Chapter 1219 Unbearable

"There was another suicide bomb attack in Aleppo, Syria. It is reported that more than a dozen people were killed or injured, most of whom were women and children."

According to the ccaV news report, Aleppo is a shaky scene, a dilapidated city, sporadic gunfire, and pedestrians running around.

There are too many similar terrorist attacks, and people only know that someone died somewhere abroad. As for where is this place? Who exactly died? No one in China is interested, and everyone's impression of the war comes from movies and TV. But the reality of the tragedy is too far away to feel.

But at the scene of the explosion, the mood was different. Zhou Qingfeng stood by the blast pit for a long time.

He had already sensed the danger before, and when the refugees were provoked, he felt that the danger was approaching. But he only pretended to go, and the rescue convoy of the UNHCR ended up mixing with the refugees in Aleppo.

So what if you killed two suspects who were in the crowd? The explosion still happened.

Zhou Qingfeng was blown away by the blast more than ten meters away, his eardrums were ruptured, and his face was bleeding. When he returned to the blast pit, the dozen or so people who had been standing there were gone, only scorched black stumps and wailing wounded everywhere. Wang Zhigao who was talking to him just now... disappeared.

The armored team in charge of protecting Zhou Qingfeng immediately rushed up to separate the refugees and other people, and the captain of the red team ran over and shouted: "Head, you need to be bandaged."

Zhou Qingfeng touched his face, it was wet mixed with blood and dust. He was a little dizzy from a concussion, and he was deaf in one ear, but he still shook his head and said, "I'm fine, I'll be fine in a while."

The scene was chaotic, some people were crying, some were shouting, some people fell to the ground and nobody knew what happened. Few people came out to rescue, and the soldiers of the government army ran around like headless chickens.

Zhou Qingfeng quickly received a call from Xiao Jinlang, and the first thing he said was: "Boy, how are you?"

"I'm fine." After being bombed, Zhou Qingfeng's spirit was quite ethereal, but his tone was flat.

Xiao Jinlang on the other end of the phone breathed a sigh of relief, "How was the scene?"

"A lot of people died. One of them was a major in our logistics service named Wang. I heard him yelling for warning. It seemed that someone was running towards me. He died before I turned around and exploded."

Xiao Jinlang also sighed, but he had no time to be sad, "Don't worry about it, Aleppo is not the place for you to stay. You'd better leave, go wherever you want, find a safe place, don't play in Syria .”

Hearing this, it is obvious that the country has given up the idea of ​​monitoring Zhou Qingfeng. The bosses just beg him to eat and drink well, and that nothing will happen to him.

But Zhou Qingfeng was not very happy when he heard this. He didn't stubbornly say that he must stay, but sighed obediently, "Okay, I'll leave Syria. I won't cause you any trouble."

Such a talkative Zhou Qingfeng was a bit beyond Xiao Jinlang's expectations, but Lao Xiao replied immediately: "Stay where you are and don't wander around. I'll arrange a helicopter for you. You can go back to Damascus first, and then go anywhere."

Zhou Qingfeng returned to his car, surrounded by armored soldiers in charge of security, tight on the outside and tight on the inside, refusing anyone to approach. He could still see the bomb crater on the road not far away through the car window, and there seemed to be a person standing there in a daze, the person who was still talking to him just now.

The driver of the car was arranged by Guoan. Seeing that Zhou Qingfeng in the back seat had blood on his face, he hurriedly found gauze and hemostatic spray for him. After Zhou Qingfeng reached out to take it, he suddenly asked, "Do you think that I am very capricious, troublesome, and annoying?"

The driver was taken aback, but said nothing.

"Blood, sweat, and tears, just to protect me, a tease who likes to run around and cause trouble everywhere? And I, a tease, don't know how to be grateful, and every time I cause something bigger than the sky. I remember before I After a while of disaster, you have intelligence personnel who died because of mopping up."

The driver still didn't speak.

Zhou Qingfeng sighed, and continued to talk to himself, "I'm not familiar with that Major Wang, and I haven't seen that many times in total. This explosion is probably aimed at me.

I feel like he died for me. On the way here, he mentioned that his wife did not want him to come to Syria, and his children still wanted him to go back quickly.

But now he can't go back. "

The wound on Zhou Qingfeng's head had almost scabbed over, and the blood had already stopped. Rinse it with water, and it will be fine after cleaning. But the driver who bandaged him still wrapped his head with gauze again and again.

Zhou Qingfeng sat still, but continued to ask: "How many people have you sacrificed because of taking care of me?"

The driver is a man in his thirties, with an ordinary face, but strong skills. He returned to the driver's seat after wrapping up and continued to remain silent. Zhou Qingfeng suddenly grabbed his shoulder excitedly, and asked, "Can't you speak? Did many people die because of me?"

The driver was still calm when he turned his head, but he finally said something simple: "The leader said that you are very important, very important, extremely important. It is worth our entire team to fight for and defend."

"Hehe..." Zhou Qingfeng let go of his hand with a wry smile, and fell on the back of the jeep in silence.

Xiao Jinlang made several more phone calls to inform that the helicopter had been arranged. Zhou Qingfeng lazily answered a few times on the phone, and could only continue to wait, occasionally looking out of the car to check the time. But when he was looking around, someone in the crowd near the convoy caught his attention.

A middle-aged man with a headscarf and tattered clothes. He has a high nose and deep eyes, with a gloomy face, and his eyes are always aimed at Zhou Qingfeng's car. And Zhou Qingfeng has always had an excellent memory, he remembered this bastard, just before the suicide bombing, this guy was pointing behind the crowd of refugees.

At a distance of about twenty or thirty meters, Zhou Qingfeng and this guy faced each other across the crowd. He felt that this person was looking at him, observing the jeep he was sitting in. The gloomy face was also startled to be discovered, and quickly lowered its head and turned into the crowd.

"Old Xiao, old Xiao, I think I found the instigator behind the suicide bombing just now. Shall we arrest him?" Zhou Qingfeng hurriedly found Xiao Jinlang on a satellite phone.

But Xiao Jinlang on the other end of the phone seemed to be very busy, so he could only persuade patiently: "Boy, don't cause trouble. The matter of catching terrorists is out of our control. The helicopter will arrive soon, just wait patiently. "

After hanging up the phone, Zhou Qingfeng could only sit in the car. The shady face outside the car seemed to be gone, but within a few minutes this guy appeared beside a dilapidated house sixty or seventy meters away, still looking at Zhou Qingfeng with a telescope in his hand. He was a lot more courageous, knowing that he was exposed, he still gave Zhou Qingfeng the middle finger.

Zhou Qingfeng's eyes were extremely sharp, and he shouted to the driver in the front seat: "The guy seventy meters away on the left is definitely a terrorist, and someone should be sent to arrest him."

The armored soldiers in charge of guarding quickly expanded the security circle. Zhou Qingfeng sent two people out to arrest each other, but in fact they could only drive them away. Compared with the lawless Zhou Qingfeng, the national security personnel protecting his safety are much more cautious.

The driver persuaded in a low voice, "Our current status is the UN's aid team and military observer team. We can't cause trouble, and we don't have the power to enforce the law."

This means..., sit back and relax.

Facing the chasing, the dark face would at most continue to run farther, or stare at Zhou Qingfeng's direction. He just kept going. Moreover, three or five accomplices appeared beside him, looking at Zhou Qingfeng one by one.

But Zhou Qingfeng could only watch from inside the car.

After waiting for four or five hours, a little squirrel arrived in Aleppo and landed slowly. Lao Xiao simultaneously contacted Zhou Qingfeng and said, "Get on the helicopter and leave immediately."

"Where are the terrorists who killed us?" Zhou Qingfeng asked back.

"Syrian authorities just protested to us that our men massacred two civilians in Aleppo. We are thinking about how to wipe our asses. What else do you want?"

Zhou Qingfeng was choked speechless, so he could only board the helicopter.

But when the helicopter skimmed and climbed, Zhou Qingfeng clearly saw the dark face on the ground aiming and shooting at him. His companion also took off his trousers and urinated in the sky. This look of incomprehensible hatred is obviously endless.

Fuck... I can't bear it anymore, I don't need to bear it anymore!

The little squirrel climbed more than ten meters, but Zhou Qingfeng took off the military uniform he was wearing, kicked open the hatch of the helicopter with a bang, and jumped straight down.