Three days later, night.
Over Damascus.
"Mr. Xia, we have arrived in Damascus." In a large An-225 transport plane, a Russian officer said politely to a Chinese teenager who was taking a nap.
This Chinese boy is Xia Lei. He flew directly from Italy to Russia and then from Russia to Syria. This An-225 large transport aircraft was flown almost exclusively for him, but the price was not cheap, two million US dollars.
Xia Lei opened his eyes, feeling a little dazed, as if he had just woken up, "Are you here?"
"We're here, Mr. Xia." The Russian officer said: "We will land at the air force base on the outskirts of Damascus. That base is under our control. You will be safe there. But if you leave, we will not be able to guarantee your safety. .”
Xia Lei smiled and said, "I am responsible for my own safety. You just need to send me to the ground. Well, give me another car."
The Russian officer said: "No problem, I will prepare a military off-road vehicle, as well as weapons and ammunition for you. If you need bodyguards, then... "
"I don't need a bodyguard." Xia Lei said.
"Then I understand." The Russian officer also showed a smile, "Mr. Xia, you speak Russian very well."
Xia Lei said: "You will receive the remaining balance of one million US dollars when you arrive at your base."
"It's a pleasure to cooperate." The Russian officer shook hands with Xia Lei.
The An-225 swooped down and landed in a military base on the western outskirts of Damascus.
More than ten minutes later, a Kamaz military armored off-road vehicle left the air base and headed for Damascus. The Russian officer originally prepared some weapons and ammunition for Xia Lei, but Xia Lei didn't want them. He doesn't need weapons now. For him, his own body is the strongest weapon.
The lights of Damascus city under the night sky are sparse, giving people the feeling that they may fall into complete darkness at any time.
If God loves someone, He will place him in Damascus.
This sentence is a compliment to Damascus, an ancient city with a history of more than 4,000 years, but it is not just a compliment. Before the Arab Spring movement, this was indeed a peaceful and beautiful city, with a reputation as a paradise on earth. But now, it is crying. The ancient country of Syria is devastated. Children and women bleed every day, and men die every day.
Some say it is the price of freedom.
But is that really the case
There were almost no vehicles on the road. Xia Lei drove the Kamaz off-road vehicle and quickly arrived at the checkpoint entering the city. He handed over the pass given to him by the Russian officer, and easily passed the checkpoint and entered Damascus city.
There are no street lights or pedestrians, and most houses are dark due to lack of electricity. Kamaz off-road vehicles drive by on the street, and occasionally a head will poke out of the roadside window to take a cautious peek.
Half an hour later, the Kamaz SUV stopped in front of a hotel next to the Umayyad Mosque. It was one of the few hotels still in operation, and Xia Lei was also attracted by its lights.
The hotel's name is "Romantic Rose". It is a modern building with more than ten floors. It stands on the ancient street and is particularly eye-catching.
In front of the hotel is the square of the Umayyad Mosque. At a glance, you can see the ancient and majestic Umayyad Mosque, its dome and tower, as well as the statue of Saladin standing in front of the door.
With the pass given by the officer, Xia Lei quickly completed the check-in process and checked into the hotel. His room is located on the fifth floor of the hotel. When he opens the window, he can have a panoramic view of the square and the Umayyad Mosque.
"Xiaoqian." While looking at the Umayyad Mosque in front of the window, Xia Lei awakened Xiaoqian's second form.
"Master, do you miss me?" A virtual woman appeared next to Xia Lei, wearing a black robe, a black veil, brown curly hair and brown eyes. Only a pair of eyes and half of her tall legs were exposed. bridge of the nose. However, although it is not exposed, under the black robe, she is big where it should be, and it is curvy where it should be. She is tall, plump and sexy.
This is a typical Arab beauty style.
Xia Lei was already accustomed to her habit of changing her image according to the environment. He went straight to the topic, "What is the situation of Maria and Scarlett now?"
"They are already in Iceland and are preparing for the research station according to your plan. They are safe, master, you don't have to worry. I will protect their information at all times to avoid being tracked by CIA people. At the same time, I will also pass the message to CIA There is some wrong information that they are in Russia. When the CIA confirms that it is fake news, I will put another one." Xiaoqian said.
"Yeah." Xia Lei nodded, "What's the situation at home?"
"The ladies are watching "Pirates of the Caribbean 5", do you want me to set up a video call?" Xiaoqian asked.
Xia Lei hesitated for a moment, then finally gave up, "No, please contact them again in a few days." After a pause, he added, "Give me the information about Aleppo."
"The city has turned into a ghost town, with government forces and Peshmerga fighting every day. Many people have fled and some are trapped in the city. Terrorist groups are also operating there, killing people there. Civilians. In short, I describe it as hell on earth, where every inch of land is soaked in the blood and tears of Syrians." Middle Eastern beauty Xiaoqian said.
"I understand." Xia Lei said: "You immediately write an email in my name and send it to the most prestigious reporter here. In the letter, you tell the reporter as Xia Chongsheng that I will save that city. people, bringing them warmth and hope. I am ready to be interviewed by her, and during the interview I will set up a relief organization in Syria... "
"Master, the envelope from the relief organization is from the Catholic Church and you. The people here believe in Islam." Xiaoqian couldn't help but interrupt Xia Lei.
"It is a charitable organization. I will not force anyone to join or change their beliefs. The relief association here only helps those suffering people who need help. When the relief association is established, I will inject one billion US dollars and hire local volunteers. Instead, local volunteers will be responsible for running the rescue association," Xia Lei said.
"So that's it. I've already written it. Master, do you want to read it?" Xiaoqian asked.
Xia Lei said: "No need, you can just be responsible for such small things. That's it, just do the work."
Xiaoqian disappeared.
One billion dollars did not save all the suffering people, but this is his attitude and his heart.
This is why he did not go directly to Aleppo but came to Damascus. His purpose is to absorb the energy of negative desires here, such as sadness, despair, hatred, fear, etc., but he is not the kind of person who eats a king's meal. Now that he is here, he will do something for the suffering people here.
Suddenly a group of young people, both men and women, numbering dozens, came to the square of the Umayyad Mosque. They lit dozens of candles in the center of the square, placed some flowers, and then stood quietly around the candles.
Xia Lei's heart moved. He opened the window and jumped directly from the room on the fifth floor.
No one noticed this terrible scene. The street outside the hotel was empty without even a soul.
Xia Lei walked to the square and got close to the group of young people. Only then did he see a photo placed next to a candle. That was a photo of a little girl, not the kind of innocent and cute little girl. Her eyes were closed and her face was covered in blood. One of her legs was missing and she lay in the ruins, with an old and dirty doll beside her.
It is not difficult to see that this group of Syrian youths are holding a memorial ceremony for a little girl who was killed.
This photo also touched Xia Lei's heart. What kind of person could do something to such a cute child
"Hey! Who are you?" A young man who was filming with his mobile phone found Xia Lei and asked in a not polite tone.
Xia Lei glanced at him and said in Arabic: "I am just like you. I am here to mourn this child."
More eyes moved to him, some were wary, some were curious, and some were a little aggressive.
"Do you know this child?" The Syrian young man taking pictures with his mobile phone walked towards Xia Lei.
Xia Lei shook his head, "I don't know him, but does it matter?"
The Syrian young man holding a mobile phone came to Xia Lei and said in a fierce tone, "Are you here to show your kindness and kindness? Or your so-called liberal values? Let's go, hypocritical people like you are not welcome here!"
Xia Lei shrugged, "I'm not an American, I'm from China."
"Get out!" The young man holding the mobile phone suddenly stretched out his hand and pushed Xia Lei.
Xia Lei did not fight back. Instead, he cooperated and took a few steps back, staggering, giving the impression that he was almost pushed down.
"Ahmud, what are you doing?" A young woman with brown hair stood up and said dissatisfiedly: "He did not mean any harm. He said that China is a friendly and peace-loving country."
"Yusna, watch your words! I am a man!" The young man known as Ahmed said angrily: "You are a woman, how dare you say that to me in front of a foreigner?"
While talking, Ahmed suddenly walked towards Yusna.
Yusna's expression suddenly became tense, and she subconsciously stepped back, but at that moment two Syrian youths stepped in from the side and blocked her way back.
Women have no status in this land, and they cannot complain no matter how reasonable they are. What a man says is what it is and cannot be violated. Yusna looked at Xia Lei as a child and couldn't help but speak out to stop Ahmed, but unexpectedly she angered Ahmed and got into trouble.
This group of young people are all students in Damascus. Because the war school is at a semi-standstill, there are almost no classes on weekdays. Ahmed is the leader of this group of students. His father is an official and his family is rich. His brother-in-law also serves in the army, and his position is not low. It was Ahmed's idea to come here tonight to film a memorial ceremony for a little girl who was killed. He is very good at using the Internet to gain a good reputation and benefit himself and his family.
For Yusna, getting into trouble with such a person is indeed a big trouble.
"Hey!"
But just when Ahmed was about to do something to punish Yusna, a childish voice came from behind him.
Xia Lei's voice said, "Apologise."
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