Mobile phones, watches, and all electronic products and products suspected to contain electronics were left in place.
The small plane takes off again.
Heading north, the plane flew into Libya at an ultra-low altitude.
In the cold moon, below the plane is the Guangmao Desert, a scene thousands of miles away.
In this case, if there is no middleman to guide the way, it is impossible to find where the kidnappers and hostages are.
So far, Zhang Jing's idea is very simple. Give the money, take away the hostages, sign the natural gas contract, sell 50,000 cars, and make a fortune.
Although he has force, he never considers force as his first choice.
As a peace-loving and life-loving person, Zhang Jing generally does not kill anyone. Many people can testify to this.
Ten o'clock midnight.
After nearly three hours of flight, the small plane landed deep in the desert.
At this time, Zhang Jing had no idea where he was.
I can't even tell which country it is in. After all, it's a three-hour flight, and even a small plane can travel at four to five hundred kilometers per hour.
Stepping out of the cabin, there are five khaki single-story buildings outside.
Plus four or five tents.
The number of kidnappers was not as high as expected, or even a little small.
If you think about it carefully, it is natural that it is such a remote place. It is not convenient to supply supplies and it does not require many people to take care of the hostages.
The middleman Deep Roy passed by Zhang Jing, and under the moonlight, he reached out and shook hands with a black man walking towards him.
Look at what the other person is wearing, the colors are bright and unconventional.
There is also a younger brother guarding him.
He was obviously the leader of the camp, or the leader of the kidnappers.
"This is the AT boss," Deep Roy introduced to the black leader of the camp. "He brought a ransom of nine million euros in exchange for the two Netar hostages."
"At boss?" The black leader of the camp looked at Zhang Jing in surprise and asked, "What made you take the initiative to send me to my door?"
"Don't worry about those who have them, give me the hostages," Zhang Jingda said without fear, "The road is facing the sky, everyone goes to one side, don't make yourself uncomfortable."
"When the ransom is delivered, I will naturally let the hostages go, but you have to stay and become my new hostage."
"This is not a good idea," Zhang Jing seriously reminded the unconventionally dressed black kidnapper leader, "nor is it the behavior that an honest person should behave."
"You talk about integrity with the kidnappers?" The black leader laughed, "Idiot, naive!"
Not wanting to say more, the black leader waved his hand, "Lock up this yellow-skinned gentleman!"
There were many rifles pointed at Zhang Jing.
Before parting, Zhang Jing looked at the short middleman Deep Roy under the moonlight.
If he is not killed, Zhang Jing will be renamed Xiao Zhang Jing from now on.
Not fearing for his life for the time being, and not wanting to take out his weapon in front of others, Zhang Jing was imprisoned in an adobe house by two black armed men.
As expected.
There are other hostages held here, a total of four people.
Unexpectedly, two of the four people were of yellow race.
The man is in his thirties and seems to be mentally disturbed. The daughter is about ten years old. The father and daughter are cuddling together.
The other two people should be Westerners, one man and one woman, both in their forties, like Italians.
"People from Area D?" After the cell door was closed from the outside, a Western man with a hooked nose asked Zhang Jing.
Zhang Jing nodded.
"Calm down," the Western man with a hooked nose reminded Zhang Jingdao, "We have been detained for half a year;
Your compatriot has been imprisoned for more than a year. His wife was killed six months ago and he has gone crazy. "
Zhang Jing didn't expect the situation to be so miserable. He came to the corner of the cell, squatted in front of the father and daughter, and looked at them closely.
"Don't hurt my daughter!" The middle-aged man had a bad image and was mentally insane, but he subconsciously held his daughter tightly in his arms.
"All the suffering of the weak is the fault of the capable and wealthy."
Zhang Jing rarely
I felt guilty, but at this moment my heart was full of regret, "I'm sorry, I'm late."
Listening to Zhang Jing speaking Mandarin, the little girl looked at Zhang Jing with shining eyes in the dark night.
The middle-aged man's face, hidden in the dark night, looked at Zhang Jing with his unfocused pupils.
"Wait for me here."
Before the next day, Zhang Jing came to the cell door and opened it from the inside seemingly easily.
The actual door bolt on the outside was pulled off.
There was no guard outside the door. They probably believed that the hostages could not get out of the desert, so they were very vigilant.
That's just right.
With a single bullet shield in his left hand and a silencer pistol in his right hand, Zhang Jing quickly harvested the heads of militants under the moonlight with the 25-meter metal perspective.
After quietly killing 15 people, Zhang Jing came to the middle of the kidnappers' camp, outside the single-room adobe house that looked the largest from the outside.
The middleman Deep Roy and the camp leader in unconventional attire were drinking and eating barbecue inside.
Open the door and walk in.
Without stopping, he shot two people directly in the arms.
The camp leader thought it was his subordinates who walked in. Before he could see who it was, he didn't expect that he had been shot.
Making them lose all ability to resist in the first moment, Zhang Jing laughed and walked up to the two of them, "Life is going pretty well."
"It's you!" Dipper Roy held his injured arm and looked at Zhang Jing angrily.
"It's just me," Zhang Jing stepped on the carpet and stood between the two injured people. "There is a road to heaven but you don't take it. Hell has no door and you break in."
While speaking, Zhang Jing reached out and grabbed Dipu Roy's collar, lifting his feet off the ground.
Looking at the 1.4-meter-tall Indian middleman from a close distance, Zhang Jing smiled and asked, "What do you think I will do to you?"
"Let me go," Dipu Roy felt Zhang Jingshen's murderous intent, "I have saved a lot of money over the years, and I will give it all to you."
Is Zhang Jing short of money?
The answer is yes, he will never be fed enough, but he will not be soft on traitors without professionalism.
His right hand was holding Deep Roy's collar, and his left hand was holding Deep Roy's right arm.
Use force and pull.
Accompanied by Deep Roy's heart-rending screams, his arm was separated from his body.
Not wanting to be stained with blood, and not wanting the other party to be noisy, Zhang Jing threw Deep Roy's body on the ground like a rag bag.
It's not over yet.
Zhang Jingliang was extremely fierce. He took a step forward and stepped on Deep Roy's right knee with his left leg.
He violently broke off his right calf and tore it off alive.
"Let me go!"
Deep Roy was extremely frightened at this moment. He wanted to faint, but he couldn't do it because it was too painful. He begged: "I was wrong, let me go!"
Under the dim light of the oil lamp, looking down at Deep Roy, Zhang Jing asked angrily, "Why don't you let me go?"
He was sure that Zhang Jing would not let him go, and the wounds on his arm and right leg were too large.
He, Deep Roy, would be dead in less than three minutes, so he began to curse.
Ignoring the dead man's insults, Zhang Jing turned to look at the black leader of the kidnappers in the camp. Zhang Jing asked with a bright smile on his face, "Guess how you will die?"
