Please Don’t Give Up on Me

At the beginning of April, it is a good time for spring to bloom in China, but Livia has already entered the midsummer.

The moment Qi Yue stepped out of the cabin door, Qi Yue was tightly wrapped in a heat wave, almost out of breath. She was still wearing a military jacket, with a row of buttons neatly buttoned all the way to the neck, but the circle around the neckline was already wet.

The ground temperature outside the cabin was 35 degrees without a trace of wind.

The first group of medical team guides who arrived in Livia came to pick up the plane. He stood beside the transport truck against the scorching sun, and waved enthusiastically at Qi Yue and the others.

Leading the team is Qi Yue's mentor, Su Qing.

Qi Yue walked forward with her and saluted the guide with a standard military salute.

"The Affiliated Hospital of Army Flying Blade Brigade, Su Qing, leading 15 medical staff, come to report!"

"Army Flying Blade Brigade Affiliated Hospital, Qi Yue."

The guide was happy, and followed their example and returned a non-standard military salute: "Livia Medical Support Team, Li Jian, just call me Lao Li. Major Su, Lieutenant Qi, all of you soldiers are so serious. ?"

Su Qing smiled slightly: "Then you can also call me Su Qing."

Qi Yue agreed and nodded: "Yes, it's the same in a white coat. After working together, everyone is a companion."

Old Li honestly nodded and wiped the sweat from his forehead: "Okay, then we'll talk as we walk!"

He said he was talking while walking, but only Lao Li was really ‘speaking’. He introduced the areas passed by the car along the way-where is the war zone, where is the safety zone, where can be purchased...

"Ahead is the battle zone when the Second Civil War broke out. But now there are no people here." Lao Li shook his head and sighed. "The tall building on the left was once the office building of Livia's largest investment bank. This A bank has also squeezed into the forefront of the world, but it’s a pity..."

He didn't continue talking about the latter, because there was no need to say more.

The office building that had been baptized by artillery fire no longer looked like it was. The floor should have been made of all glass, with a nice and fashionable design. However, most of the glass is now shattered, and the left half of the whole building seems to be torn off by some strange force, leaving only the broken reinforced concrete exposed outside and the charred walls.

Qi Yue sighed and looked away silently.

On the way, they could hear the sound of gunfire coming from nowhere, sometimes they felt far away, and sometimes they felt close to their ears. Obviously it was daytime, but the distant sky was dyed dark yellow by the flames of war and gunpowder.

And this once ‘battle zone’ is even more devastated and ruined. There is no house intact, most of the broken walls are burnt to black, broken rubble is all over the floor, and there is only one empty car on the side of the road.

Qi Yue had good eyesight, and at a glance he saw a puppet held by a broken prefabricated board in the ruins. Only half of the puppet is exposed, and it is still stained with dried blood.

She felt a little uncomfortable. Knowing the battlefield situation and seeing it with your own eyes is still different after all.

Su Qing, who was sitting next to Qi Yue, took a look at her: "Sleep for a while, you were busy sorting out your documents on the plane without taking a break. When you arrive at the campsite later, I guess you will be busy."

Qi Yue let out a ‘um’, retracted his gaze, leaned his head back on the back of the chair, and closed his eyes lightly...

When I was asleep and half awake, I heard a sharp and piercing sound in my ears, and then a dull pain came from my forehead. Qi Yue became sober in an instant and opened his eyes.

"Are you OK?!"

As soon as he opened his eyes, he met Su Qing's worried eyes.

Qi Yue pressed her forehead and shook her head slowly: "It's okay..."

I thought that the car braked hard, and her head hit the window.

"What's going on..." Qi Yue raised his head and looked forward, then his eyes quickly condensed.

There is a pickup truck in front of the road.

On the pickup stood a dozen locals wrapped in black robes and black masks.

Two of them were holding a bazooka and arrogantly aimed at Qi Yue and their car, yelling something in Arabic.

At this moment, several people with guns jumped off the pickup one after another, striding towards Qi Yue and the others.

Qi Yue thought about it, turned his head and saw Su Qing's uniform jacket resting on his lap, and immediately reached out and took it.

Su Qing was taken aback for a moment: "What are you doing..."

Then she saw Qi Yue quickly take off her uniform and put it in her hands: "Teacher, you wear mine."

"No!" Su Qing suddenly understood Qi Yue's intentions, and reached out to grab his coat.

Qi Yue stopped her hand and said in a low voice: "Teacher, look at their clothes."

Su Qing looked out of the car, and then immediately understood what Qi Yue meant.

Livia is now divided into a whole country, and it is not an exaggeration to say that it is a ‘prince’ rule. The biggest snobbery is an extremist religious organization called ‘Iser’, which controls the southern part of the country and fights against the government forces in the northern part with the capital as the center. The iconic dress of the ‘Ise’ organization is a black robe covering the whole body with a black mask.

If this group of people really come from the ‘Esser’ organization, then there are ten people who come here are not good.

Qi Yue pressed Su Qing's hand: "Teacher, this team needs you."

Su Qing's face was innocent for a while, her lips trembled twice, and finally she didn't insist anymore.

Just as Qi Yue put on his uniform, those people had already walked to the car.

"Getout!" One of them spoke with a strong accent and smashed the door on the driver's side twice with the butt, and the heavy machine gun at the back was aimed at the driver's head.

Qi Yue had changed her uniform, and she nodded slightly at Su Qing.

Su Qing glanced at everyone: "Get off the car. Don't talk, Qi Yue and I will negotiate with them."

The group of people were forced to stand in a row outside the car like prisoners waiting to be tried. Everyone watched their noses and noses, but their faces were uniformly black and blue.

At this time, another person got off the opponent's car. Like the others, he had a black robe and a face mask. The only difference was that he had a bright red square around his neck. This person is probably their leader.

"Who'stheleader?" The red scarf slowly walked in front of everyone, and asked in fairly fluent English.

"Iamincharge." Under everyone's gaze, Qi Yue lifted her head slightly, staring at the man calmly.

The eyes of the red bib patted Qi Yue's face for a moment. The Asian woman in front of her is tall and thin. She has neat short hair with ears, bright pupils, but sharp eyes, and her eyebrows and facial features are full of heroic beauty.

"You?" the man asked again. She looks too young, too young.

A tall and thin man walked up from behind and whispered something in the ear of the red collar. The gaze of the red bib stayed for a moment on the two bars and one star on Qi Yue's epaulettes, then chuckled, and said to his companion in Arabic: "Caught a big fish."

"We are the medical team sent by China." Qi Yue raised his finger at the five-star red flag on the roof of the car, and negotiated with him in fluent English. "You don't want to cause trouble, do you?"

She emphasized the word ‘China’. Most of the countries on this continent have received funding from China. Even if they are armed to seize power, they will inevitably have to deal with China in the future.

The red collar scorned it, and lit Qi Yue's epaulettes with the **** of the rifle: "Listen, Chinese chicken, in this land, Lao Tzu is the master."

Qi Yue frowned slightly, but her eyes remained calm.

If she had doubted their identities before, it is almost certain now. This dress, this perverted way of doing things, this one can't wait to upset what can be called stupid courage, it should be the people organized by ‘Ese’.

For such desperadoes who believe in extremism, there is indeed no reason.

The man raised his chin at Qi Yue and ordered his men: "Tie her."

Qi Yue secretly breathed a sigh of relief. Fortunately, she changed her uniform with Su Qing in advance.

"What are you doing?!" Seeing that group's movements, a girl with a ponytail couldn't help but step out, trying to stop them.

Qi Yue shouted sharply: "Zhao Tianxin!"

The girl named Zhao Tianxin was taken aback for a moment, and looked at Qi Yue at a loss. The two of them have been roommates since they entered medical school, and the relationship is also strong. Hearing that Qi Yue had applied for this task, she happily followed suit regardless of whether it was a gunshot or bullet rain in front of her.

Qi Yue shook her head almost invisibly.

Zhao Tianxin followed Qi Yue's sight and saw the gun facing his head, so he shut his mouth obediently.

Qi Yue stretched out his hand to tie them, and then calmly looked at the red collar: "What do you want to exchange?"

The red collar squinted his eyes: "I like smart people."

He took a piece of paper from his pocket and shook it away.

Qi Yue's eyes flickered when she saw the densely packed names and quantities of medicines written on them.

It shouldn't be the first time this group has done this kind of activity. They even knew exactly what and how many supplies the medical team had in their hands.

When Qi Yue was silent, there was a sudden "click" in her ears, and then a cold and hard object hit the back of her head. There is no need to look back, Qi Yue also knows that it is a gun, a loaded gun.

"Hand over the medicine. Otherwise, everyone will die." The red scarf's tone gradually became irritable, and it was obvious that he had lost his patience.

Qi Yue lifted his eyes and glanced at him: "There is no medicine in the car now, you can search it. Besides, you need too many things, we need time to prepare here."

The red bib was not nonsense, and people searched Qi Yue's car immediately, and found nothing.

He gave an impatient ‘tsk’, and then he gestured to his deputy. The man wrote an address on the medicine list and handed it to the medical team.

The red bib pointed at Qi Yue and said to the people: "I will give you one day to replace people with goods."

Su Qing suddenly said: "Three days. We need three days."

The red bib turned to Su Qing: "What did you say?"

Su Qing said in a fairly calm tone: "Our material transport plane will not arrive in Livia the day after tomorrow. You have to wait for the stuff to be delivered before it can be delivered."

The red bib was silent for a moment: "Three days. If I did not receive the medicine, you will collect her body for her."

He paused and looked at Su Qing gloomily: "If you play tricks, I will blow up your medical camp."

Su Qing nodded: "But you must guarantee her personal safety within three days."

Red collar: "Deal."

Before Qi Yue left, suddenly turned his head and said to Su Qing: "Teacher, they are here prepared, I'm afraid there are other uses for the robbery. Think about everything in the long run, don't...because of small losses."

Su Qing's eye sockets warmed slightly: "I know."

As soon as Qi Yue finished speaking, she gave a heavy blow to her face, and then was kicked on her knees: "What the hell!"

That strength is so great that if it were an ordinary person, he would have fallen a dog and gnawed the mud. However, Qi Yue shook twice, resisting the feeling of dizziness and nausea, and stood firmly on her knees. She would not kneel down in front of these people. I will never die.

Kick her whistle: "Boss, this woman is pretty stiff."

He stretched out his hand to pinch Qi Yue's beaten face, and stared at her bloodshot pale lips for two seconds: "They look pretty too."

The red collar gave him a cold glance: "Don't waste time! Do you want to linger until the government forces come?"

He didn't dare to talk any more, he took a sack to Qi Yue's head and pushed her into the car.

***

Qi Yue pursed her dry lips and looked at the man in front of her blankly.

It is the second day she was locked up. She can go to the toilet once a day and drink water once a day. At other times, she was tied to this chair in the basement.

Not many people are in charge of keeping her guard, and they change shifts about every six hours. Every time one person guards inside the house, two guards outside the house. The number of this armed organization is not large, and its facilities and equipment are relatively outdated. This confirmed her previous conjecture-this group should be just a small detachment under the banner of ‘Esser’.

Qi Yue's face was suddenly pinched, which forced her to turn her attention back to the man standing in front of her.

The man's name was Wahab, and he was a familiar face, just the one who whistled at her before.

A wretched light flashed in his eyes, and he looked up and down Qi Yue unscrupulously.

Qi Yue was tied to a chair, two-fingered hemp rope was wrapped around her neck, and her hands were tightly tied to the back of the chair after being cross-wound on her chest. Her uniform jacket was peeled off long ago, leaving only a close-fitting white T. Linglong's body curve was more prominent by the tight rope, making Wahab's mouth dry.

He stretched out his hand and touched Qi Yue's face twice. The soft and smooth touch made the fire in his heart burn more vigorously, and his hands began to become more irregular.

Qi Yue's mouth twitched coldly: "If you continue, then you don't want the medicine."

Wahab can still understand simple English. He raised his hand and slapped Qi Yue: "Bargain with Lao Tzu to figure out your situation!"

Qi Yue sipped the blood out of her mouth and looked at him coldly: "Try it."

Maybe it was because the contempt in her eyes was too obvious, or her tone was too determined, Wahab hesitated.

But after a while, he couldn't stand the anger of being threatened again, and hit Qi Yue's abdomen with a punch. That punch took ten percent of the force, and Qi Yue instantly felt that his chest and abdomen were turned upside down, his organs were tangled up, and he lowered his head and kept coughing...

The door of the basement was suddenly kicked open. The heavy iron door slammed into the concrete wall with a strong muffled noise.

Wahab suddenly turned around in surprise, and at the same time took out the gun that was pinned to his waist...

However, he is faster than the other party...

"boom-"

The sound of the muffled gun was not loud, but the bullet hit Wahab's gun accurately. The huge momentum made him unable to continue holding the gun in his hand, and the pistol fell to the ground, and a dull echo was heard in the empty basement.

Wahab subconsciously threw himself down to pick up the gun. However, before his hand was touching the gun, he heard a low and cold male voice, accompanied by the metal sound of the bullet being loaded, ringing in his ear.

"Advise you not to move."

A drop of cold sweat slowly dripped from Wahab's forehead, because he could clearly see the gun that fell on the ground—

The opponent's bullet was inserted into the barrel of the gun impartially, and the gun was directly scrapped. Even a special soldier who has been trained for many years can not always shoot a shot with such a tricky angle.

If it wasn't for the other party to show mercy, he would have died just now...

Wahab slowly raised his head. The first thing he saw was a pair of black combat boots, and then his slender legs wrapped in camouflage training uniforms.

Moving on, he saw the muzzle of the black hole aimed at his head.

The sleeve of the gun hand was half rolled up, revealing the tangled wheat-colored arm, and the armband of the training uniform was printed with a yellow star flag on the red background.

Wahab swallowed hard.

The man is tall, with wide shoulders and wide backs. His figure is a beautiful inverted triangle. The slightly open neckline reveals a strong pectoral line. Moving his gaze further up, it was the sturdy chin, the thin lips that were pressed into a line, the tall bridge of the nose...then, he looked at a pair of cold and deep eyes.

The man's eyes shuddered, as if still water, but also revealed a decidedly cold killing intent. Wahab had goose bumps unconsciously. He had no doubt that if he moved by himself, the man would pull the trigger without hesitation.

The light in the basement is dim, but it does not prevent Qi Yue from seeing the people coming. Her pupils tightened slightly, staring at the tall figure, her fingers tied behind her unconsciously grabbed the back of the chair.

She bit her lip hard, the pain was distinct. The smell of rust in her mouth reminded her that this was not an illusion.

When the person walked a few steps closer and could see every line on the chiseled face, her eye sockets suddenly became slightly hot and her mouth felt a little bitter.

She had imagined countless scenes of meeting Lin Jing...but none of them was like the present one.