The Road to Slaying God

"Uncle Li, Uncle Li...old man, it's me...old man..." After the doctor left, Zhang Yang saw the old man opening his eyes and taking a look, then immediately closed his eyes again. Zhang Yang quickly shouted, "Unfortunately, the old man He didn't even open his eyes, but you could clearly see that his eyes were moving.

"Hey, old man, if you don't open your eyes, don't blame me, Uncle Biao, for being rude." Liu Biao sneered, shaking the bottle of mineral water in his hand.

The old man's brows jumped, and finally he opened his eyes. A pair of cloudy eyes looked at Zhang Yang in a daze, and his dry mouth kept trembling. Slowly, slowly, two lines of tears rolled down, and a pair of skinny hands tightened Holding Zhang Yang's hand tightly... "Old man, it's okay, it's okay." Zhang Yang felt the old man's excitement, took out a hand and patted the old man's thin body. Now, the old man was not aiming with a sight. The target of the cold-blooded killer was an old man in need of help. Although the old man had recovered a lot through infusion, he was still extremely haggard and looked at least ten years older than when he was in the bookstore.

"Zhang Yang, Zhang Yang...is it really you...is it really you...?"

Zhang Yang nodded heavily. Except for the old man's choking voice, the room seemed particularly quiet. Even Liu Biao became serious. Obviously, the current situation was not suitable for joking.

Time passed slowly, and the old man's mood finally stabilized. After drinking some hot tea, he began to talk about his experiences in Somalia.

He and the old woman celebrated their reunion after eighteen years. After traveling around the world, more than thirty days ago, he and the old woman came to a village near the Gulf of Aden in Somalia to find his target. Their preparations were very detailed. , the geographical location and environment of the entire village were clearly understood, and even the family population and living habits of the target person were clearly understood.

However, things were not as simple as they imagined. On the night of their operation, they ambush in the village. While waiting for the target person, the place where they were hiding suddenly became brightly lit, and the entire village was destroyed within seconds. After taking control, it turned out that they fell into a trap. At that time, the situation was very dangerous. The two old couples used advanced night sights and sniper rifles to fight their way out.

However, there are too many people on the other side, and there are villagers in all directions. Their bullets are simply not enough. You know, a qualified killer will not bring extra bullets. Although the old man is a third-rate killer, he has always been very considerate of himself. Confidence, in the end, the old man covered the old woman's escape and was captured.

Originally, the old man was imprisoned in the village near the Gulf of Aden, luring the old woman into taking the bait. I don’t know why, but a few days ago, he was suddenly dragged into a car and imprisoned in a dungeon. After that, he was rescued by Zhang Yang. Come out... "Why did you fall into their ambush?" Zhang Yang asked with a frown.

"We ignored that, in fact, it was a pirate village. Everyone there was inextricably related to pirates. When we set foot there, all our actions were seen by them, so , we were ambushed..."

Hearing this, Zhang Yang couldn't help but fell into deep thought. He thought of their village that Embleton had said. Presumably, that village was just like what the old man said. If there was a rich pirate among that kind of tribe, It is absolutely possible to build a small empire, and no matter how small or small it is, there is no way to escape surveillance.

"Why did they take you to Mogadishu?" Zhang Yang asked.

"Mogadishu! Am I in Mogadishu now?" The old man was stunned at first and then said in shock.

"Yes, this is the capital of Mogadishu, but we rescued you in a village about a hundred kilometers away from here."

"I...I don't know...My old woman...Oops, what if my old woman goes to the village to rescue me?" The old man's half-lying body suddenly sat up, turned over and was about to get out of bed. His body felt like it was about to be blown away by the wind, but he was still determined.

"Don't worry, I've asked people in the hotel to buy a laptop. You can read the messages right away. Blindly looking for it now is not an option." Zhang Yang pulled the old man to comfort him. In fact, when he was giving the old man the infusion, he Arrangements have been made for the hotel staff to buy a laptop, and the only way now is to see if I can contact the old woman by email.

"Oh..." The old man let out a long sigh of relief and said, "By the way, why did your faces get so numb? How did you rescue me from those pirates?"

This explanation is a long one. It started when Zhang Yang told Xiao Yuanxing to kill Redili, and continued until he talked about escaping, then to the sea, and now, until the old man was dumbfounded... There was a long silence.

"My child, I'm sorry for you..."

When he heard that Xiao Yuanxing and Maimaiti's son died, the old man sighed and stroked Zhang Yang's head with his chicken claw-like hands, with a look of pity on his face. Unexpectedly, this child has been dying in the six months since he left. Struggling online, going through life and death, in fact, the old man wanted to know who Maimaiti was and how powerful Maimaiti was. He knew clearly that even the powerful Xiao Qi could not compete, but Zhang Yang was actually able to Maimaiti's hands were able to escape. The hardships involved can only be imagined with one's knees.

"Haha, it's okay. If it weren't for your bookstore, I really wouldn't be able to escape." Zhang Yang felt a warmth in his heart. The days he spent with the old man benefited him a lot and will be unforgettable for the rest of his life. The relationship between him and the old man , both a teacher and a friend.

"It has nothing to do with me. If it were someone else, I wouldn't have thought of it. In fact, that was my way of escape. That door, that window, that bookshelf, and that window covered with cardboard were all intentional. To set it up, I used the tip of a needle to poke out a dotted line on the window covered with cardboard. I just need to grab a piece of paper protruding from it and gently tear it off, and the entire window will be exposed... "

"Ah... that... I tore it open with my hands..." Zhang Yang looked ashamed. The cardboard was very hard at the time and he had lost some strength. He didn't expect that the old man had arranged it.

"...Do you want to figure out all the tricks in such an emergency?" The old man was a little speechless. In order to arrange those mechanisms, he spent a lot of brain cells, but Zhang Yang easily cracked them. Now , It’s depressing to behave well even though you get a bargain.

"Hehe." Zhang Yang laughed awkwardly.

"Hey, old man, we were almost killed by your road. Do you know? At the end of the road, there is a construction site of dozens of acres. After we ran out, it was very empty. There was no place to run. It was surrounded by Wall, in the end, I escaped through Chuanzi River, holy shit, it stinks..." Liu Biao was immediately dissatisfied when he mentioned the passage. The smelly water of Chuanzi River was something he would never forget.

"Ah...that...ahem...mistake, mistake, pay attention next time, be sure to pay attention next time, hehe, when I left, I already knew that the place was about to be demolished, so I didn't think about those things..." The old man The old man blushed, as if he had harmed Liu Biao, and said a little embarrassed.

"Damn it, old man, can't you say it's more auspicious? What next time, ***, there will be another next time, will you let us live?" Liu Biao was so depressed that he vomited blood.

"Bah, bah, bah... what I said nonsense doesn't count, haha." Although the old man was not familiar with Liu Biao, he saw him every day at the entrance of the alley at that time and knew something about Liu Biao's surname.

"Old man, do you have any plans?" Liu Biao asked.

"No, when I meet up with the old lady, I'm going to bloodbath that pirate village!"

In an instant, the old man regained the coldness of a killer, and his gentle expression became sinister. Zhang Yang and Liu Biao looked at each other and couldn't help but sigh secretly. No matter how much suffering he suffered, this old man was still a ruthless man at his core. The killer.

"Dong dong dong dong!"

While a few people were chatting, there was a knock on the door. When Liu Biao opened the door, he saw that it was a computer delivered by a hotel waiter. After signing for it, the waiter left. Several people were immediately overjoyed. They quickly gathered together and turned on the computer. All the computers were already there. Once configured, it can be used after booting and logging in.

Almost immediately, Zhang Yang opened the email address.

"Zhang Yang, the time is up and you haven't contacted me. I'll leave first. If you come to Somalia, call xxxxxxxxxxx, well, that's it. I will notify you of good news..."

"There's a cell phone!"

Everyone's eyes lit up. As long as they had contact information, everything would be easy.

Immediately, the old man couldn't wait to pick up the hotel phone on the bedside and started dialing.

"beep……"

"beep……"

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The call went through, and Zhang Yang and Liu Biao couldn't help but look nervously at the phone in the old man's hand. Zhang Yang had always been deeply moved by the love story between the two old men until death, so he would rather take the risk to come to Somalia. Rescue, Zhang Yang has always hoped that an old couple can grow old together... The old man was also very nervous. He grabbed the microphone tightly with his thin hands, holding it hard, and his fingers turned pale white due to excessive exertion.

pass!

"Is that you?" The old man grabbed the microphone with both hands and asked cautiously in a very soft voice.

"Old man! Is it the old man?" There was silence for a while on the phone, and then he asked softly with suppressed excitement.

"It's me, it's me..." When the old man heard the voice on the phone, tears fell on his hands, making Liu Biao and Zhang Yang's noses sore.

There was no sound on the phone, only a low "whimpering" sound came from the phone. It was obviously the old woman crying with joy.

"I'm in Hotel xxx in Mogadishu. How many rooms are there?" The old man glanced at Zhang Yang.

"xxx room."

"I'm waiting for you in room xxx of xxx hotel in Mogadishu. Where are you?" The old man spoke softly, as if he was afraid of scaring the old woman.

"I was not far from Mogadishu. I went to that village and all the pirates there had evacuated. I asked a lot of people and found out that I was in Mogadishu. I kept following them, but I still followed them. Wait for me, it will take me more than three hours, the road conditions in Somalia are very bad..."

"Well, be careful, don't worry, I will wait for you, always waiting for you..." The old man wiped his tears gently, his voice choked with sobs. He had been waiting for eighteen years and didn't care about these three hours.

"Well, I'll be careful. Just wait for me and I'll come..."

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The two reluctantly hung up the phone. The old man looked at the phone in a daze. A month of separation seemed like a thousand years. This month of separation was even more painful than the last time. After all, the whereabouts were not known at all last time, and this time This time, it was nearly twenty years later that they got together and were separated again. This pain was beyond anything before.

"Old man, let's go out for a while. How can you see your wife like this? Your wife will be sad when she sees you like this."

"Ah...that's...that's...but, I have no money and I lost my card..." The old man touched his messy hair. Now, he not only needs a good set of clothes, but also needs to trim his hair.

"No money?" Liu Biao stood up with a sneer and walked towards the big packages.

"Have you become rich? Are you still staying in such a high-end hotel?"

The old man looked at the clothes on Zhang Yang and Liu Biao with some suspicion. If you analyze the clothes, they don't look like they have made a fortune. They are wearing ordinary clothes. Although they are not street stalls, they are different from the clothes they wear after they make a fortune. There is still some distance.

"Hmph, you look down on us?" Liu Biao is now walking in brocade clothes at night, but there is no place to show off. Now that the old man finally appears as a show off target, he must not let it go.

"No, no, how could I look down on you?" The old man smiled dryly to hide his thoughts.

"Old man, open your eyes and take a look!" Liu Biao stood next to the package and pulled out a sharp dagger from his body.

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(To be continued)