Chapter 49

Gao Yang, who hasn't smoked for three years, slowly spits out a cigarette ring. He has thrown more than a dozen cigarette butts at his feet. Most of them haven't finished smoking, leaving a long half. Mixed cigarettes are too difficult for Gao Yang to smoke. He is still used to smoking flue-cured cigarettes.

Distraught Gao Yang snuffed out the burning cigarette end in his hand, looked at Cui Bo with a calm face, and suddenly felt a little angry. He went to Cui Bo sitting in a chair cleaning his gun, slapped Cui Bo on the head, and then whispered: "You heartless bastard, old maozi is still in there for surgery. You fart gun! According to common sense, should you comfort me and say that groliov must be fine!"

Cui Bo raised his head blankly, looked at Gao Yang vaguely, and said, "ah! Ah? Oh, didn't Lao maozi go to surgery? What are you worried about? He didn't have a baby. What are you wandering about?"

"You, you, you..."

Gao Yang was completely speechless. He pointed at Cui Bo for a long time, but he didn't know what to say. Maybe for Cui Bo, sending old Mao Zi to the operating room meant that he was all right, and Gao Yang didn't know how to explain to Cui Bo. In an operating room transformed from a bedroom, an old man who looked very unreliable was operated on, and then the operation had been done It's been four hours and there hasn't been any news in it. If this means that it must be all right, it can only show that either Cui Bo is really a second-class goods, or Cui Bo's heart is extremely big.

Looking at the anxious turn, an Arab sitting quietly on one side suddenly said: "Be quiet. If your friend is saved, he must be fine. If your friend is not saved, it's no use asking anyone to come. I've told you that the old man who went in is the best doctor in Libya and a world-class doctor, so there's no closure surgery yet, which means the situation is good."

Gao Yang smiled bitterly and said, "thank you, Mr. Abdul. I believe what you said, but I'm still worried."

Abdul is Morgan's agent in Libya. He is in his forties. He looks and dresses no different from locals, but his style of speaking and doing things is typical of Americans. As Gao Yang knows, Abdul was originally Libyan, but went to the United States when he was very young.

Abdul stood up and asked Gao Yang for a cigarette box and lighter. After lighting a cigarette for himself, he said calmly: "you said you wanted to smoke, but you didn't say you wanted to smoke all my cigarettes, and it's very wasteful. You have to know that this is an Arab country, and it's difficult to buy cigarettes."

"Sorry, I'm a little too nervous. Please understand that the one undergoing the operation is my friend. I can't calm down."

Abdul looked at TREB, then at Gao Yang, and suddenly said, "comparatively speaking, your sniper friend is much calmer than you. He never expressed any irritation. You should learn from him."

Gao Yang opened his mouth and said, "please, he's not calm. He's heartless and natural. Do you know what natural stupidity is?"

Abdul shook his head and said, "you're very impatient now. Is this useful to your friends? If it's useless, why don't you learn to be as calm as a sniper?"

Gao Yang was speechless. He thought about Abdul's words carefully and felt that there was nothing wrong. Cui Bo can be said to be heartless and heartless, or he will keep calm when he meets anything. This trait is extremely needed by snipers, and most successful snipers have this kind of heartless and heartless ability.

Gao Yang touched his head and sat back in his seat, trying to calm himself down. At this time, Cui Bo, who couldn't understand what Gao Yang and Abdul were saying, suddenly said, "brother Yang, if old Mao Zi is all right, you'll find a way to go home."

Gao Yang smiled bitterly and said, "don't tease me. How can I return home now? Lao maozi doesn't know how. Besides, how can I go back?"

Abdul suddenly said in slightly strange Chinese: "Mr. Morgan told me that he would arrange for you to return home as soon as possible. He said that you are very, very homesick. If you like, I can arrange for you to leave immediately."

Gao Yang said in surprise, "can you speak Chinese?"

"I can speak twelve languages. As for Chinese, in addition to ordinary language, I can also speak Cantonese, Sichuan and Shanghai. You can talk to me in your favorite dialect."

Gao Yang shook his head and said, "forget it, I can't speak anything except Mandarin. If you speak cantonese with me, you might as well speak English with me. Well, I know why Mr. Morgan will let you be his agent. You must be an elite talent trained by the CIA."

Abdul glanced and said, "that's the past. You haven't answered me yet. Do you want to leave?"

Of course, Gao Yang wanted to go back. After nodding hard, Gao Yang couldn't help but say strangely: "didn't you say that the airports were closed? When we came, the plane still landed on a highway. Are you going to take off on the highway? Or, can you send me out of Libya and go from other countries? But I don't have a passport and can't buy a ticket."

Abdul smiled and said, "just leave it to me. Don't worry about the rest."

As soon as Abdul's voice fell, the closed door of the operating room finally opened. An old man with gray hair leaned against the door frame with a tired face and said, "the operation is very successful. He has been completely out of danger. As long as the drug effect passes, he will wake up. I did it according to your requirements. When can you let our family leave Libya?"

Abdul said expressionless, "please let me go. My friend wants to go in. Don't worry about you. When the object of your operation is completely recovered, I will send you to any country you want to go."

Gao Yang knew why Abdul could find the best surgeon in Libya. It turned out that he didn't spend money, but could send the doctor's family abroad in the face of chaos.

After sincerely thanking the doctor, Gao Yang and Cui Bo went into the operating room, where a man and a woman were looking after groliov. They were the doctor's assistants and the doctor's children.

Looking at groliov lying on the operating bed, breathing smoothly and looking completely out of danger, Gao Yang finally breathed a sigh of relief. At this time, he just wanted to find a place to have a good sleep. After Cui Bo nodded calmly on his face, he shrugged at Gao Yang and said indifferently: "Look, I said it's okay. I've been anxious for a long time, brother Yang. I didn't say you. Sometimes you just can't hold your breath."