Chapter 1290

At this point.

Africa.

South Africa.

Within the tribe.

Wei Songzheng, who was dying, tied his hands to a stake in a thatched cottage. His legs were tied with bleeding gauze. He had many scars on his body. His head was drooping, his feet were floating, and he looked depressed.

If the chest wants, if there is no ups and downs.

It means he's still alive.

No matter who.

Ben was shot.

And being beaten.

I'm not dead.

It has strong vitality. He knew that he didn't die now because the other party wanted to sacrifice him. It was just the matter of these two days. The reason was that he killed an important person in this tribe.

However.

He has no regrets.

I hate you.

Yes.

He has no regrets.

Confused between him, as if to see that makes him worried about the figure, only a pity, this year to go back to marry her promise, can only go to the following cash, "little salamander, soon, I will come to you."

"Bang Dang."

There was a door opening.

Let Weisong inspire.

The dreamland between the confused, instant disillusionment.

"So fast?"

He didn't open his eyes.

He thought that someone was going to beat him again. However, after a while, only the sound of footsteps came, and the rope on his body was untied. As soon as his legs became soft, the left and right people held him up.

Weisong still closed his eyes.

Next.

His feet were also lifted up by the other party, he walked out of the house for nearly 100 meters, and he was thrown behind a pickup truck. There was no need to guess the sound of the diesel engine.

The surrounding temperature.

Plus the night insects.

It was night, I can tell.

"In the evening, where should I go?" Weisong is confused.

"Boom."

One foot throttle.

The car ran out.

Six minutes later.

Pika left the tribe unimpeded, and there were more than 100 people lying in the peripheral security system of the tribe. In order not to intensify the contradiction, these people were not dead, but were anesthetized.

Three hours later.

To wake up.

By then.

It's already in Cape Town.

With almost no monitoring system here, it's almost impossible to find them. So far, with the efforts of a group of abnormal soldiers, the whole operation ended in 45 minutes.

。。。

The capital.

Happy Farmhouse.

The meal is not finished yet.

Pei Yang looked at the time.

An hour has passed since Tang Qing said it. Although it's only one minute, he still feels like he's on pins and needles. He wants to pull Tang Qing aside and ask him how he's doing.

All of a sudden.

Tang Qing's mobile phone rings.

Then.

Yeah, twice.

Tang Qing handed Pei Yang, "Pei Da Shao, look for you, look for a quiet place to say."

I took the phone.

Pei Yang quickly gets up.

Leave this private room, came to the yard, a little hesitant way: "you.. Hello, who are you The next moment, opposite, came a cold answer: "is it Mr. Peiyang?"

"Yes.. It's me Pei Yang was nervous.

"Entrusted by Mr. Tang, we rescued the man named Weisong for you. Now, he is in the car. I want to know what to do next, send him to Cape Town or arrange for him to return to China."

Listen.

Pei Yang almost jumped up.

One hour.

Did it really work out?

"Well, can I talk to him now? I don't know what he's going to do Pei Yang is busy.

"Well, yes, just a half minute. I'll get it for you."

"Thank you. Thank you

。。。

In the car.

Wei Song, who pretends to be faint, is kicked.

Next.

The words in his ear almost made him cry.

"Don't play dead. Get up and listen to the phone."

Damn it.

This is Chinese.

Weisong suddenly opened his eyes and found that he was on the road. On the left and right sides, there were two big black men in ordinary clothes, but they were very big. Who said the Chinese just now?

I'm wondering.

One person put a phone call in his ear.

Wei song doesn't understand.

But the next moment.

His eyes are about to come out.

"Hello, hello..."

So... That's Pei Yang's voice.

Weisong is excited."Brother Pei, is that you

Although the tone is a little weak, Pei Yang is sure that this is Wei Song. The stone in his heart is finally put down. These people really save Wei Song.

"It's me. It's me. Are you all right now?"

Pei Yang is concerned.

"I'm fine. What's going on?" Wei Song looked at the black big one on the left and right sides, puzzled.

"I've been trying to figure out a way to deal with it since I knew you had an accident. This time, I found a very powerful person. Don't worry about who it is, and don't ask more questions. I want them to send you back."

"Brother Pei, I'm giving you trouble."

"What do you say? Next time, don't be so impulsive and run so far. What have you done to make this tribe arrest you? You'd better leave South Africa as soon as possible, otherwise, they won't let you go."

"Ah? Didn't the negotiation save me? "

"Negotiation? How did you get out? "

“。。。”

After listening to the explanation.

Right now.

Pei Yang is really confused.

Just a few hours, to find people, but also rescued, the relationship between time is too chaotic, Weisong said, up to now a shot has not been heard, it is not a strong attack to rob people.

“。。。”

Good brain burn.

It's weird.

How did you do it?

"Well, I don't know. First tell me how you offended this tribe. Don't try to hide it from me now." Unable to figure it out, Pei Yang had to know more about the situation first.

Wen Yan.

Weisong hesitated for a moment.

Start to explain.

Listen up.

Pei Yang was silent.

His childhood sweetheart and his father-in-law's family all died in the hands of an important member of that tribe. He went to Africa to find out the truth and finally revenged. Unfortunately, he was caught by the bad guys.

No.

In the end, he was rescued.

If so.

There's no possibility of mediation and negotiation. Weisong killed more than 20 people in other people. When he negotiated, he didn't even think about it. "Now that he's avenged, he's going back home. Don't stay there."

"Brother Pei, if it wasn't for negotiation, I'm afraid that some people I know will be retaliated." Wei song also heard the clue, Pei Yang did not know how he came out, he hated himself a little.

Just now.

Pretend to die.

I didn't see anything.

“。。。”

Pei Yang gave a pause.

Suddenly said: "just that gentleman, still there?"

Weisong is confused.

On the phone, a third person's voice appeared.

"Yes."

"I want to ask, did you settle it through negotiation?"

Pei Yang asked in a hurry.

"Of course not. In order to avoid aggravating conflicts, we used narcotic bombs. None of them died, but they will soon detect it and send people to pursue and investigate."

"Therefore, I suggest that Mr. Wei Song leave South Africa as soon as possible. We can arrange transportation for him. Besides, we should not mention this to other people."

Pei Yang suddenly.

At the same time.

And shocked by the ability of these people.

Anesthetic.

Dare to rush into the tribe with tens of thousands of people to rob people.

In addition to the art of great people.

He didn't know how to describe it.