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The kidnapper leader's Adam's apple was swelling uncontrollably, and he thought he had a serious gunshot wound to his arm.
Compared with the injury of middle man Deep Roy, it is so trivial that it is not worth mentioning.
"I am willing to be loyal to you," the kidnapper leader stammered. "I will be the gun in your hand and your spokesperson in northern Niger."
Under other circumstances, Zhang Jing would most likely agree, but the situation he saw in prison was too miserable.
The little girl's father has gone crazy, her mother is dead, and the tragic situation behind it is impossible to look directly at.
The bad mood continued to grow. Zhang Jing carried the kidnapper leader by the back collar and went out to the open space in the middle of the small camp.
First, bandage the wound on his arm to stop the bleeding. ..
Then inject epinephrine.
Seeing Zhang Jing constantly doing things to him, the kidnapper leader was so frightened that he asked with a trembling voice: "What are you going to do to me?"
"you guess?"
While talking, Zhang Jing took out a small dagger from his waist. Lao Daijin bought it, a tactical fixed blade produced by Ye Xiao Company.
It has a matte surface and is only as long as an adult's hand.
The characteristics are naturally hard and sharp.
"Don't do horrible things to me," the black kidnapper leader, wearing yellow trousers and a red shirt, begged, "I was wrong, I repent to God, let me go!"
"You'd better not move, otherwise you'll die faster."
While speaking, Zhang Jing used a dagger to gently cut open the kidnapper leader's belly, creating a small wound.
Because the knife was too sharp, the kidnapper leader didn't feel the pain at first and started screaming within two or three seconds.
Ignoring the cries of the victim.
Zhang Jing gently put his palm into the kidnapper leader's stomach, found an intestine, which turned out to be the large intestine, and slowly pulled it out.
Pull it gently bit by bit, and finally hang it gently around the neck of the kidnapper leader.
Not finished yet, Zhang Jing thoughtfully sutured the wound on the kidnapper leader’s stomach, leaving only his large intestine outside.
Seeing Zhang Jing's skillful movements, the kidnapper leader knew that he could not survive. His whole body trembled and he said, "You should go to hell."
"Thidan has to kneel down when he sees me," Zhang Jing wiped the blood off his hands on the kidnapper leader, "The God of Wealth is here to be accommodating."
Under the cold moon, Zhang Jing straightened his body again.
First take the cash you left behind.
Later it was time to clean up the battlefield and gather all the bodies of the militants into the main room, which is the room where the middleman Deep Roy died.
The warheads were dug out of their bodies and doused with gasoline.
Don't rush to light the fire.
Go back and collect the remaining bullet casings and bullets until the number of bullets and bullet casings is consistent with the number of bullets fired out, then stop.
After completing the cleaning work, Zhang Jingcai decided to release all the hostages.
Passing through the middle of the camp, passing by the kidnapper leader, he was lying down but now he was standing up.
"Does it hurt?"
Zhang Jing stopped and asked concerned about the dark-skinned man in front of him who was originally fierce but now looked frightened.
"I was wrong," the kidnapper leader begged, "let me go."
Zhang Jing learned some medical skills in the Orangutan Kingdom.
But he only learned a superficial knowledge and didn't know how to stuff the intestines back. He reminded: "Wait for me here for a while."
After the words fell, Zhang Jing walked towards the two earthen rooms side by side where the hostages were held.
Pushing open the ajar wooden cell door, Zhang Jing walked in, looked at the Italian man and woman by the window, and the father and daughter in the dark corner, and said, "It's safe outside now, you can come out."
The four of them had just heard screams outside, but they did not dare to go out for fear of being shot.
You can't escape the desert, so you can't move forward.
Zhang Jing looked towards the dark corner of the cell and asked, "Do you dare to go outside with your brother?"
"Dare, but I want to protect my father."
For a second, Zhang Jing felt sad and reminded: "We need to leave here as soon as possible and check the vehicle.
Bring food, water, fuel. "
Seeing that Zhang Jing didn't seem to be joking, the two Italians took the lead in taking action.
Cell next door.
Zhang Jing broke open the cell door from the outside and found four people imprisoned inside, including two Netar people.
Everyone worked together, quickly preparing two dilapidated pickup trucks, collecting spare tires and tire changing tools.
At the same time, search for food, water, and gasoline in the camp.
The little girl and her father also walked out of the cell and went straight to a clearing next to the small camp. They dug out a skeleton from under the sand and wrapped it in clothes.
Half an hour later, a total of nine people, including Zhang Jing, drove away in two pickup trucks.
The reason why a plane is not used is that it can only seat four people including the pilot.
At the same time, small campsites were also engulfed in fire.
The leader of the kidnappers was still alive, but he was breathing more out and less in. He had a large intestine hanging from his neck and his eyes were ashen.
...
Two days later Zhang Jing appeared at Xiangjiang Airport.
He was accompanied by a ten-year-old girl and Chen Guang, who was mentally ill because of the loss of his wife.
At the time of separation.
Chen Guang, who was in his thirties and had put on clean clothes before in Cairo, suddenly became much more normal. He stopped Zhang Jing and said, "Sir, I am very grateful to you;
Could you please take care of Weiwei for a while while I go to the bathroom? "
Zhang Jing nodded.
After receiving permission, Chen Guang followed the signs to the bathroom and left.
There were a lot of people at the airport, and Chen Zhongguang’s background was quickly lost. At this moment, the little girl named Wei Wei suddenly said, “I’m worried about daddy.”
Zhang Jing reacted for two or three seconds and quickly chased after the opponent.
I was lucky enough to find a friend who I might have missed at the door of the bathroom.
"Brother Chen," Zhang Jing, who looked into the man's eyes and didn't know how to persuade others to live, said forcefully, "do you know me?"
The man surnamed Chen shook his head.
"Someone sent me a nightclub guru," Zhang Jing reminded, "It's definitely not a good idea for you to leave Weiwei under my care."
"you know?"
"I don't know," Zhang Jing patiently advised, "I'm just worried about you Weiwei. She's only ten years old and has no mother. She can't live without a father."
Unable to hold back his emotions, Chen Guang said with wet eyes, "I can't escape the self-blame in my heart. I can only escape by dying. Please help me take care of Weiwei."
It is clear that the man takes the responsibility for his wife's death upon himself.
The point is.
Zhang Jing, who had seen many people and was relatively accurate, found that there was no way he could dissuade the man in front of him from committing suicide to atone for his wife's sins.
This made Zhang Jing think of Xu Zehong.
Lao Xu refused to take over the Xu family no matter what. Zhang Jing followed Ding Jiaqi's example and circled the earth to attack the enemy from behind.
Advise him to sort out the Xu family's business after taking over the Xu family and not to touch the human body trade.
As a result, he created a crazy old man who killed many ordinary people and also killed many big shots.
Now, due to the limited brain capacity, Zhang Jing really can't think of any better way to save people besides transferring hatred.
Feeling sorry for the ten-year-old Weiwei who no longer has a mother, Zhang Jing decided to trick Chen Guang, who was already devastated, to go to West Africa.
