"Feng Shi."
When these two words came out.
Flying Eagle paused in its blowing posture, and subconsciously looked to the right.
Mo Bei's voice changed significantly: "Feng Shi?"
"That's right." Consul Xu's tone was full of praise: "This young man from the Feng family is really good. If he hadn't played a leading role, I'm afraid the remaining technicians wouldn't be like this..."
"How could he be in such a dangerous place?"
Consul Xu did not expect that his words would be interrupted.
What's more, I didn't expect that the contact person, who has always been calm and composed, would show such an anxious tone.
Ting Feng, who was sitting next to him, was also a little taken aback.
It was because of Bey's suddenly pale face.
With her for so long.
Any task has been performed.
He had never seen her like this before.
What exactly happened here
Isn't everything going well
Only Feiying knew why, but in the face of such a cold expression, he was still a little timid, stretched out his hand and tugged at Mo Bei's sleeve: "Bey, that's the consul, calm down."
Mo Bei backed up, pressed his forehead hair, and lowered his voice: "I'm sorry, Consul Xu, the situation of ISIS is very critical now, the technicians can stay and give us absolute help in the operation, I would like to ask Consul Xu, send some people to protect them, and the last group to evacuate, I'm not sure if there will be any accidents."
"Don't worry, I have discussed this with the other party, and they are all mentally prepared."
The more Mo Bei listened, the closer his hands hanging on one side were clenched, but his posture returned to his previous upright posture, and he promised, "I will let them evacuate safely."
"Thank you." Consul Xu was very relieved to hear such a young voice: "Your mission is extremely confidential and dangerous, and you must also ensure your own safety. You will no longer be able to contact me when you arrive in Iss. Yu is fighting alone, without backup, so be careful."
Hearing this, the black-clothed bodyguard over there came to urge him.
"Master, it's time to board the plane."
Mo Bei let out an "um" and hung up the phone.
Consul Xu listened to the noise over there, and looked at the communication tower standing outside. They were only responsible for evacuating and would not negotiate face-to-face with the local reactionary army.
But the people who came this time needed to pretend to be the sons of wealthy businessmen to contact the leader of the other party, so as to rescue some missing Chinese businessmen and researchers.
He was very worried about what danger they would encounter, so he buried his bones in a foreign country.
But apart from worrying, he was very glad that someone could choose to go against the danger at this time.
Thinking about it this way, this young contact person is somewhat similar to the young master of the Feng family.
Judging from what the other party said just now, it seems that the two also know each other
"Consul, another batch of refugees want to enter our consulate."
Someone came in from the door.
Consul Xu temporarily put these thoughts aside.
Country H, on the plane that is about to take off.
Listening to the wind, I can feel that since Bey answered the call, it seems that he has not recovered.
She seems calmer,
I've been looking at information about Dragon Slayer.
Ting Feng asked the stewardess for a blanket, lowered his voice and whispered in her ear: "After a day's flight, you can rest for a while, not to mention that you haven't read all the documents."
"Look at it again to deepen your impression." Mo Bei's fingers looked extraordinarily pale at this moment.
But she knows it.
Even more like this.
The more you have to do it as soon as possible.
She didn't want to gamble with his safety.
She can't afford to gamble.
Feiying saw all of this, and acted impulsively: "I'll call the young master of the Feng family right now and ask him to go back."
Mo Bei pressed his wrist, and his voice was very soft: "He won't go back, if he shrinks back, he won't be him anymore. We still have tasks, and I will handle my emotions well."
Feeling the force, Feiying slowly lowered his arm.
As Mo Bei said, it was just take-off and landing. In just four hours, when she left the airport again, her expression and posture changed.
The blond hair turned away, revealing the black earrings, very arrogant and evil, with one hand wrapped around Tingfeng's waist, his eyes were full of handsomeness.
Back in China, the secretary had said that someone from business would come to pick him up when he came here.
Mo Bei wasn't there at the beginning.
After all, according to the plan, it was to use her current identity to make Mie Long notice her.
But when shaking hands with the pick-up person, Mo Bei narrowed his eyes.
Because of the blue tattoo on the back of his hand.
The businessman's temperament is easy to distinguish.
But this man, even though he was wearing a suit and had a gentle face, couldn't hide the bloody smell on his body.
"Is that Mr. Zhao? I have heard of your name for a long time, we have been waiting here for a long time, please."
He spoke Chinese very well, and he stepped aside with a smile.
Mo Bei was not polite either, holding the beautiful woman in his arms, like a young master who came to have fun.
The man looked at the back of their car, pressed his left ear and said: "Boss, just as we imagined, this man is very suitable to cover us up and do something."
"Really?" Mie Long was suspicious by nature, even if his subordinates read it, he would not be completely at ease: "In this case, then bring him over to take a look, and what the other party said should be in his hands .”
"Yes, I will arrange it tomorrow so that he and the boss can have a chance meeting with you."
Mie Long glanced at the stop sign that had passed the ISIS cordon: "Yes."
The night was getting deeper and deeper.
The city seems like no other place.
You can see the difference if you look closely.
Many people gathered in front of the consulates of various countries.
There are also guards patrolling with guns.
The most eye-catching thing is the local kid wearing a tattered T-shirt, begging for bread.
Mo Bei watched this scene, his eyes darkened.
It's not the first time Tingfeng has seen such a scene. He has experienced it when he was on a mission before.
It is because of the experience that I don't want to see this scene again.
But there are people in front of them, so they can't be too quiet.
Mo Bei understood this truth, and after looking away, he pinched Tingfeng's chin: "Always look at what is going on outside, huh?"
"I think that child is so pitiful." Tingfeng leaned into Mo Bei's arms.
Mo Bei chuckled, raised his eyes to look at the driver: "Stop."
The driver subconsciously looked at their people.
The man nodded slightly.
Mo Bei pulled Tingfeng out of the car.
The man followed suit.
I saw that Mr. Zhao drew a few banknotes and gave them to the child, and then stopped the woman beside him: "Can you just look at me now?"
The man listened with a contemptuous smile in his eyes.
I really thought that Mr. Zhao had the heart to do good deeds, but it turned out that he was just chasing women.
However, there is one thing that is strange.
The man squinted at Mo Bei's back, and gradually there was a poison inside.
He pressed the headset and said something to the other side.
After Mo Bei returned to the car, the man smiled and said, "Speaking of which, I really admire Mr. Zhao's courage. It's so chaotic here, and he dares to come over and discuss business with us."
Tingfeng didn't pay attention to this sentence, he thought the other party was a businessman.
Mo Bei's eyes darkened a lot, but his tone brought out doubts: "Chaos?"
"Mr. Zhao really doesn't know, or he's just pretending to be confused. Not far from here is the crossfire zone. Now all major companies are withdrawing. There are not many Chinese businessmen here. Even the consulate is overcrowded. It is said that it won't be long. Yisi will also become a war zone, and what is left now is to earn with one's life... "
The man hadn't finished speaking.
Just heard a "shit" from the rear seat.
Mo Bei's emotions seemed to be a little out of control: "That secretary is lying to me, he told me that it is safe here, safe ass! Stop!"
The driver went to see the man this time.
The man didn't nod.
Mo Bei punched the back of the chair: "I'll let you stop! I want to go back! Buy the earliest flight back!"
The man had put away the gun he had prepared before, and said with a smile, "Young Master Zhao, listen to me."
"What's there to say! I saw that the secretary was not a good guy, and he dared to lie to me." Some people are handsome when they are angry, and Mo Bei is like this, especially when squinting: "After me, I must It will kill him badly."
The man and the driver glanced at each other and said patiently: "Company Zhao, you misunderstood your secretary. Although ISIS is messy, it's not unsafe. The top decision-makers are here, and nothing will happen. Big mess, not to mention us? We will guarantee your safety, after all, you are our partner."
Mo Bei seemed to have calmed down at this time, but his tone was still a little exasperated, and he looked at the man with his eyes: "How do you make me believe you? If you don't say it, I haven't thought about it yet. I thought there are poor people everywhere, but now I don't. It's the same, I don't want to stay in this ghost place at all, who knows if I will lose my life."
Hearing this, the man pressed his left ear.
Obviously, the people over there are still there, and they all heard the movement here.
"Let him see our strength."
When the voice came, the man was still a little hesitant, but seeing that Mr. Zhao was so scared to death just now, he decided that he was a soft-footed shrimp. It turns out that he not only likes to pick up girls, but also has a low IQ, which is a bit stupid. It's because he is greedy for life and afraid of death. Such a good candidate really can't let him go back like this.
"We dare to do business in Yisi, of course we have our own guarantees." The man turned sideways, revealing his waist.
Tingfeng's eyes widened in an instant.
Not because he hadn't seen a gun.
It's that he's only now realizing that this person is in danger.
The man also saw Tingfeng's expression.
But he mistakenly thought that the other party was afraid.
This is normal, after all, people from the east are afraid of this.
Even Mr. Zhao next to her turned pale.
The man is very satisfied with this picture.
"How is it? Can Mr. Zhao feel at ease now?"
(end of this chapter)