In order to save the face of his subordinates, the organization did not immediately announce the new appointment. Yang Xu is still the deputy director of the International Public Relations Department and the leader of the emergency response team. Of course, he is also very sensible, giving up the command and actively cooperating with Zheng Jiayi in carrying out the project.
Work.
The members of the emergency team all had a tacit understanding of following Zheng Jiayi's instructions while maintaining appropriate respect for Yang Xu. From the perspective of outsiders, it seemed that Yang Xu still had the final say.
Tang Jianjun didn't know the subtle relationship here. He was a front-line employee of Zhongyanhuang stationed abroad, far away from the decision-making level of the headquarters. To him, Yang Xu represented the organization and the party.
He found Yang Xu and looked a little hesitant: "Minister Yang, there are some things I need to report to you."
Yang Xu was very concerned: "Manager Tang, if you have anything to say, just say it. As long as I can do it, I will try my best to coordinate."
Tang Jianjun said: "This is completely unrelated to the kidnapping case. I heard it accidentally. I think it is necessary to let the organization know, as it may be useful."
"Say." Yang Xu took out his phone and turned on the recording function.
"It's like this. After we were rescued that day, we were chased by the remaining terrorists on the way to escape. The old Pashtun man was shot and seriously injured. He confessed his last words to his grandson. Among the people at the scene,
I was the only one who understood Pashto, and I vaguely heard the content. In fact, the old man named Abdul Saleh was not a Pashtun, but came from the Gulf countries in the early 1980s to resist the Soviet invasion, and
His identity is not simple..."
Yang Xu was absent-minded. He didn't care at all about such trivial matters. He only saw Tang Jianjun's lips opening and closing, but his mind flew thousands of miles away. How to discuss merits and rewards after returning to China, and his own official career.
Where to develop and how can the relationship with Zheng Jiayi take a further step?
At the same time, Liu Handong was packing his luggage in the room. In fact, he had no luggage at all. The only belongings he had with him were a watch, an Iridium phone, two pistols, two long guns, and several magazines. These arms
It couldn't be brought back to the country, and it was thrown away on the spot but he was reluctant to part with it, leaving him scratching his head and in a dilemma.
There was a knock on the door, and Liu Handong said without turning his head, "Come in."
The door opened, and out of the corner of his eye, Liu Handong saw the person leaning on the door through the full-length mirror, holding a beer bottle in his hand, looking lazy. It was the mysterious person who came to the rescue last night. He had a dark complexion, a beard, and looked uncomfortable.
Looks like a Chinese.
Liu Handong turned around and looked at the visitor up and down, and the other person looked at him, like two roosters about to enter the arena, gauging each other's quality.
"My name is Arhat." The visitor extended his hand proactively, "You fought very well, and you are worthy of being a soldier."
Liu Handong shook hands with him, and the two hands were clasped together, and they began to compete unconsciously. Both parties gave up their efforts after they felt that the other was not a good opponent.
"Hello, Liu Handong, he was in the Automobile Regiment of the 14th Army before he was demobilized." Liu Handong knew that the other party was a special forces soldier, but he was still neither humble nor overbearing. When the military region's special forces brigade asked him by name, if someone hadn't snitched, he would have been able to enter the military region's special forces and be known as the special forces.
"King of Soldiers".
"I'm here to ask you something." Arhat has a military temperament and goes straight to the point. "I'm very interested in the names on your May 4th style. Can I take a look?"
"No problem." Liu Handong took out the 54 pistol from the drawer, removed the magazine, pulled the slide to check, and then handed it to Luo Han after confirming that there was no bullet in the chamber. His inadvertent action made Luo Han secretly nod. This boy is indeed well trained.
white.
Arhat took the gun and checked the barrel again. Soldiers always check the weapons in their hands before they can rest assured. This old May 4th pistol has been worn and shiny, and the bluing of the year no longer exists.
But the three words Luo Keqiang on the sleeve are still clear.
Liu Handong watched the other person caressing the pistol. The emotion in his eyes was not like that of an iron-blooded soldier, but like a believer worshiping a holy object. He keenly felt that there was a connection between this gun and the soldier named Arhat.
Ongoing relationships.
"This gun..." Luo Han's voice was a little stiff, "How did you get it?"
So Liu Handong narrated the incident exactly as it was. Arhat listened and handed the gun back with both hands, saying: "This gun is your trophy. Logically speaking, I shouldn't make any demands, but I have an unkind request. Can you give me the gun?"
Give it to me, because Luo Keqiang is my father. When I was three years old, he went on a business trip and never came back. However, I didn’t know that he died in Afghanistan until I went to military school. Therefore, this gun is very useful to me.
significance."
"No problem." Although Liu Handong is good at shooting May Fourth, he doesn't like this kind of old gun. The rifling of this gun is almost worn out, and it has long reached the age of scrapping. Moreover, it is a relic left by his father, so he naturally wants it.
Return to original owner.
"Thank you." Luohan took back his pistol and couldn't put it down, showing his true feelings.
"I have a condition in exchange." Liu Handong said.
"Say." Arhat didn't even raise his head.
"I give you a gun, and you have to give one back to me. This is only fair." Liu Handong said with a sly smile.
Luo Han hesitated for a moment, then took the USP combat pistol from his armpit, and handed it to him along with the quick-draw holster and spare magazine: "This is my sidearm. It has been fired for less than 300 rounds. It is still in good condition. Here it is."
You are."
Liu Handong pushed back: "I don't want your gun. I have a gun of my own, but I can't transport it back to the country. If you do me a favor and transport the gun back to the country safely, you can repay my favor."
Arhat showed hesitation, but it was fleeting: "Okay, deal!"
Liu Handong pulled out another sand-colored GLOCK18 automatic pistol from his waist and handed it over.
"I will contact you when I return to China." Luo Han took the gun, stuffed it casually on his waist, and shook the beer bottle at Liu Handong, "I will buy you a drink by the way."
…
Half an hour later, the embassy staff came to inform us of the departure. Liu Handong, wearing brand new Zhongyan yellow work clothes, carrying an empty suitcase, boarded the bus with members of the emergency team. Tang Jianjun and Bai Furong were also on the bus, and they greeted each other enthusiastically.
Liu Handong said hello and looked good.
Liu Handong found a seat by the window and sat down, looking out the window quietly. His schedule was so hasty that he didn't even have time to visit Abdul in the hospital. Afghanistan's bloody career was about to come to an end, and he might never see it again in this life.
Come to this war-torn country.
"What are you thinking about?" A familiar voice came to her ears. It was Zheng Jiayi. She was wearing a smart trousers, tailor-made. The hand-cut trousers outlined the graceful lines of her tall figure, and she was full of charm.
"Nothing." Liu Handong continued to look out the window. He was wondering whether the assistant military attaché had died. He did not dare to ask this question because the answer was almost yes.
Zheng Jiayi sat next to Liu Handong and handed him a bottle of mineral water: "The rifles you left in the embassy are all sealed in the basement. They are trophies and will be put on display when the time is right.
"
"Oh." Liu Handong was noncommittal.
"You are very brave." Zheng Jiayi continued, "This is the real you. You were born in the wrong era and country."
"Maybe." Liu Handong thought about it. If he were born in a country like Iraq or Afghanistan, he might already be the overlord.
Yang Xu also got on the car and saw Zheng Jiayi and Liu Handong sitting side by side at a glance. He became jealous and walked over to join the conversation. He greeted Liu Handong warmly: "Comrade Liu Handong, you are very brave. We will commend you when we get back."
You, reward you."
"Haha." Liu Handong smiled perfunctorily and continued chatting with Zheng Jiayi.
Yang Xu couldn't get in the conversation, so he forced a smile and said, "You guys talk first, I'll make arrangements for other comrades."
The bus set off under the escort of two off-road vehicles, followed by an ambulance. The urban area of Kabul was still safe. No one from any organization dared to launch an attack openly in broad daylight.
The convoy arrived at Kabul International Airport and went through security inspection and customs clearance. The customs officers checked everyone's passports. Sure enough, they raised doubts about the passports of Liu Handong, Tang Jianjun and others because there was no entry stamp from the Afghan port on them.
The embassy staff explained, and the customs officials expressed their understanding and waved to let them pass. The members of the emergency team passed the security check, followed by a stretcher carrying "Zhang Chunshan". They were stopped by customs officers, who checked passports and asked for help.
If you have any doubts, the staff will patiently explain.
Liu Handong watched the Afghan customs officers negotiating with the people from the embassy from a distance, and an uneasy feeling came to his mind. If something develops in a bad direction, it will inevitably get worse. Facts have proved that his idea is right.
The customs refused to let him go, and a group of people came out from the guard room to stop "Zhang Chunshan"'s stretcher.
Yang Xu walked over and negotiated loudly in English and made a strong protest. The other party also talked to him in English. Liu Handong's English was not bad and he could tell a thing or two. It turned out that the Afghan Ministry of Interior suspected that "Zhang Chunshan" was wanted by the Americans.
The terrorists are determined to keep the people behind and wait for inspection by the NATO security forces in Afghanistan. Naturally, China is seriously dissatisfied, but it will not help. After all, Afghanistan is the territory of the Americans.
Aishan's detention does not affect other people's boarding. Zhongyanhuang rented a Gulfstream special plane from Deer Air and flew to Kabul last night. It is currently parked on the runway waiting to take off.
Zheng Jiayi was extremely determined, directed everyone to board the plane, and then took out the satellite phone to make a call. She stood on the runway, with a slender silhouette, and her fluent and proficient English was clear and sweet, which made everyone feel relieved.
"Jiayi knows Karzai and can handle it with just one phone call," a member of the emergency team said proudly.
Twenty minutes later, the NATO security forces finally arrived. Just as they were about to take Ai Shan away by force, the unconscious man lying on the stretcher suddenly sat up and asked the people around him confusedly what happened.
matter.
The Americans suddenly realized that this person was not Aishan Abdul Halik at all, but someone from the embassy pretending to be someone else. The Chinese were good at playing tricks and tricks, and they built a plank road to cross Chencang secretly, and they were fooled.
The NATO troops left in anger, and the crisis was resolved. However, a new problem arose. The captain of the Gulfstream aircraft was not on the plane. After many inquiries, we found out that the captain was detained by customs for carrying rough lapis lazuli, a specialty of Afghanistan that is prohibited from leaving the country.
Seized.
Everyone's hearts were in doubt again. How could this plane fly without a captain and only a co-pilot?
Zheng Jiayi unbuckled his seat belt, walked to the cockpit, sat in the captain's seat, and said to the astonished co-pilot: "My pilot license allows me to fly this type of aircraft, and my flight time is one thousand hours."