the changes in global stocks and futures, foreign exchange, and heavy metals at any time. For her, the mobile phone is not only a communication tool, but also an office work tool.
Utensils.
The ringtone rang. Who was calling so early? Zheng Jiayi got off the treadmill and took a white towel to wipe his sweat. He picked up the mobile phone and looked at the caller number first. It was an unfamiliar twelve-digit Iridium phone number.
Number.
The faces of several friends flashed through Zheng Jia's mind. Perhaps Jessica, who loves mountaineering, called him to show off at the top of Mount Everest, or Dalton, a sailing enthusiast, asked for help in the rough Atlantic Ocean.
?With random thoughts in my mind, I pressed the answer button.
A familiar and urgent voice came: "It's me, Liu Handong, I was kidnapped. Now in a small mountain village, I don't know if it is Pakistan or Afghanistan. A group of armed men just came and killed all the kidnappers. Only me is left."
One, Tang Jianjun and the cook were taken away by them, heading north, please help me notify the relevant parties and track this..."
The call was interrupted, and Zheng Jia yelled: "Hey!" She looked at her cell phone and saw that the battery was sufficient. It must be that the other party encountered something urgent. She did not call back immediately, but called Song Jianfeng's number.
Song Jianfeng is the number one leader of Zhongyanhuang. He is the chairman, general manager and party secretary. He is a ministerial-level official and a member of the National Energy Security Leading Group. Looking for him can avoid all kinds of troubles that imps can deal with and solve problems directly.
.
"Jiayi, what are you doing so early?" Song Jianfeng was on his way to work at this time. He was riding in a Hongqi hybrid car and wandering in the capital's morning rush hour traffic. The construction site of the Peshawar Thermal Power Plant project was attacked and two people were killed.
A Pakistani guard, a worker, and the project manager were kidnapped, which made him feel very depressed.
"Mr. Song, I just received a call from Liu Handong from Pakistan. He is now out of danger, but the situation has become complicated again. The kidnapper was killed by another group of armed men, and Tang Jianjun and another person were taken away by them!
"
Song Jianfeng was stunned for a moment. The list of kidnapped employees was sent to his desk immediately. He noticed the name Liu Handong, but he never thought that this Liu Handong was the other Liu Handong. He thought it was just a coincidence, but he didn't expect that it turned out to be Liu Handong.
Really! The kidnapped Liu Handong is Omi’s stupid young man Liu Handong.
"Jiayi, come to the company right away." Song Jianfeng hung up the phone and said to the secretary on the front seat: "Convene a meeting of the emergency team members immediately. They must all be present at 7:30."
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"Hey, hey, hey!" Liu Handong typed on the Iridium phone. The last bit of power was exhausted and he could no longer make calls.
It is impossible for such a remote mountain village to have electricity supply, but there should be equipment such as diesel generators. Liu Handong searched everywhere and found nothing. Suddenly, he suddenly realized that the diesel generator had been snatched away by the masked guys and was in vain.
effort.
The satellite phone was considered useless. Liu Handong threw it aside and asked Ahmed if there were any cars in the village. He made a gesture of holding the steering wheel and made a whining sound.
Ahmed nodded sharply, took him to a shack, lifted up a tarpaulin filled with dust, and revealed an old Soviet truck.
This car was really in bad shape, with bullet holes all over the body and a broken front bumper. It was probably an antique left over from the Soviet invasion of Afghanistan, but when I lifted the hood, I saw that the engine seemed to be in good condition.
It's useless even if the engine is intact, the battery is dead, there's no oil in the tank, and it won't start at all.
He pointed to Ahmed at the fuel tank and then at the battery in the cabin.
The little boy blinked, found a crankshaft from the debris, pounded it into a certain part of the engine and shook it violently. The other person was weak and had difficulty shaking it. Liu Handong took the crank and turned it a few times, and the old car actually turned
Bang Chi Bang Chi started.
Having a means of transportation is not enough, the satellite phone must be charged, and there is no cigarette lighter socket on this old truck. Liu Handong gestured to Ahmed and asked Ahmed where there was a car, and the latter took him to the village.
On the edge, here is the wreckage of a Toyota pickup truck.
Liu Handong removed the parts of the cigarette lighter from the Toyota pickup truck and began to think hard about how to use this thing to charge the satellite phone. The vehicle uses direct current, while charging the mobile phone requires sine wave alternating current. How to invert it is a technical problem, although
It's not complicated, but it's very troublesome to tinker with it if you don't have the materials and tools on hand.
Seeing that he was holding a dead satellite phone with a pensive expression, Ahmed suddenly ran into the house and brought out a box, holding it with both hands as if he were offering a treasure.
Inside the box are a spare battery for the Iridium phone, the headset, a charger with European, American and British plugs, as well as a vehicle adapter, magnetic external antenna and data dock port.
"Why didn't you take it out earlier?" Liu Handong couldn't laugh or cry.