There was a knock on the door of the ward. Liu Handong pulled out the pistol from under the pillow, gently opened the safety, walked to the door and asked: "Who is it?"
"From the embassy," the other party replied.
Liu Handong opened the door, and there were three people standing outside. One was the assistant to the military attache of the embassy whom he had seen before, and the other two were tall and sturdy with short crew cuts and black sunglasses. They had walkie-talkie air earphones in their ears, and there was a vague sense of smell in their open coats.
You can see the handle of the Type 92 pistol, and you can tell by his appearance that he is an armed police guard of the embassy.
China does not station Marines in every embassy abroad like the United States. The Ministry of Foreign Affairs only dispatches armed police special forces to embassies in war-torn areas. They have received strict training, but they mainly protect dignitaries rather than fight.
Liu Handong turned off the safety of his pistol and walked backwards back into the house. He would never leave the back of his head to a stranger, even one of his own.
Aishan is still in a coma. As a precaution, both his hands are tied to the railings of the hospital bed with plastic restraints. This guy is a wanted criminal of the Ministry of Public Security and the backbone of the separatists. His capture is bound to cause widespread concern.
Everyone is concerned, especially the United States. They have always implemented double standards on this issue and will never let the Chinese successfully transport Aishan back to their country.
It is precisely because of this precaution that Aishan did not enter the embassy, but entered the Kabul hospital for treatment as a kidnapped employee of Zhongyanhuang. Of course, this was just a precaution, and the Americans' capabilities were not yet that great.
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But the facts are often shocking. The assistant military attaché told Liu Handong that he must be transferred immediately. The Americans already knew that we had captured Aishan, and they would use various methods to get people. If they failed to achieve their goals, they would even rob them openly. Afghanistan is an American country.
We don't want to go to war over a terrorist.
"You can't afford to hide if you can't offend him, right?" Liu Handong said with a smile.
"That's right." The assistant military attache was wearing casual clothes and kept looking at his watch, "Our time is very limited, the car is waiting below."
"Do you want me to go with you?" Liu Handong picked up his coat. The embassy did not prepare new clothes for him. He was still wearing a blood-stained Pashtun knee-length coat, and the beard on his face was not shaved because
He thinks this is cool.
"Thank you, you can rest. The rest is our business." The assistant military attache declined Liu Handong's kindness. With a tilt of his head, two armed police soldiers stepped forward and cut off the restraints on Aishan's hands and lifted him to a wheelchair.
, Aishan's head naturally tilted to the side, and his hands and feet were limp. According to the doctor, he suffered a heavy blow on the back of the head and might become a vegetative state.
Liu Handong watched them disappear at the end of the corridor, and began to wonder who had told the Americans about Aishan's whereabouts, because the Afghan military was also unaware of it, and all of his own people were trustworthy, except for John, who claimed to be a British Telecom engineer.
Lynch.
After being rescued, Lynch quickly disappeared without saying goodbye, as if this person had never appeared. During the escape process, he showed the calmness and endurance that a telecommunications engineer should have.
Maybe this guy is an agent from the CIA or some other messy unit, Liu Handong thought.
The military attaché assistant was walking in front, an armed policeman was pushing a wheelchair, and another person was behind. The military attaché assistant was affiliated to the Second Department of the General Staff. The armed police were the elites carefully selected in the country. In terms of physical fitness and tactical literacy, they all far surpassed Liu Handong. The only one
The difference is that they have not experienced actual combat.
The wheelchair entered the elevator, and Aishan's ears perked up. In fact, he had woken up a long time ago, but he was just holding back and waiting for the opportunity. Kabul is a chaotic place, with various forces mixed together. Only in muddy water can you fish, the Chinese
Instead of being sent to the embassy for custody, this was an escape opportunity given by Allah.
The hospital is not high, with only three floors. The elevator is equipped to carry patients with limited mobility. The first floor arrived quickly. There were seven or eight people standing outside the elevator door, including men and women, and a stretcher. These people were very polite.
Make way for a passage and ask the wheelchair to get out of the elevator first.
Aishan's slightly closed eyes suddenly opened, and he was radiant with energy. He suddenly stood up, kicked off his wheelchair with both feet, and rushed out with his strength. Although he was the commander of the training camp, he did everything personally and worked with ordinary team members.
Training, excellent physical fitness, and the desire to survive made him surprisingly powerful. The two armed policemen reacted quickly, but because the wheelchair was blocking the front, they were still a second slow.
Sometimes, one second is enough to decide life or death. Aishan runs very fast. His sprint performance once won the championship in the Kashgar Middle School League. Moreover, he is no stranger to the city of Kabul. A Turkic face will make the difference.
He hid easily, then found the organization, returned to the battlefield, and repaid blood with blood.
"Catch him!" the assistant military attache shouted in Chinese in a hurry. Two armed policemen threw their arms away and chased after him, one of them even stretched his hand to his armpit.
"Capture him alive," the military attaché assistant added. Ai Shan was a living prisoner captured by the Chinese Yanhuang troops. If he died in the hands of people from the embassy, the Second Department of the General Staff and the Ministry of Foreign Affairs would lose face.
Ai Shan was running like a tiger and was about to rush out of the hall when a familiar face suddenly appeared in front of him. It was the face of a devil, a pagan face, ferocious, terrifying and disgusting.
The heretic flew up with a kick and hit Ai Shan in the crotch. The severe pain was beyond his ability to bear. He fell to the ground. His face was red from holding it in and he couldn't breathe. He felt that his testicles had been kicked.
Yes, this kind of psychological blow is more desperate than the physical pain. If the testicles are broken, then what is the meaning of the seventy-two virgins given by God in heaven.
Two armed police officers arrived quickly and took Ai Shan under control. This time they showed no mercy at all. They used a pair of stainless steel handcuffs to twist Ai Shan's arms behind his back and cuff them, and buckled them to the deepest part of the gear. The handcuffs were inserted into the gear.
Skin and flesh.
"Are those people yours?" Liu Handong naturally put his hand behind his back and held the handle of the gun, looking at the men hurriedly approaching from a distance.
Those guys had big beards and looked like Afghans, but anyone with a discerning eye could tell that this was just a disguise and that they were European and American white people.
"It's the enemy." The assistant military attache whispered.
The two armed police soldiers became nervous. Their mission at the embassy was mainly to protect the ambassador and other important diplomatic personnel, and did not include fighting with agents from other countries. However, the honor of soldiers still made them choose to use their swords, even if the opponent was battle-hardened.
of veterans.
The four white men inadvertently occupied a favorable position and reached their hands to their waists. A close battle was about to begin.
Suddenly, a group of Afghans came over and stood between them, talking and laughing.
The assistant military attaché made a quick decision: "Let's go!"
One soldier grabbed Ai Shan, and the other pulled out a pistol and put it under his clothes to keep watch. Liu Handong also pulled out his trophy, the sand-colored Glock 18 automatic pistol, with the safety on, his finger on the trigger guard, and his adrenaline.
The hormones began to be secreted, and the whole person's state was adjusted to the best. He didn't care who the other party was. Anyway, this was Kabul, not Omi. No one would care about murder and arson, so he just risked his life and dealt with it.
The car was waiting at the door of the hospital. It was a Mercedes-Benz van with an ordinary civilian license plate. It was not a diplomatic vehicle of the embassy. There was a person sitting in the driver's seat, but his head was lying on the steering wheel. It seemed that someone had killed him.
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Liu Handong jumped up, pulled the unconscious driver into the car, and sat in the driver's seat. After a closer look, he saw that the car key was not in the keyhole. Without hesitation, he pulled off the baffle under the dashboard and pulled it off.
Several wires started to spark.
The assistant military attache jumped into the passenger seat in a tacit understanding, and two armed policemen dragged Ai Shan into the car. Before the sliding door could close, the van roared out and rushed out.
The four guys were right in front of him. Liu Handong stepped on the accelerator and hit them. If the distance allowed, a highly trained agent would calmly stand on the spot and shoot at the driver. But these guys all knew that the result of shooting would be
They were knocked away, so they chose to avoid it and waited for the van to pass by before getting up and shooting.
The nine-millimeter pistol bullet made cracks on the rear window of the van, but did not cause any damage. The vehicle was modified and made bulletproof without significantly increasing its weight.
The white people got into their own cars. It was also a seemingly ordinary civilian Volkswagen sedan with a high profile. In places like Afghanistan, cars must adapt to bad roads.
An urban chase began. Liu Handong was not familiar with the terrain of Kabul, but this did not affect his driving skills, because the assistant military attache who served as the navigator in the co-pilot seat knew the streets and alleys of Kabul well. He was also a member of the Second Department of the General Staff
Necessary skills for an officer.
There are not many cars on the streets of Kabul, and there is no concept of traffic police at all. The security force soldiers wearing blue and gray uniforms holding AK47s are too lazy to care about such speeding violations. The two cars speed past at a speed of more than 180 miles.
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Urban racing is not about speed, but turning. Liu Handong's special skill is driving a car. Even a trained agent would be humiliating himself by racing with him. Although he is driving a van, it is a Mercedes-Benz after all. This
The brand represents not only luxury, but excellent quality.
Drifting, drifting, and turning 180 degrees, Liu Handong drove the van superbly. The two armed police soldiers in the van were holding on to the armrests so nervously that their fingers holding the guns turned white.
Ten minutes later, Liu Handong looked at the rearview mirror and said: "Get rid of it."
"A few more twists and turns," the military attache's assistant said. There was a layer of sweat on his forehead, probably because of the heat.
Liu Handong circled around a few more times before following the instructions of the military attaché assistant and driving to a courtyard in the outskirts of Kabul. Although the military attaché assistant did not introduce it, Liu Handong could guess that this was a safe house set up by the intelligence agency in Kabul.