The next morning, Song Xuanhe was woken up by the knocking on the door outside.
The middle-aged man who opened the door for him yesterday babbled a lot after he opened the door. Seeing Song Xuan and his dazed expression, he came to his senses and said in American: "Suddenly today there is an army inspecting everyone. Is there anyone in the family hiding someone from the opposite party, you will implicate our family if you stay here, you should leave quickly!"
Before Song Xuanhe could react from the daze he had just woken up from, the middle-aged man took the two women and hurriedly cleaned up his things, then gave him some food, and said, "You never Go out the back door and try to avoid the army people to leave, but if you meet the army people, don’t start a conflict, just say that you came to Mr. Hashemi to learn how to dye cloth, maybe they will believe it.”
When he said the last sentence, the middle-aged man didn't believe it himself. Because he didn't believe that someone would go to this place where they all want to flee to die for a piece of cloth or such a ridiculous reason, so although Song Xuanhe said the same reason as the friend who contacted him yesterday, he didn't Believe.
Song Xuanhe could see the distrust of the middle-aged man, but he didn't think about explaining, just said: "Please tell me the nearest way to the station."
"The station doesn't have cars every day!" The middle-aged man gave him a robe and a scarf that could cover him, told Song Xuanhe the shortest and safest route, and sighed: "There are often Outsiders, if you are lucky, you may even meet your country’s ambassador here, then you will be safe, so let’s go.”
Song Xuanhe nodded, left a wad of money and a lot of food bought earlier, and left through the back door.
Even the system couldn't help but say something sarcastic: [When you came here yesterday, did you ever think that you would risk your life to escape now.]
[I thought about it.]
Song Xuanhe was walking on the almost empty street, recalling the route that the middle-aged man said just now in his mind, and observing the safest way to go.
[Then do you regret it? ] The system asked again.
Song Xuanhe paused: [Yes.]
The system was taken aback. At that time, it knew exactly how persistent Song Xuanhe was, and knew more about his personality that he would not regret doing something if he wanted to do it. At this time, he asked this question because the chip was hot and made him blurt it out. In fact, when it asked, the data told it through the previous collection of Song Xuanhe's data, Song Xuanhe had an 87% chance of saying no regrets, and only 13% of uncontrollable factors.
Generally, in this kind of disparity in the data, the small percentage does not need to be considered, because under normal circumstances, more than 99% of the data with a high percentage is the answer, but after getting to know Song Xuanhe and Xiao Yuanmu , the system began to doubt whether it was the most advanced system and whether it really had the most detailed data, otherwise its high percentage data would always be inaccurate.
The extremely unwilling system continued to ask: [Why do you regret it? Haven't you ever regretted doing anything before?]
Song Xuanhe pursed his lips, he knew why he regretted it, but he would not tell the system.
Unable to hear Song Xuanhe's answer, the system was ready to ask questions, but just as he was about to speak, it detected a large number of people rushing here, and hurriedly said: [Someone is coming! At least twenty people! Now the place where you can hide on this road is fifty meters away, but based on their walking speed and your speed without disturbing them, you have no place to hide at all!]
[You can directly state the conclusion. ] Song Xuanhe didn't seem to panic at all, but asked very calmly: [Did they bring guns?]
[Bring it! Everyone brought it.]
Song Xuanhe frowned, walked close to the wall and said: [What do you think are the chances of me leaving City X alive.]
[Fifty percent.]The system said.
This half-and-half chance is equivalent to nothing.
Song Xuanhe shook his head, even in such a critical situation, he didn't panic at all, and he didn't even feel scared at all.
[If I am facing a great threat to my life here, can you send me back to my world directly.]
[Theoretically, it is not possible.]The system said: [And you still have an extra-plot mission in this world that you haven’t completed yet. If you go back directly, you will be restricted by the main system. In addition, you have already attracted the attention of the main system before. I can't go back.]
[The premise is that I can live to that time.]
Song Xuanhe stopped, raised his hands, and calmly looked at the several armed men who were approaching him step by step with the wooden warehouse.
The person walking on the far left looked Song Xuanhe up and down, took a step forward and tore off his turban, looked at his companions, and asked in Mi: "Identity."
Song Xuanhe took out his passport and handed it over honestly.
Several other people pointed their guns here, and the person who took Song Xuan and the passport looked down.
[You'd better not think about running away by yourself.]Seeing Song Xuanhe's eyes flickering, he looked at the other people around him without any trace, and said systematically: [According to my analysis, the possibility of you successfully escaping from these people is zero.]
[You don't need to analyze it. ] Song Xuanhe twitched the corner of his mouth and said: [I also know that the possibility of me escaping from them is zero.]
[Then what do you observe them doing?]The system asked.
[Know yourself and know your enemy.]Song Xuanhe said lightly: [I must know my current situation.]
[Your situation is...] The system paused, followed Song Xuanhe's gaze to scan a few inconspicuous people hidden among this group of armed men, and said: [The first man in the second row from the left on your right is Not the people who came after you before.]
Song Xuanhe hooked his lips: [You finally see it.]
[Then they are...]
Before the system finished speaking, the man who had just read the passport and communicated with his companions said in American: "Mr. Song, we are the people sent by Mr. Xiao to protect you. Please leave now with us."
Song Xuanhe nodded, glanced at some unfamiliar faces in the crowd, and said, "I'm sorry to bother you."
The Arab nodded, raised his hand to let the others put down their guns, walked beside Song Xuanhe and said, "Put on your scarf first, keep your head down, and try not to show your face."
Song Xuanhe didn't ask any further questions, and did as the man said.
The group of them quietly and orderly passed through the area where the military and civilians were concentrated and got on the car. After getting on the car, the Arab relaxed a little, and smiled at Song Xuanhe, "I don't know why Mr. Song came to Country X?"
Song Xuanhe: "I came to look for Mr. Hashimi, and I want to learn from him his special dyeing techniques and the way of making dyes."
"So that's how it is." The Arab said with a smile, "Mr. Hashemi is very famous in country X, but a few days ago because his daughter fell ill, the medical treatment and environment here are not suitable for patients to recuperate, so he had to take his family with him. It was us, Mr Hashemi and his family who left."
Song Xuanhe's eyes lit up, and he asked, "Do you know where Mr. Hashimi went?"
"I only know that they went to the United States." The Arab said: "But I don't know exactly where, but if you want to find him, you can ask Mr. Xiao. I believe it is very easy for him to find Mr. Hashemi in the United States. "
Song Xuanhe was noncommittal, "Thank you."
However, this serious-looking Arab man is called Muhammad. He is very talkative. During the rickety journey, he not only asked Song Xuan and many things he saw and heard during his travels, but also talked about his family who was placed abroad, and expressed concern about the authorities.
All in all, it was fun and easy until the sand blasted ahead.
"Protect Mr. Song!"
Amidst the "chug" sound of bullets shooting wildly, Song Xuanhe was pushed down by Muhammad, and then opened the car door to shoot. Then he turned his head seriously and said, "Do you know how to use a gun?"
At this time, Song Xuanhe had already put something that could be used as a weapon on his body, and said quickly after hearing the words: "Yes."
Muhammad quickly threw a gun to him and gave him two clips. He pointed to the small village faintly visible in the yellow sand flying in front of him and said, "You run as far as you can, and I will have someone escort you. Someone there will take you to America."
In this situation, there is no time to say more, Song Xuanhe nodded and then followed the few people who came behind to leave. However, he had just walked a few steps away when he spotted someone on a sandbag with sharp eyes.
He called Muhammad and shouted, "Run!"
Muhammad reacted extremely quickly. He followed Song Xuanhe and ran in the same direction almost without thinking. After several people ran tens of meters, the sand blasted behind threw them to the ground.
The loess and gravel pavement hit, and everyone hugged their heads. After a few seconds, they regained their composure and turned their heads to see that the off-road vehicle that had just parked in the middle of the road had been blown to pieces and was on fire.
"Thank you." Muhammad looked around vigilantly before getting up and asked Song Xuanhe, "Are you not injured?"
Song Xuanhe shook his head, and the group of people moved forward again. At this time, the people who caught up behind attracted firepower for them. Their progress was no longer as difficult as before, but their tense nerves could not be relaxed.
They moved forward vigilantly, and did not relax a little until they were about to reach the agreed village. However, just after they relaxed, stray bullets hit the front. Those people may have seen through the previous situation that Song Xuan and Muhammad's group were trying their best to Protector, so almost all the firepower is directed in his direction this time.
Muhammad and the others immediately covered Song Xuanhe, but their protection made those people more sure of their guess, and the attacks on Song Xuanhe became more violent.
Under the hail of bullets, the system instructed Song Xuanhe in his mind where to hide. With his agility, he was not injured for a while, but within two minutes, several people on their side were injured, and the people on the other side were injured. He was also injured countless times by their side.
It's just that Muhammad was shot in the arm. At this moment, the fire ceased for a while. Song Xuanhe turned his head to check Muhammad's injury. Just when his head was not more than ten degrees off, the system yelled in his head: [Be careful!]
The moment the bullet entered his body, Song Xuanhe felt as if he saw a figure rushing towards him.