I Really Didn’t Want To Make A Lot Of Money

"Uncle Mohand is still alive!" Morris exclaimed in surprise.

Chen Ling turned around and squatted in front of Mohand, pressing the two fingers of his right hand against the aorta of Mohand's neck.

There is a faint beating!

Chen Ling nodded to Morris and said, "There is still a heartbeat."

A fat hand full of blood suddenly grabbed Chen Ling's wrist.

"Chen, sir..." Mohande's voice was very weak, his eyes opened slightly, his eyeballs rolled under his eyelids, looking for a target.

"I'm here." Chen Ling felt the blood on Mohand's slippery hands.

Morris struggled to get off the bench and knelt beside Mohand, crying: "Uncle, Uncle Mohand!"

"Morris, prophesy...with blood...baptism..., I, I did..." Mohand managed to control his trembling lips, speaking vaguely, "Chen Ling, help us...my family ...Don't be destroyed by the boss..."

When he was seriously injured and dying, Mohand used the local dialect of Mali. Chen Ling didn't understand what it meant and looked at Morris.

Morris explained it quickly, begging: "Mr. Chen, please promise Uncle Mohand!"

Chen Ling still didn't figure it out, hesitated and said nothing.

Mohand loosened his grip on Chen Ling's wrist and closed his eyes.

Morris covered his mouth, and the teardrops tickled to the ground.

Seeing this scene, Chen Ling was depressed.

He and Mohande had just met, and there was no relationship, but he felt Morris's heart-piercing pain, and he couldn't help feeling sad for the sudden death of a living life.

"Where did Hu Datong go? I hope he is fine!" Chen Ling thought of Hu Datong again.

Suddenly, Mohand raised his limp arms on the ground, raised his bloody hands, and wrapped Chen Ling's cheeks with a clatter.

Mohand's eyes were wide open, staring at Chen Ling's eyes, and a hoarse voice came from the depths of his throat. He said in French: "Chen Ling, save us, promise me--"

Morris grabbed Mohand's hands and cried, "Uncle, don't be like this..."

Mohand was unmoved, his eyes fixed on Chen Ling, it seemed that Chen Ling would not let go or stare at him if he did not agree.

Chen Ling could stand up and walk away, but saw Mohand’s eyes full of hope, which was gathered by Mohand’s last vitality. He couldn’t harden his heart and walked away, nodding slightly: "I agree. you."

Hearing Chen Ling's words, Mohande instantly lost all his energy, and could no longer lift his hands. His arms collapsed softly to the ground, the light in his eyes gradually dimmed, and a smile appeared on his face, frozen. NS.

Police sirens came from outside the hotel.

"Mr. Chen, we have to leave quickly!" Morris stopped crying and said to Chen Ling.

Chen Ling shook his head: "No, one of my friends has not been found yet!"

"Mr. Chen, there is a leader among the police in Bamako! They will collude every time they act. If they find you are still here, the police will detain you and attack you in the detention center!" Morris was weak Explained. He injured his leg, was still bleeding, and was grieved by the death of Uncle Mohande. At this time, he felt weak and almost fell to the ground.

Chen Ling stretched out his hand to support him, looked at Morris's wound, and frowned.

He didn't know how to deal with the wound, he didn't know how to stop the bleeding, he picked up a tablecloth from the side and fastened it to the upper part of Morris' wound.

Morris saw it from Chen Ling's technique and said, "Mr. Chen, leave this alone, you can't die, let's go. You have blood on your face, just to hide it, help me out through the gate, no one will stop you. Your."

Chen Lingben wanted to find Hu Datong's whereabouts again. At this time, Morris said that the situation was urgent and knew that it could not be delayed any longer.

He supported Morris and slowly walked out of the lobby of the Radisson Hotel towards the parking lot.

A group of special police officers with their faces covered and guns approached, followed by a group of fire emergency personnel.

Sure enough, as Morris said, the police saw Chen Ling holding Morris in a suit, and immediately walked around and hurried into the lobby.

Only two firefighters paused: "Need help? You are covered in blood!"

Morris waved his hand: "No, we are all slightly injured. Go inside, there are many wounded."

The police organization in Mali is not efficient. The special police here have rushed into the lobby of the Radisson Hotel with bluffing, but the intersections around the hotel have not had time to be blocked.

Chen Ling was already driving the car, and under Morris's guidance, he turned a few bends into a bustling street.

"Mr. Chen, let's go to the clinic first. There is a private clinic run by our friend."

The private clinic was very efficient, and Morris quickly entered the operating room. Chen Ling, who was not injured, was wheeled into the processing room. The blood on his face seemed to be seriously injured at first glance.

A nurse took the potion to clean Chen Ling.

Chen Ling closed his eyes, feeling the coolness of the skin on his face.

This time I came to Mali. I thought it was a relaxing and pleasant trip, but I didn't expect it to have such a tragic start.

Both Morris and Mohand conceal the truth from themselves. The struggle within their family is by no means as peaceful as they described, but has reached the point where you die and die.

What does Morris mean when the leader wants to kill himself? What does it mean to save the family without preparing the leader to perish?

When Morris wakes up, he must ask clearly, he can't be led by the nose like this again.

Of the four CR employees, a young man had died tragically on the spot, Hu Datong was missing, and the other two should be fine. CR company is a big company, they ask the embassy for help, they will get the relief they deserve.

I hope there is nothing wrong with Datong Hu!

Chen Ling had already guessed that Hu Datong was probably the elder brother Hu Xiaoxiao said. They are all surnamed Hu, and served as the vice president of the North Africa area in CR Company. These two points are right.

If Hu Datong is really Hu Xiaoxiao's elder brother, and he has three long and two shortcomings, Chen Ling doesn't know how to face Hu Xiaoxiao.

Because, according to Morris, these militants came at Chen Ling! They mistook Hu Datong and that young man for Chen Ling!

Chen Ling felt in his heart that he didn't know what to do!

If you go downstairs to eat on time in the morning,

If you don’t receive three text messages in the morning,

If the black woman hadn't forgotten something,

Then you will face the attack of armed elements, your own Taoist system will issue an early warning, and you can activate your skills between backhands to control the situation, and no one will die in a foreign country!

Why should I come to Mali? You can come earlier or later. Why do you have to come at the same time as the four Chinese and stay in the same hotel?

If I apply for a French visa and travel with Xiaoxiao, where will I be at this time?

...

"Sir, you are all right." The nurse's voice pulled Chen Ling back from his cranky thoughts.

"How is Morris?"

"He is still in the operating room and is under general anesthesia." The nurse said, pushing Chen Ling into the waiting room and stopping next to a basin of cactus.

Chen Ling calmed down slightly and began to think about what to do. He decided in his heart that no matter who was against him, he must pay the price he deserved!

The door of the clinic was pushed open, and a group of local people came in, all with dark skin.

Chen Ling stood up alertly when he heard the movement.

"Where is Mr. Chen?" asked an old white bearded man who took the lead.

The nurse at the front desk saw the people coming and did not dare to hide it, and pointed to the waiting room.

The old man with white beard turned his head and whispered a few words. The crowd behind him nodded and stood apart, taking control of the entire clinic.

The old man with white beard enters the waiting room with a big bald man with a big waist and round head.

He saw Chen Ling standing in the middle and smiled and said: "Hello, Mr. Chen! I am Saidu the elder of the Morris family."

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