While Liu Handong was busy tinkering with the satellite phone, the Zhongyanhuang headquarters was holding a temporary meeting of the emergency response team. The members of the emergency team were composed of capable personnel from the company's global public relations department and security department, including former diplomats and retired peacekeepers who had performed peacekeeping missions.
officer.
Zheng Jiayi attended the meeting as a temporary team member. As soon as she sat down, she saw Yang Xu. He was the deputy director of Zhongyanhuang Global Public Relations Department and a member of the emergency team. At this moment, he was writing on his notebook with his head down.
What are you talking about, and you have no time to say hello to Zheng Jiayi.
Suddenly everyone stood up. It turned out that Song Jianfeng had arrived.
"Time is tight, no need to say hello. Everyone, sit down. Jiayi, can you introduce the latest situation." Song Jianfeng sat down at the end of the conference table, lowered his head to flip through the information, and made simple annotations on it.
Zheng Jiayi stood up: "At 6:15 this morning, I received a call from Liu Handong, a kidnapped employee of the Peshawar project, claiming that the kidnappers were annihilated by another group of armed men, and that Tang Jianjun and Bai Furong were also taken away by them. The direction
It was due north, and he was using an Iridium satellite phone. I called back fifteen minutes later and couldn't get through."
Yang Xu raised his hand and said: "I need a detailed number. I can get the latitude and longitude of the phone through Iridium within ten minutes. I think we must first determine the location, whether it is Pakistan or Afghanistan, before we can decide on the next step."
Zheng Jiayi took out his mobile phone and reported the twelve-digit Iridium phone number.
Yang Xu also took out his mobile phone, connected to the conference room's audio system using Bluetooth, and then dialed the Iridium company's prefix service number. After an English prompt came from the audio system, Yang Xu dialed the number provided by Zheng Jiayi.
The phone actually went through, and a male voice came: "Hello?"
"Is that Liu Handong?" Yang Xu asked, "This is the headquarters of Zhongyan Huang. I am Yang Xu from the Global Public Relations Department of Zhongyan Huang."
"I am Liu Handong. Please give me instructions on what I should do now."
"Tell me about the situation over there."
Liu Handong recounted what happened that night again, which was completely consistent with Zheng Jiayi's description.
"What happened when the call was suddenly interrupted just now?" Yang Xu was thoughtful and did not forget any details.
"The phone is out of battery and has been replaced with a new battery."
Yang Xu said: "Look, there is a cover above the Iridium phone with the word SOS printed on it. Open it and there is a red button below. Don't press it in a hurry. Set it up according to my instructions first, so that your coordinates can be sent to us.
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"Okay, you tell me, I'll write it down."
Yang Xu taught Liu Handong step by step how to set up the mobile phone. The Iridium phone has a function that can send the GPS location of the user to the network or a designated mobile phone, and it is displayed through Google Maps, which is very intuitive and practical.
"I need a mobile phone number." Yang Xu said. He was talking on his own mobile phone, so he had to borrow another one to receive positioning information.
Zheng Jiayi immediately reported his number.
Liu Handong completed the settings under Yang Xu's step-by-step guidance and pressed the SOS red button. A few seconds later, Zheng Jiayi's mobile phone received the message. The specific longitude and latitude of Liu Handong's location was displayed on Google Maps. Zheng Jiayi zoomed in on the map.
exclaimed: "They are already in Afghanistan."
Yang Xu looked at the map and said: "Liu Handong, your current location is in the mountains of southern Afghanistan, about fifty kilometers away from the border with Pakistan. I suggest you stay where you are and wait for rescue."
After speaking, he glanced at Song Jianfeng: "Mr. Song, what do you have to explain?"
Song Jianfeng glanced at Yang Xu appreciatively and nodded: "I have nothing to say, you continue."
Yang Xu said into the microphone: "Liu Handong, the call is temporarily over. We will contact you by phone every half hour. If there is an emergency, you can also call us. That's it. I wish you peace."
The phone hung up, and Song Jianfeng began to speak: "Comrades, the situation is becoming more and more complicated. There are dozens of armed forces of various sizes in Afghanistan that are not affiliated with each other, as well as the shadow of Americans. The hostages do not know who they are.
Who was kidnapped and what was their purpose? Whether they were just kidnapping or someone who came specifically to kidnap us is still unknown. No matter how changeable the situation is, we still have to do everything possible to rescue our colleagues."
The members of the emergency team all nodded with serious expressions.
Yang Xu raised his hand: "President Song, I suggest sending personnel with higher authority to Pakistan to coordinate the rescue work. The person was kidnapped in Peshawar. Pakistan has responsibilities and obligations, and northwest Pakistan and Afghanistan share the same culture."
The communication is smoother, and even dealing with Americans is more convenient than us."
Song Jianfeng deeply believed that Pakistan was crucial to the Americans' layout in Central Asia, and Pakistan's strong cooperation was needed on anti-terrorism issues. The CIA and Pakistan's intelligence agencies had close exchanges and cooperation. Although China has extremely close diplomatic relations with Pakistan,
Nothing can be done when it comes to Afghanistan. For the three hostages, expecting to send special forces to secretly cross the border for rescue is tantamount to fantasy. This matter still depends on Pakistan, with them as the main rescue.
Yang Xu is the deputy director of the Global Public Relations Department and the actual person in charge. He is young, promising and responsible. Moreover, his performance just now was very outstanding, extremely meticulous and proficient in business. However, it can be seen from the longitude and latitude that the hostages are now in Afghanistan, and
He is very familiar with the use of Iridium satellite phones. He can do it in a few minutes while others take an hour to do it.
"Xiao Yang, you go to Islamabad and cooperate with the embassy in negotiating with the Pakistani government to ensure the safety of our employees. Do you have confidence?"
Song Jianfeng was a former director of the Public Security Bureau, and he was very fast-moving. Yang Xu could keep up with his pace. He looked at his watch and said, "It's past six in the morning and I can't make it. There is a China Southern flight that stops in Urumqi at seventeen in the afternoon."
, we can arrive in Islamabad at 9 o'clock tomorrow morning, I will book a ticket immediately."
"You take a special plane and I'll make arrangements immediately." Song Jianfeng waved his hand.
"That's good, we can keep in touch at any time on the private plane." Yang Xu began to pack his things, "I need one, no, two Iridium satellite phones, and enough authorization."
"Give it all to you." Song Jianfeng said.
Zheng Jiayi raised his hand: "I have something to say."
Song Jian's sharp gaze turned to her and suddenly softened: "Jiayi, it's dangerous there, so don't go there."
Zheng Jiayi said seriously: "I think Liu Handong can play a greater role. We must mobilize all our forces, even if it is an escaped hostage."
Song Jianfeng pondered for a moment and said: "What Jiayi said makes sense. We don't have many chess pieces in our hands. I know Liu Handong relatively well. He can play a key role if he uses them more. So, Jiayi, you can also
Go and cooperate with Yang Xu to start the work."
"Yes." Zheng Jiayi also started to pack things.
"The meeting is dismissed." Song Jianfeng glanced around, "I'm waiting for your good news."
The General Office of Zhongyanhuang quickly contacted the airline and rented a Bombardier Challenger business jet. The members of the emergency team packed up and rushed to the airport in the shortest possible time. There were five members. The team leader was Yang Xu, and Zheng Jiayi joined as a temporary member.
Responsible for coordination with Liu Handong.
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In an unknown Afghan mountain village, Liu Handong got himself a new outfit. When he was kidnapped, he was still wearing orange Zhongyan yellow overalls. The bright color made him a living target in the Afghan landscape. He peeled a piece of clothing from the body.
Wearing a knee-length robe, a vest, a Pashtun hat on his head, and an automatic rifle on his back, he looked a bit like an Afghan tribal armed man.
The old-fashioned rifle that Liu Handong got has a rather strange shape. It looks like a cross between a Type 56 semi-automatic and a Type 56 submachine gun. It has a wooden stock and a twenty-round magazine. It can be fired single or continuously. It still has a folding bayonet.
It's sharp and has the words "63 Type" on the receiver.
The gun Ahmed used was older than this Type 63. It had a ten-round magazine and an iron hoop on the butt. Judging from the inscription, it should be the British Lee Enfield No. 4 rifle.
"Boy, this gun can be your grandfather." Liu Handong stroked the old gun and pulled the trigger smoothly. He felt that it was very smooth and the old gun was well maintained.
The two searched for a long time and found some useful things, including three Soviet grenades, two military kettles, a Soviet military eight-fold telescope, and a Chinese-made May 4th-style pistol.
"This gun is good." Liu Handong became excited. He removed the magazine and pulled the slide continuously. The blue color of Lao Wu Si was polished and shined extremely bright. Three Chinese characters were vaguely engraved on the slide.
"Luo Keqiang." This is a Chinese name. I don't know what era he was a martyr who died in Afghanistan. His gun was obtained by the locals and is still used today.
At dawn, a red sun rose from the east, and the golden light spread over the high mountains of Afghanistan. Liu Handong looked at his location. It was a basin sandwiched in the mountains. The mountains had sparse vegetation, were covered with sand and gravel, and were desolate.
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This is the scene in the so-called graveyard of empires. Since the last century, Afghanistan has defeated the British Empire, brought down the Soviet Union, and now drags the United States into the quagmire. Ahmed is a typical Afghan child. The education he received since he was a child is not
Reading and writing, but killing and hatred.
"Boy, come back to Pakistan with me, and I will arrange for you to work as a laborer on the construction site. You will no longer have to live a life of fighting and killing. What do you think?" Liu Handong asked.
Ahmed couldn't understand what he said, so he danced with excitement, and made slashing gestures repeatedly.
Liu Handong came back to his senses and asked: "You mean, you want to take revenge and kill all those masked guys?" As he said this, he made a gesture of shooting with a machine gun.
Ahmed nodded fiercely, his eyes full of hatred.
"When will the injustice be repaid?" Liu Handong said with emotion, "It's just this once, and I won't do it next time. After he is killed, I will go back to Pakistan to work as a laborer."