"I'll call you in five minutes." Zheng Jia hurriedly hung up the phone.
Yang Xu said: "We cannot handle this problem and must report it. The embassy has already reported it to the Ministry of Foreign Affairs. Let us also report it to Mr. Song."
Zheng Jiayi dialed Song Jianfeng's number without hesitation, and after answering the call, handed it to Yang Xu: "You can report it."
Yang Xu glanced at her gratefully, took the satellite phone and began to report the situation. Song Jianfeng was also shocked. The two kidnapped employees actually fell into the hands of terrorists. It seemed that the situation was more serious than the worst.
The terrorists' demands are very unreasonable. They expect to exchange two hostages for hundreds of criminals. This is an impossible goal. This shows that their purpose is not to replace people, but to create an atmosphere of terror.
Song Jianfeng didn't understand this. Even if he wanted to change, he didn't have the right. This matter should be left to the Ministry of National Security. Zhongyanhuang was just a company and couldn't control that much, nor did it have the ability to do so.
"Keep in touch and wait and see what happens." Song Jianfeng said.
"Okay, Mr. Song." Yang Xu raised his eyes and looked at Zheng Jiayi, "Does Jiayi have anything else to say to Mr. Song?"
Zheng Jiayi was lowering his head in thought when he suddenly woke up, grabbed the phone and said, "Mr. Song, we have troops over there."
Song Jianfeng didn't understand: "What did you say, whose troops are they, the Afghan security forces or what?"
"No, it's our people, Liu Handong and the local tribal armed forces. They are about to launch an attack on the terrorists. If the central government can coordinate the Afghan government or other forces and send fighter jets to support, I think it will be successful. I
If I know their detailed coordinates, I’ll have them on my phone!”
Song Jianfeng seemed to have no hope in this matter. He instructed Zheng Jiayi: "Let him stop his actions immediately and don't take risks. He is a common man, not a soldier. That's it."
"Wait a minute!" Zheng Jiayi shouted rudely, "Mr. Song, at this moment, Liu Handong has done what he should do. As Chinese, shouldn't we do something!"
There was a long silence, Yang Xu was embarrassed and nervous on the side, that is, if Zheng Jiayi dared to talk to the leader like this because of his family background, anyone else would definitely lose his job.
"Jiayi, there's really not much we can do." Song Jianfeng's voice seemed to come from the distant sky, "I can understand your mood, and I also understand that we should do something. So, from now on,
I will take responsibility for you for what you have done. Whatever you want to do, just do it boldly."
"Thank you, Mr. Song." Zheng Jiayi hung up the phone.
"How is it?" Yang Xu asked eagerly.
Zheng Jia shook her head, took a deep breath, and called Liu Handong again. After a few seconds, the call was connected. She heard the sound of breathing. The other person was probably marching a long distance on the plateau.
"Liu Handong, we just received the latest information. Tang Jianjun and Bai Furong are indeed in the hands of East Turkistan. They threatened the authorities to release more than 300 accomplices on the condition of global live broadcast of their beheadings. You know, this is impossible, so the two
The hope of survival for our compatriots is very slim. There is only one possibility, and that is you."
"Understood!" Liu Handong answered very simply.
"What do you need me to do?" Zheng Jiayi asked immediately.
"Didn't I just say that if I die, please inform my family for me."
"There are other things I can do." Zheng Jia said.
"Okay, help me find some bombers to support me." Liu Handong's tone was joking. An idea flashed in Zheng Jiayi's mind and he replied: "Okay, I'll help you contact the bombers."
She hung up the phone and looked at the stunned Yang Xu, who swallowed and asked her: "Jiayi, where are you looking for bombers?"
"Look for the President of Afghanistan." Zheng Jia said.
"But the president can't just meet him just because he wants to." Yang Xu stammered, his train of thought a bit unable to keep up with Zheng Jiayi's.
"What's the date today?" Zheng Jiayi's eyes were bright.
"March 23, what's wrong?" Yang Xu looked at the calendar on his watch and asked.
"Today is Pakistan's National Day. The President of Afghanistan will definitely go to the Pakistani Embassy to attend the celebration ceremony, and Chinese diplomats will also attend." Zheng Jiayi hurried away after saying that.
Yang Xu was sincerely convinced. Zheng Jiayi's courage and ability to act were much stronger than his own. He was only good at being a staff member. Once he needed to take responsibility and make decisions, he would get dizzy. The leader of the emergency team,
Zheng Jiayi should be allowed to do it.
As soon as Zheng Jia returned to the room, she took out a black silk dress from the cabinet and put it on, arranging her hair in front of the mirror. She suddenly noticed that the shoulders of this evening dress were exposed, and Afghanistan is not a secular Muslim country.
, so I found a Kashmiri shawl to wrap around it, put on a lapis lazuli necklace, picked up my handbag and went out.
The Chinese Embassy in Afghanistan is relatively poor and does not have many cars. Zheng Jia only has the status of a guest and has no right to mobilize vehicles. She did not care about anything else. She went out and took a local taxi and told the driver in English and gestures,
I have to go to the Pakistani Embassy.
The driver grinned, and after a few minutes of driving around, he arrived at the entrance of the Pakistani Embassy. It turned out that the embassy area is in the center of Kabul, very close and within walking distance. Zheng Jia took out US dollars to pay the bill, and the driver waved generously and said
,Chinese friends, don’t need money.
Zheng Jia put on a smile, got out of the car and walked towards the decorated embassy, but she couldn't get in without an invitation, and the selfless guards refused to accommodate her.
"I am the wife of the Chinese Ambassador, please inform me." Zheng Jia gritted her teeth secretly and told a huge lie.
As expected, the guard did not dare to neglect, and quickly went in to report. After a while, Secretary Li, an old acquaintance, came out. When he saw the so-called "ambassador's wife", he couldn't help laughing. He said a few words to the guard, and extended his hand very gentlemanly for Zheng Jia to take it.
Entered the scene.
The Pakistan National Day buffet is being held. Diplomats from various countries stationed in Kabul and United Nations staff are all dressed up to attend, and there are many beautiful figures among them. However, Zheng Jiayi's tall figure like a model and elegant temperament immediately attracted countless attention.
Secretary Li led Zheng Jiayi to the Chinese agent, a silver-haired old man who was old enough to be her father.
"I am Zheng Jiayi from Zhongyanhuang. I have something urgent to ask for your help." Zheng Jiayi didn't have time to exchange polite greetings and explained the matter concisely.
The charge d'affaires frowned: "I know about this, but there is no evidence that the hostages are in Afghanistan."
"I have evidence." Zheng Jia took out his mobile phone from his bag and turned on the screen. "The camp is south of Baghlan, and our Zhongyanhuang scouts are near the terrorist camp."
"What do you want me to do?" the agent asked.
"Seek help from the President of Afghanistan and ask him to send bombers for support." Zheng Jiayi said resolutely.
The charge d'affaires shook his head: "This is not in accordance with diplomatic etiquette. I suggest that we resolve it through formal diplomatic channels tomorrow instead of rushing for a while."
Zheng Jiayi said coldly: "Thank you." He turned around and left. There are too many mediocre people who have not taken on the responsibility these days. You still have to rely on yourself for everything.
Beautiful ladies have always been the center of attention in social circles. Soon a young man wearing a Pakistani army uniform came forward and handed her a drink. Then some white men who looked like European diplomats came forward to chat with her. Zheng Jiayi once
Having attended a reception at the White House, she was able to handle such a scene with ease. She was like a flower surrounded by bees, chatting and laughing in fluent English.
Of course, becoming a social queen is not Zheng Jiayi's goal. Her goal is the President of Afghanistan, but it seems that the President is nowhere to be seen in the venue.
Suddenly, Zheng Jia saw several people walking out of the side hall. One of them was wearing a kazaku hat made of sheep lanugo and a cape. He was elegant. Two tall bodyguards in suits and leather shoes followed closely behind him.
It was the Pakistani ambassador.
That's Hamid Karzai! The legendary figure and former President of the Islamic Republic of Afghanistan.
Zheng Jiayi did not hesitate, whispered a word of excuse, left everyone behind and walked towards the president. Karzai walked very quickly. A black Mercedes-Benz S600 bulletproof car drove from behind the courtyard and stopped not far away. The bodyguards
The car door opened, and just as Karzai was about to get into the car, Zheng Jiayi shouted: "Your Excellency, President!"
Karzai turned around in confusion. The bodyguard stretched his hand into his arms and saw a graceful East Asian woman. The vigilance in his eyes did not relax. One bodyguard stepped forward to stop him, and the other bodyguard covered it with his burly body.
President Karzai, protect him in the car.
"Your Excellency, I need your help!" Zheng Jia became anxious and pushed the bodyguard who was blocking him, screaming in English, "There are three Chinese citizens whose lives are being threatened! Only you can save them! Please!"
Hamid Karzai had already gotten into the Mercedes-Benz S600, but got out of the car and walked towards Zheng Jiayi.
…
Liu Handong and others have arrived at the second destination. On the way, they encountered three groups of mobile sentries, but they were all skillfully avoided. After all, the terrorists were not regular troops. They were careless and unorganized. If they were replaced by the US military, the surprise attack might not be successful.
The old man Abdul removed the rocket bomb from the little donkey, untied the bridle, and patted the donkey's butt: "Afanti, let's go."
The little donkey's big eyes flashed suddenly, and it licked its owner in a very humane way, unwilling to leave.
The old man ignored it and raised his binoculars to observe the villages in the distance. Liu Handong raised his arm and used the simple ranging method taught in the army to measure the distance. It was at least 1,500 meters, which was beyond the effective range of the rifle. Here
Can't hit anything.
Abdul squatted down, pulled out his dagger and scratched it on the ground. Liu Handong looked down and saw that the old guy was doing geometry problems. No, he was calculating ballistics. Who is Abdul? Why is he an old man from an Afghan mountain village?
Knowing how to use geometric algorithms, Liu Handong was puzzled by the solution.
After the old man finished calculating, he directed his grandson to build a slope with dirt on the ground, put three rockets on it, and aimed at the village in the distance. He took out a few batteries and a small alarm clock, connected them with wires, and connected one end to
The tail of the rocket.
Fifty kilometers away, a night flight was rapidly approaching. The radar of the Kabul Air Traffic Control Center showed that it was a transit plane from China and its destination was Iran.