Drifting Towards You

Li Xiaoxiao couldn't understand, but then I realized that these people must not all be of the same nationality. It should be that some people can only speak Arabic, some can speak English, and the one in front of them can also speak Chinese.

After the man said something, two accomplices stepped forward to help.

Li Xiaoxiao's scalp was aching from being caught. She didn't pretend to be asleep anymore. She opened her wet eyes. The corners of her eyes were a little red, but she was quiet and quiet. She seemed relieved and well-behaved.

She looked at the man in front of her.

The man is about thirty-seven years old, thin, not like those social workers, full of flowers or tall and strong.

On the contrary, he was very thin, his hair curled slightly and was a bit messy.

The beard on his face was not shaved, but it was a bit like those Arabs.

Strictly speaking, Li Xiaoxiao felt that the man in front of him was a bit like an otaku, probably a little inferior in his heart.

But she also knows that it is precisely this kind of person who is most likely to be deceived by these terrorist organizations.

"Talk!" The man put the phone next to Li Xiaoxiao's ear, and violently tugged at her hair.

The corners of Li Xiaoxiao's eyes reddened a bit, and he didn't call any pain, but said softly, "Hello?"

The heart that Si Mocheng had been holding finally fell back a bit: "Xiaoxiao."

Li Xiaoxiao's nose was sore, and he whispered softly: "Well, uncle..."

The man gave her a surprised look.

Simocheng's voice was low and dumb, and extremely magnetic. Even at this juncture, he couldn't hear too many emotional ups and downs: "Are you hurt?"

Li Xiaoxiao shook his head: "No."

"Don't be afraid, I..."

Before Simocheng’s words were finished, the man took the phone away, and then got up and left a few steps to face Simocheng: “If we don’t see Sarkaqi and the plane for an hour, I will scratch her face. One knife!"

Si Mocheng's pupils darkened a bit, and there was a flash of hostility in the bottom of his eyes.

He hung up without saying a word.

The man was stunned for a moment, and cursed in English: "FUCK!"

Immediately afterwards, Li Xiaoxiao listened to what he had said to several accomplices in English and Arabic respectively.

Li Xiaoxiao tried to reduce her sense of existence, knowing that she should not be in danger for at least an hour.

But these people have always been ferocious, and no one is sure what they will do.

On the other side, after Simocheng hung up the phone, he used the landline to dial the phone of the superior.

It's not that he is not in a hurry, but Sakaki is an international felon.

Even if it is to rescue Xiaoxiao, they will never allow the exchange of Sakaki and Xiaoxiao, and let the tiger go back to the mountain.

They will only ask for a plan to ensure that both Xiaoxiao can be rescued and the accusers and Sarkaqi can be left behind.

He came up with three plans in the first time.

But Sakaki's status is very important. Even if he is the top commander of this operation, he wants to remove Sakaki from the prison, but he needs several procedures.

Yu Tianze, wearing a tortoiseshell mirror with a gold frame, is checking the identities of several terrorists who have entered the country.

Lu Xiao had already put on combat equipment, and would be ready to act as soon as Sakaki was transferred out.

The phone was quickly connected, and the voice on the other side was a bit old, but utterly neat: "Comrade Mocheng, I know we are fighting at the same time. To transfer Sakaki, the top leader needs to sign a document in person. I think you know the truth. "

Si Mocheng's complexion was calm, but his pupils were pitch-black: "Time."