A dozen girls in their early twenties and a boy of sixteen or seventeen were discussing the details of setting up a Syrian version of the relief organization in a coffee shop.
The conversation lasted until late into the night.
"Yawn..." Yusna yawned, looking very sleepy.
The other girls were the same. They were frightened again and again, and then started to brainstorm about the rescue organization. Their brains were very tired and needed to rest.
Xia Lei said: "It's already very late. Why don't you all rest in the hotel? Don't go back. I'll book a room for you."
"How can that be done?" Yusnalu looked embarrassed, "If I don't go home and spend the night outside, my parents will scold me."
The other girls also looked embarrassed, but they didn't show it.
This is the Middle East after all, and the control over women is very strict, especially unmarried women. They can't even show their faces on the street, let alone spend the night outside.
Xia Lei thought for a moment, "Okay then, I'll take you back."
“Mr.
Xia Lei said: "It's so late and it's during the war. I'm not worried. Stop talking. Either you stay in the hotel and rest, or I take you back. You choose one."
Girls, you look at me, I look at you, and then we get together and discuss it in whispers.
"Okay, Mr. Xia, I'll trouble you." Yusna told the results of the girls' discussion.
A few minutes later a Kamaz SUV departed from the hotel and drove down a street. Xia Lei drove, and a dozen Syrian girls were his passengers. The Kamaz off-road vehicle can carry an infantry squad, which is ten people, and there is no problem with adding a few more, so although the girls are crowded in the vehicle, it is actually not very crowded.
But there is another thing that is crowded, that is like the fragrance of girls. Every inch of air in the car is filled with the fragrance of the girls, and it feels like being among flowers.
The Kamaz off-road vehicle shuttled through the streets, and the girls in the vehicle left one by one, becoming fewer and fewer.
Zaiya is the last one. Her home is on the side of the road, with a bakery in front and a residence where she and her family live in the back.
"Thank you, Mr. Xia." Zaiya got out of the car and said goodbye to Xia Lei through the car window.
"You're welcome. Go back and rest early. We'll meet at the hotel tomorrow." Xia Lei said.
"Yes." Zaya smiled at Xia Lei, and then waved to Xia Lei.
At this time, a small door of the bakery suddenly opened, and a tall, fat Arab man walked out of the small door. He arrived before he could say anything, and said angrily, "Zaiya, who is that?"
Zaya's expression suddenly changed and she urged: "Mr. … Go quickly, go quickly!”
Xia Lei opened the car door and got out of the car.
"You..." Zaya didn't know what to do.
Zaya's father strode over, holding a thick rolling pin in his hand, and his fat face was full of anger.
"Dad, it's so late and you haven't rested yet?" Zaya said bravely.
"I'll settle the score with you later. Who is this kid? It's so late, why are you with him?" Zaya's father came over and stared at Xia Lei. It seemed that as long as there was no reasonable explanation, the rolling pin in his hand would fall on Xia Lei's head.
"He is..." Zaya was a little nervous.
Xia Lei interrupted her, "Uncle, I am the president of the Relief Society. The Relief Society is a charitable organization that specializes in helping Syrians. I came here specifically to order one million loaves of bread for you. Give it to those who are in need of food.”
Zhayya's father was stunned on the spot.
Zaya was also stunned. She obviously did not expect that Xia Lei would place an order with his father, and it would be such a huge order.
Before Zaya's father and Zaya came to their senses, Xia Lei said again: "I'm in a hurry, Zaya, I'll leave this matter to you. Each loaf is priced at one dollar. One million US dollars, pay half of the deposit first. If there is not enough flour, I will tell the Russians and ask them to ship it from Russia, and I will pay the freight."
Boom!
The rolling pin in Zaiya's father's hand fell to the ground.
He has been making bread all his life, but he can only make a hundred or so breads a day at most. Now a sixteen or seventeen-year-old Oriental boy has placed a super order for one million breads for him. What's more, he has never baked a dollar's worth of bread in his life!
With these words, Xia Lei turned around and got into the car.
"Wait, um... Mr., are you telling the truth?" Zaya's father finally came to his senses.
Xia Lei smiled and said, "Of course it's true. Zaya is the president and she is in charge of the funds. She will put a deposit of US$500,000 into your account later. You'd better buy some equipment and workers. .Okay, let Zaya handle this little thing, I really have to go. Goodbye Zaya, goodbye uncle."
The Kamaz off-road vehicle roared and disappeared in the blink of an eye.
Zaya's father was stunned for a long time before he came back to his senses and asked, "Daughter, am I dreaming?"
Zaya said: "Dad, it seems we have to apply for a foreign bank account."
Zaiya's father's eyes suddenly fell on Zaiya's face, "Isn't that right for you and him?"
"Dad! What are you thinking about? We just met!"
"It was the same way with your mother back then."
"He is a god-like man!"
"A godlike man?"
Xia Lei couldn't hear these talks.
In almost half an hour's drive, the Kamaz off-road vehicle arrived at an area where wealthy people live in Damascus. There are no high-rise buildings here, but all are ancient residences, giving people the feeling of being in a noble settlement of Damascus in the Middle Ages.
Xia Lei stopped the car and walked towards one of the houses. The main body of the residence resembles a castle, with Persian Empire-style domes and spiers. It looks majestic, full of history and nobility. The courtyard is spacious, planted with many drought-tolerant plants, and there is a swimming pool. Under the light of the stars and moon, the swimming pool is like a blue gem.
Even drinking water is a problem for ordinary people, but there is a swimming pool for bathing here. This is the life of the rich.
Arriving under the courtyard wall, Xia Lei jumped over the fence-like wall and entered the courtyard.
Several armed soldiers passed by with a military dog on their hands, but even the military dog could not detect Xia Lei hiding behind a palm olive tree.
The patrolling soldiers passed by, and Xia Lei rushed towards the main castle-like building as quickly as possible.
In a study room.
"Is this all?" A woman shed tears, "Our son is still so young, he has not yet married a wife and has children, but he will spend the rest of his life in hospital. Such hatred, such Are you indifferent to the humiliation?"
This woman is Ahmed's mother.
Ahmed's sister and his brother-in-law Hassan were also in the study, where a very important family meeting was taking place.
"Enough!" Armand interrupted his wife's cry rudely, "That boy is not a human at all, he is a devil! Bullets can't kill him. Behind him is a powerful country, and he himself is known as the world's most powerful country. The boss of Hope Star Pharmaceutical Company, he is also the younger brother of Xia Lei, the founder of Leima Group! We cannot afford to offend such a person!"
"Is this the case?" Ahmed's sister said gloomily, "My brother is the only boy in our family. He will never be able to marry and have children in his life. If we just let it go, he will hate us. of."
Hassan said: "Father-in-law, I have a way to kill him without us having to do anything."
"What can we do?" Armand looked at Hassan.
Hassan said: "We can send his location information to the Americans. The Americans want to kill that kid more than us. As long as we send his location information to the Americans, their warships and bombers will give him a fatal blow." If he dies on the battlefield, who can cause trouble for us?"
Armand's eyes lit up, "This is a good idea, let's do it!"
Ahmed's sister said: "I have had contact with people from CIA. Let us be responsible for this matter. If your identity comes into contact with Americans, it will cause trouble."
"He must die, he must be smashed to pieces!" Ahmed's mother gritted her teeth: "He deserves to go to hell just like those despicable civilians! And those girls, those girls who watched my son become disabled, too Be punished!"
"Mother-in-law, as long as we kill that boy, none of those girls will be able to escape," Hassan said.
"Why… "
Suddenly there was a sighing voice outside the door.
"Who?" Hassan shouted, "Who is outside?"
The study door opened, and a Chinese boy appeared at the door.
Hassan and Armand's faces instantly lost all color.
Ahmed's mother and sister had never seen Xia Lei, but when they saw the Chinese face, they realized who was coming to the door, and fear was born at that time.
Armand suddenly opened his mouth, "Come on -"
puff!
A bullet flew into Armand's mouth and penetrated the back of his head.
Puff puff!
A pistol equipped with a silencer sprayed out bullets, and Ahmed's family fell to the ground in the blink of an eye.
Xia Lei then walked into the study and closed the door with his heel.
Ahmed's father, mother and sister were all killed with one shot. Only Hassan was shot in the lung and did not die immediately. He crawled in a pool of blood, searching for a glimmer of hope in despair.
Xia Lei walked towards Hassan.
"Don't... don't kill me..." Hassan begged.
Xia Lei took out a handkerchief from his trouser pocket and wiped the handle of the gun, then squatted down, opened Hassan's hand, and put the pistol into Hassan's hand.
"You, you... what are you going to do?" Hassan's voice was full of panic.
"You killed your father-in-law, mother-in-law and wife, and then committed suicide. Isn't that difficult to understand?" Xia Lei raised Hassan's hand and moved the muzzle of the gun to Hassan's jaw little by little.
"No... no... please..."
puff!
Blood sprayed and Hassan's head hit the ground hard.
"Xiao Qian, fire your bow." Xia Lei said.
The assassin Shaoyun appeared in the study, "Master, the safe is inside the wall of the study. You have to do it yourself. I will be responsible for the money in the bank account."
"The money is all Syrian civilians' money, transferred to charity funds." Xia Lei said.
"Well, the master is great."
Xia Lei, "..."