Chapter 1802

The door was pushed open, the secretary looked at the children squatting on the ground pitifully, watching them cry in pain, although pitying, she didn't feel the same.

Anyway, the boss also paid enough sincerity correspondingly. It doesn't matter how these children come.

"Boss, there's something fresh."

Ahmed raised his eyebrows. "It's really a good day."

It was a 16-year-old or 17-year-old boy. Although he was older than expected, he was better than others. He was not easy to cry.

"Do you know what to do next?" He was teasing, looking up and down at the young man in front of him.

The young man has a very fresh hairstyle, and the hair in front of his forehead will never interfere with his clear eyes.

He slowly took off his coat and untied his belt. There is no shyness, so sophisticated that it is easy to forget that there is only a teenager in front of you.

"Can I ask you a question?" Don't ask when you're ready to untie the belt.

Hamad was very interested in this different young man, "he said, but I don't have to answer you."

The boy came to him and said, "do you remember how many children are under you?"

"Ha ha ha." "I don't know. It's a meaningless question," he said

The boy tugged at the corner of his mouth, "really, I'm relieved."

He stretched out his hand to grope behind him, but his eyes suddenly widened, full of disbelief.

"Are you looking for this?" Playing with the pistol in his hand, Hamad sneered, "who asked you to come? It's a miscalculation. "

Si Wenbing's body chills from the inside out. This is not his first mission, but the first time he was caught so quickly.

There was a sharp pain coming from his body. His limbs were tied up. There were stabs in his back. The liquid dripping from the candle covered his back and then solidified.

"Have a better time." Hamad approached with a smile.

One night, for nearly seven hours, the open room was filled with wild laughter, but few other voices could be heard. Occasionally, one or two hums were heard because of the extreme pain.

Near five in the morning, a gunshot woke up the drowsy bodyguard.

Rushing into the room, there was blood on the mirror, and Hamad was lying on the ground with his head down.

People were even more surprised to see the tragedy of the boy in the room than to see Hamed falling in the blood.

How could anyone be tortured like that? When they were sent in, they were still healthy teenagers. Just one night, they became so terrible. Even the secretary who was used to seeing what Hamad did frowned. It was too much.

Everyone forgot to move to the side of the window, and he was surprised to see the boy crawling in the direction of time.

Someone wanted to do something, but the Secretary stopped him. If he was injured like that, he would not be able to live. There was another shot. The boy was shot in the abdomen, and the blood gushed out like a fountain.

"Mr. Ahmed!" The Secretary rushed down beside him, and Hamad covered his abdomen, gritting his teeth and looking at the direction of the boy's fall.

Si Wenbing listened quietly, as if listening to unimportant things.

With that, Hamad put a gun to the side of his head, so powerful that his temples would sink in.

"It's wonderful." Si Wenbing said coldly, then looked to the door.

Haiziyu could feel his sight falling on him. Her feet were faster than her consciousness. When she recovered, she had already run to the original room.

Ran back to the room, the breath has not been adjusted, Si Wenbing has been standing at the door, but did not mention what just happened, just said: "let's go."

Haiziyu followed him step by step, and they went to another passage, so she didn't know where the man had gone.

It turned out that he had such a past. It turned out that there was a reason why she didn't want to be close to others in the Ye family. It turned out that she didn't really understand him.

Head suddenly hit the solid wall of meat, she was stunned, then quickly pushed away, retreated too fast, but faltered to fall.

One arm was firmly around her waist, and the silk shirt was smooth and smooth with the skirt.

"Be careful." Si Wenbing held her steady and staggered.

Haizi felt his waist hot, just fit very close that kind of heart still linger in the softest position of the heart.

Looking at the girl in front of her with a red face and a low head, Si Wenbing glanced at her, but it didn't change.

Si Wenbing took her to a restaurant. The restaurant was run by local people. The landlady was wearing typical Iraqi clothes and was leaning against the bar to chat with people.

The waiter was not particularly enthusiastic and lazy, and left after they ordered.

The first thing came up. It was a very common toast with a thin layer of strawberry jam on it.

Haizi reaches out his left hand to get the bread, and his wrist is caught in the air.

Si Wenbing's palm is very cold, which is not consistent with the current weather.It's a throbbing feeling to pass the hand he's holding onto his heart.

"In Iraq, when eating and taking things, don't use your left hand, because people here think that your left hand is not clean." He said slowly.

Haiziyu looked around. Sure enough, someone looked this way. She apologized: "I'm sorry."

Si Wenbing let go of her hand, and then lowered his head to eat from the plate.

After a meal, Si Wenbing didn't seem to be in a hurry to return to the place where he was imprisoned, but walked slowly along the street.

The pedestrians on the road are in a hurry and don't seem willing to stay on the main road.

The huge display screen in the square is broadcasting news, and the content is still about the disappearance of Ahmed. These news have been playing in an infinite cycle since yesterday, as if hoping that the whole Urumqi and even the people of Iraq will all see it.

"That Are you going to kill him? "

Even Haizi was shocked when he put forward that word.

Si Wenbing slowed down, "will."

"Is it because of that?" Haiziyu heard her voice as light as a mosquito and ant. She felt very sad, uncontrollable sad. That kind of sadness spread from the depths of her soul.

Si Wenbing glanced at her from the corner of his eye. He wondered why she was sad. He was nothing to her, wasn't he? Just because it's not a harmonious life, it can make her show that kind of expression.

There is only one dim light in the dark alley. Even tramps don't like to run inside.

Haiziyu only cares about her sadness, but her wrist is suddenly caught, and a force drags her into the dark.

Si Wenbing pressed her on the wall, put her arm against the wall above her head, leaned over her and said, "Why are you sad?"

Her eyes widened slightly because he could see her emotion. For a moment, she wanted to reach out and touch his face.

The fingers touch the smooth and cold face. It turns out that his face is as cold as his fingers. What about other places? Is it the same cold?

"Answer me?"

The cheek is gently agitated because of speaking, and the touch is more obvious.

"I don't know." Haiziyu speaks his feelings honestly.

Si Wenbing's black eyes carefully looked at the girl's face in front of her, stepped back, and then walked out.

She didn't lie. The girl just couldn't hide her mind.

16 years old? What was he doing at that time? In a word, it's not reading to be the flower of our motherland.

Haiziyu bowed his head behind him. His answer must have been very bad, so he felt disappointed.

"I killed him just because the task wasn't finished, not because of what he did."

Haiziyu realized that he was answering his previous question, "mission?"

The hospital is just around the corner. Now you can see the spire of the hospital.

Si Wenbing took the initiative to say, "have you heard everything just now?"

Haizi nodded, "yes."

"This is my life, which is totally different from what you imagine." His voice suddenly disappeared in his throat.

The hospital has been surrounded by the army, and Hamad has been rescued and is talking to the people around him.

How can be found, although the other side of the hacker means very superb, but he has tried to avoid.

"Sorry, it could be me." Haiziyu looks at Hamad sitting in the car. The man's eyes are so cold that people want to hide the truth.

She swallowed her saliva. "I called my aunt. My aunt's friend seems to be from the military."

Si Wenbing is more calm than he imagined. He deeply looks at the cars and the special forces who come out of the hospital.

They set foot on the road again, but this time they went to the hotel they met in Haizi.

After seeing the shadow of the hotel, Si Wenbing stopped, "enter, and forget everything today."

"Don't you want to know why I'm here?" Haizi shouts, and people around him look sideways.

Si Wenbing's pace of advance just stopped a little, and then went on.

"Si Wenbing! I came to see you! I like you Haizi's heart ached when he screamed.

He finally stopped and turned around, "so you just came here to get an answer?"

Haizi nodded, though she knew it was not. She is loyal to her inner expectation and pursuit of love, but how to say these words, how to express her strong and shameful love in words!

"I've never liked you." Si Wenbing pushed the frame, "OK?"

What's it like to be rejected? The sea in the encounter on the way to countless fantasies, perhaps at that time will be heartbreaking? Or catch him and make a lot of noise?

But when I really heard this sentence, I was full of panic and embarrassment. I just wanted to run away immediately.Si Wenbing coldly looked at the direction she left, until the person disappeared, then left.