Chapter 2023

Three days later, night.

Over Damascus.

"Mr. Xia, we have arrived in Damascus." In an an an 225 transport plane, a Russian officer said politely to a dozing Chinese teenager.

This young Chinese is Xia Lei. He flew directly from Italy to Russia, then from Russia to Syria. This large-scale transport plane is almost dedicated to him, but the cost is not cheap, two million dollars.

Xia Lei opened his eyes. He was in a trance. He just woke up. "Is it here?"

"Here you are, Mr. Xia." "We will land at the air base on the outskirts of Damascus, which is under our control. You will be safe there," said the Russian officer. But if you leave, we can't guarantee your safety. "

Xia Lei smiled. "I'm responsible for my safety. You just need to send me to the ground. Well, give me another car. "

Russian officer said: "no problem, I will prepare a military SUV for you, as well as weapons and ammunition. If you need bodyguards, then... "

"I don't need bodyguards." Said Xia Lei.

"Then I see." The Russian officer also smiled, "Mr. Xia, you speak Russian very well."

"When you get to your base, you'll receive the remaining one million dollars," said sharay

"Happy cooperation." Russian officers shook hands with charay.

An 225 dived and landed at a military base on the western outskirts of Damascus.

Ten minutes later, a Kamaz military armored cross-country vehicle left the air force base for Damascus. The Russian officer had prepared some weapons and ammunition for Xialei, but Xialei didn't want them. Now he doesn't need weapons. For him, his own body is the most powerful weapon.

Under the night sky, the lights of Damascus are sparse, which makes people feel like they may fall into complete darkness at any time.

If Allah loves a man, he will settle him in Damascus.

This is a compliment to Damascus, an ancient city with a history of more than 4000 years, but it is not just a compliment. Before the Arab spring movement, it was indeed a peaceful and beautiful city, with the reputation of heaven on earth. But now, it's crying. Syria, an ancient country, is devastated, with children and women bleeding every day, and men dying every day.

Some say it's the price of freedom.

Is that really the case?

There was almost no traffic on the road, and Xialei drove the camas SUV to the checkpoint in the city. He handed in the pass given to him by the Russian officer and easily crossed the checkpoint into the city of Damascus.

Without street lights or pedestrians, most houses are dark because of lack of electricity. The camas cross-country car drove through the street. Occasionally, a head would pop out of the window of the road and take a careful peek.

Half an hour later, Kamaz SUV stopped in front of a hotel near Umayyad Mosque. It is one of the few hotels still in operation, and Xialei was also attracted by its lights.

The name of the hotel is "romantic rose". It is a modern building with more than ten floors. It stands on the old street, especially striking.

In front of the hotel is the square of Umayyad Mosque. At a glance, you can see the ancient and majestic Umayyad Mosque, dome and tower, as well as the statue of Saladin standing in front of the door.

With the pass given by the officer, Xia Lei quickly completed the check-in process and checked into the hotel. His room is located on the fifth floor of the hotel. You can have a panoramic view of the square and Umayyad Mosque by opening the window.

"Xiaoqian." Looking at the Umayyad Mosque in front of the window, Xia Lei wakes up Xiaoqian's second form.

"Master, do you miss me?" A virtual woman appeared beside Xia Lei, with black robe, black veil, brown curly hair and brown eyes. The whole person had only one pair of eyes and a half tall bridge of nose. However, although it is not exposed, the black robe is the big place, the place that should be raised, the figure is tall, plump and sexy.

This is the typical Arab beauty style.

Charley is used to the habit of changing her image with the environment. He directly cuts into the main topic, "what's the situation of Maria and Scarlett now?"

"They're already in Iceland, and they're preparing for the station according to your plan. They're safe. Don't worry, master. I'm always protecting their information from the CIA. At the same time, I also sent some wrong messages to the CIA. They are in Russia. When the CIA decides it's a fake message, I'll put another one on. " Xiao Qian said.

"Well." Xia Lei nodded, "what's the situation at home?"

"Ladies are watching Pirates of the Caribbean 5. Do you want me to set up a video call?" Xiao Qian asked.

Xia Lei hesitated for a moment, and finally gave up. "No, I'll contact them in a few days." After a pause, he added, "give me Aleppo's message."

"That city has become a ghost town, and the government forces and the free armed groups are fighting every day. A lot of people have escaped, and some are trapped in the city. Terrorist organizations are also operating there, killing civilians there. In a word, I describe it as hell on earth, where every inch of land is soaked with the blood and tears of Syrians. " Middle East beauty Xiaoqian said.

"I see." "You immediately write an email in my name to the most prestigious journalist here," said Xia Lei. In your letter, you told the reporter in the capacity of Xia Shengsheng that I would save the people of that city and bring them warmth and hope. I am ready for an interview with her. In the interview, I will set up a rescue association in Syria... "

"Master, Catholic and you are the recipients of the salvation envelope. People here believe in Islam." Xiaoqian can't help interrupting Xia Lei's words.

"It's a charity. I won't force anyone to join or change their faith. The help here will only help those suffering in need. When the rescue association was founded, I would inject a billion dollars, hire local volunteers, and the local volunteers would be responsible for the operation of the rescue association. " Said Xia Lei.

"So it is. I have written it. Do you need to have a look, master?" Xiao Qian asked.

Xia Lei said: "no, you can take charge of such a small matter. That's it. Do something. "

Xiaoqian disappeared.

Billion dollars didn't save all the sufferers, but it was his attitude and his heart.

That's why he didn't go directly to Aleppo but came to Damascus. His purpose is to absorb the energy of the negative desire here, such as sadness, despair, hatred, fear, etc., but he is not the kind of person who eats the overlord's meal. Now that he has come, he will do something for the suffering people here.

Suddenly a group of young people came to the piazza of Umayyad Mosque, including dozens of men and women. They lit dozens of candles in the center of the square, put some flowers, and then stood quietly around the candles.

Xia Lei's heart moved. He pushed open the window and jumped directly from the room on the fifth floor.

No one noticed this terrible scene. The street outside the hotel was empty of people.

Xialei went to the square. He got close to the group of young people. He saw a picture next to the candle. It's a picture of a little girl, not a picture of a cute little girl. Her eyes were closed and her face was covered with blood. Her legs were gone, she was lying in the ruins, and there was an old dirty doll beside her.

It is not hard to see that this group of Syrian youth is holding a memorial ceremony for a little girl who died.

This picture also touched Xia Lei's heart. What kind of person can help such a lovely child?

"Hey! Who are you? " A young man with a mobile phone in the periphery found Xia Lei and asked in a rude voice.

Sharay took a look at him and said in Arabic, "like you, I'm here to mourn this child."

More attention has been paid to him, with vigilance, curiosity and a little aggression.

"Do you know the child?" Syrian youth with mobile phones came to Xialei.

Xia Lei shook his head. "I don't know, but is it important?"

The Syrian youth came to Xialei with a mobile phone and said, "are you here to show your kindness and kindness? Or what do you call freedom values? You go, you hypocrites are not welcome here! "

Xia Lei shrugged. "I'm not an American. I'm from China."

"Go away!" The young man with the mobile phone suddenly reached out and pushed Xia Lei.

Xia Lei didn't fight back, but he backed back a few steps very cooperatively, stumbling, giving a feeling that he was almost pushed down.

"Ahmed, what are you doing?" A young woman with brown hair stood up and complained: "he didn't mean anything. He said that China is a peace loving and friendly country."

"Eusna, pay attention to your words! I am a man! " The young man, who was called Ahmed, said angrily, "you are a woman. How dare you say that to foreigners?"

As he spoke, Ahmed suddenly walked to eusna.

Eusna's face suddenly became tense, and people subconsciously retreated. But at that time, two Syrian youths cut in and blocked her way back.

Women have no place in this land, even if there is no reason to appeal. What a man says, that's what he can't disobey. Eusna looked at Charley as a child and couldn't help but stop Ahmed, but she didn't expect to provoke Ahmed and get into trouble.

This group of young people are all Damascus students, because the war school is in a state of semi-stop, and usually there is almost no class. Ahmad is the leader of the group. His father is an official and his family is rich. His brother-in-law is also in the army, and his position is not low. It's also Ahmed's idea to come here tonight to take a picture of the mourning of a little girl who died. He is very good at using the Internet to gain a good reputation and benefit himself and his family.

For Yusna, it's really a big problem to get into people like this.

"Hey!"

But when Ahmed was about to do something to punish eusna, there was a childish voice behind him.

Voice of Xia Lei