Rise of the Wasteland Chapter 1219: Unbearable

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"Suicide bombing attacks occurred again in the Aleppo area of ​​Syria. It is reported that there were more than a dozen casualties, most of them women and children."

In the CCAV news report, Aleppo is the shaking camera, the broken city, the sporadic gunfire, and the pedestrians walking around.

There are too many similar terrorist attacks. People only know that people have died somewhere else. As for where is this place? Who actually died? No one in China is interested. Everyone's impression of the war comes from movies and television. The reality is too far away, no feeling.

But at the scene of the explosion, the mood is different. Zhou Qingfeng stood by the bomb pit for a long time.

He had foreseen danger before, and when the refugees were provoked, he felt the danger was approaching. But he was forced to go by just pretending to be dressed, and the UN refugee agency's rescue convoy eventually mixed with Aleppo refugees.

What about killing two suspects in the crowd? The explosion still happened.

Zhou Qingfeng was blown out by air waves more than ten meters away, the eardrum ruptured, and his face was bleeding. When he returned to the bombing pit, there were no more than a dozen people who had stood there, only the burnt black limbs and the crying wounded. Wang Zhigao, who had just spoken to him ..., disappeared.

The Zhou Qingfeng's armored squad responsible for protecting immediately rushed up to separate refugees and idlers, etc. The captain of the red team ran over and shouted: "Head, you need to bandage."

Zhou Qingfeng touched his face, blood and dirt mixed with it, wet. He was a little dizzy with concussion and one ear was deaf, but he still shook his head and said: "I'm not a big deal, just a moment."

The scene was very chaotic. Some people were crying, some were shouting, and some were falling on the ground. Few people came out to rescue, and the soldiers of the government army ran around like headless flies.

Zhou Qingfeng quickly received a call from Xiao Jinlang. The first sentence of the head is: "Boy, how are you?"

"I'm fine." After the bombing, Zhou Qingfeng's's spirit was quite ethereal, and his tone was flat.

The Xiao Jinlang on the other end of the phone was relieved, "How is the scene?"

"A lot of people have died, one of our majors, logistically surnamed Wang. I heard a warning from him at that time, it seemed that someone was running for me. But it did n’t happen when I turned around and exploded."

Xiao Jinlang also sighed, but there was no sense of sadness, "You do n’t care so much, Aleppo is not where you are staying. You should leave, go where you go, find a safe place, do n’t play in Syria Now. "

Listening to this, it is obvious that China has given up the idea of ​​monitoring Zhou Qingfeng. The big brothers only begged him to eat and drink, and don't have to go wrong.

And Zhou Qingfeng was not happy to hear this. He did not stubbornly say that he must stay, but instead sighed obediently, "Well, I leave Syria. I won't cause you any trouble."

The Zhou Qingfeng, which is so talkative, is a bit beyond the expectations of Xiao Jinlang, but Old Xiao still replied immediately: "You do n’t want to go where you are, I ’ll arrange a helicopter for you. You first go back to Damascus, then go anywhere."

Zhou Qingfeng returned to his car, surrounded by alert armored soldiers, loose outside and tight inside, refusing anyone to approach. He could still see the crater on the road not far away through the car window. There seemed to be a person standing there in a trance, someone who was just talking to him.

The driver of the car was arranged by Guoan. Seeing that there was blood on his face in the back seat, Zhou Qingfeng quickly found him gauze and hemostatic spray. After Zhou Qingfeng reached out and took it, he suddenly asked, "Do you feel that I am a person who is particularly self-willed, troublesome, and annoying?"

The driver froze for a while, but said nothing.

"Bleeding, sweating and tearing, just to protect me from such a teaser who likes to run around and make troubles everywhere? And this teaser does not know gratitude, every time something is bigger than the sky. I I remember that I had a disaster before, and you have intelligence personnel who have died because of the tail sweep. "

The driver still does not speak.

Zhou Qingfeng sighed and continued to say to himself, "I am not familiar with that major Wang, and I have not seen it many times in total. This explosion was probably directed at me, and I felt like he was dying for me On the way, he mentioned that his wife did not want him to come to Syria, and the child still thought he would go back quickly.

But now he can't go back. "

The wound on the Zhou Qingfeng's head has scabed quickly, and the blood has stopped. After washing with water, it is basically fine after cleaning up. But the driver who bandaged him still wrapped his head around with gauze.

Zhou Qingfeng sits still, but just keeps asking: "How many people have you sacrificed to take care of me?"

The driver is a man in his thirties, with an ordinary face but a strong body. After finishing the bandage, he returned to the driver's seat and continued to remain quiet. Zhou Qingfeng suddenly grabbed his shoulder with excitement and asked, "Aren't you able to speak? Are there many people who died because of me?"

The driver was still calm when he turned around, but he finally said simply: "The leader said you are very important, very important, extremely important. It is worth our entire team to fight for their lives to defend."

"Haha ..." Zhou Qingfeng let go of his wry smile and fell silent on the backrest of Jeep.

Xiao Jinlang made several more phone calls to inform that the helicopter has been arranged. Zhou Qingfeng answered lazily on the phone a few times, and could only continue to wait, occasionally looking away from the car to pass the time. But while he was aiming and looking around, there was a person in the crowd near the team who caught his attention.

A tattered middle-aged man in a turban. He has a high nose, deep eyes, and a vague face. His eyes are always aimed at the Zhou Qingfeng car. The Zhou Qingfeng has always had a good memory. He remembers this bastard. Just before the suicide bombing, this guy pointed behind the crowd of refugees.

About two or thirty meters away, Zhou Qingfeng and this guy face each other across the crowd. He felt that the man was looking at himself, observing the jeep he was sitting in. ‘Yinzhu Face’ also realized that he was found and quickly turned his head down to the crowd.

"Old Xiao, Old Xiao, I think I found the instructions behind the suicide bombing just now. Do we want to catch him?" Zhou Qingfeng quickly found a satellite phone to find Xiao Jinlang.

But the Xiao Jinlang on the other end of the phone seems to be very busy, but can only be persevered to persuade: "Boy, do n’t cause trouble. The terrorist arrest is not ours, the helicopter will be here soon, you have to wait patiently, etc. . "

When the phone hangs up, Zhou Qingfeng can only sit in the car. The "yin face" outside the car seemed to be gone, but within a few minutes this guy appeared beside a broken house sixty to seventy meters away, holding a binoculars in his hand and still looking at Zhou Qingfeng. He has a lot of courage, and even knows that he is exposed to Zhou Qingfeng than the middle finger.

Zhou Qingfeng has very sharp eyes, he shouted to the front driver: "Which guy is 70 meters away from the left is definitely a terrorist, and should send someone to catch it."

The armored soldiers in charge of the guard quickly expanded the guard circle. Zhou Qingfeng sent two people to catch each other, but in fact it can only be driven. Compared with the lawless Zhou Qingfeng, the national security personnel who protect him are much more cautious.

The driver whispered, "Our current identity is that of the United Nations aid team and military observation team. It ca n’t cause trouble, and it does n’t have the power of law enforcement."

It means ..., sit back and relax.

In the face of the drove, the 'yinzhu face' at most continued to run further, or stared in the direction of Zhou Qingfeng's. He just kept consuming it. And three or five associates appeared next to him, looking at Zhou Qingfeng one by one.

And Zhou Qingfeng can only watch in the car.

Wait for four or five hours, a little squirrel arrived in Aleppo and landed slowly. Old Xiao synchronously contacted Zhou Qingfeng: "Get on the helicopter and leave immediately."

"What about the terrorists who killed us?" Zhou Qingfeng asked rhetorically.

"Syrian officials just protested to us, saying that our people slaughtered two civilians in Aleppo. We are thinking about how to wipe the buttocks, what else do you want?"

Zhou Qingfeng was choked and speechless, only got on the helicopter.

However, when the helicopter flew and climbed, Zhou Qingfeng clearly saw the ground's "shadowy face" aiming at him. His companion also took off his trousers and peeed into the sky. This hatred is obviously unstoppable.

Lying trough ..., you ca n’t bear it anymore, no more!

'Little Squirrel' climbed for more than ten meters, but Zhou Qingfeng took off his military uniform, kicked the helicopter's hatch with a kick, and jumped straight down.