"A suicide bombing occurred in Aleppo, Syria, with more than a dozen casualties, most of which were women and children."

In the news report of AV, Aleppo is a shaking scene, a broken city, a sporadic gunshots, and pedestrians running around.

There are too many similar terrorist attacks. People only know that people died in a certain place abroad. As for where this place is? Who died specifically? No one is interested in it in China. Everyone’s impression of war comes from movies and TV. The reality is too far away and there is no feeling.

But when he was really at the explosion site, his mood was different. Zhou Qingfeng stood by the explosion pit for a long time.

He had already had a premonition of danger before, and when the refugees were provoked, he felt that the danger was approaching. But he only took care of the pretentious move, and the UNHCR rescue convoy eventually got along with the refugees in Aleppo.

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

Zhou Qingfeng was bombarded by the air waves more than ten meters away, his eardrums ruptured and his face was bleeding. When he returned to the explosion pit, more than a dozen people who were originally standing there disappeared, only the charred limbs and the crying wounded. Wang Zhigao, who was still talking to him just now... disappeared.

The armored team responsible for escorting Zhou Qingfeng immediately rushed up to separate refugees and idle people, and the captain of the Red Team ran over and shouted, "Head, you need to bandage."

Zhou Qingfeng touched his face, the blood and dust mixed together, and it was wet. He felt a little concussion-like dizzy, and his ears were deaf, but he still shook his head and said, "I have nothing to do, it will be fine in a while."

The scene was very chaotic, some were crying, some were shouting, and some were lying on the ground. Few people came out to rescue, and the soldiers of the government army ran around like headless flies.

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

"I'm fine." After being bombed, Zhou Qingfeng's spirit was quite ethereal, and his tone became dull.

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

"A lot of people died, one of them was the major Wang, whose logistics surname was Wang. I heard him shouting warningly, as if someone was coming to me. But before I could turn back, the explosion would happen."

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

Hearing this, it was obvious that the country gave up the idea of ​​surveillance of Zhou Qingfeng. The big guys only wanted him to eat and drink well, just not have any trouble.

Zhou Qingfeng was not happy when he heard this. He did not stubbornly express that he must stay. Instead, he sighed obediently, "Okay, I'll leave Syria. I won't cause trouble for you."

Zhou Qingfeng, who is so easy to talk, was a little beyond Xiao Jinlang's expectations, but Lao Xiao immediately replied: "Stay where you are, don't walk 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 responsible for the warning, loose on the outside and tight on the inside, and refused to anyone to approach. Through the car window, he could see the explosion pit on the road not far away. In a trance, there seemed to be someone standing there, the person who was still talking to him just now.

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

The driver was stunned but didn't say anything.

"I have to cry when I shed blood and sweat, just to protect me, a funny guy who likes to run around and cause trouble everywhere? And I don't know how to be grateful, and every time I cause trouble, I'm even bigger than the sky. I remember that after a while, you had intelligence officers sacrificed their lives because of the tail."

The driver still didn't speak.

Zhou Qingfeng sighed and continued to say to himself, "I am not familiar with that Major Wang, and I have never seen it many times. This explosion is probably coming to me, and I feel like he is dead on my behalf. On the way, he mentioned that his wife didn't want him to come to Syria, and the child was thinking of him and hurried back.

But now he can't go back."

The wound on Zhou Qingfeng's head had quickly scabbed, and the blood had stopped long ago. After washing it with water, it was basically fine after cleaning it. However, the driver who bandaged him still wrapped his head around with gauze.

Zhou Qingfeng couldn't sit still, but continued to ask, "How many people have you sacrificed for taking care of me?"

The driver was a man in his thirties, with an ordinary face but strong skill. After finishing the bandage, he returned to the driver's seat and continued to remain quiet. Zhou Qingfeng suddenly grabbed his shoulder excitedly and asked, "Can't you speak? Are there many people who died because of me?"

The driver was still calm when he turned around, but he finally said simply: "The leader said you are very important, very important, and extremely important. It is worth our entire group to fight for his life to defend."

"Haha..." Zhou Qingfeng let go of his hand with a wry smile, and fell on the backrest of the back seat of the Jeep in silence.

Xiao Jinlang called several more calls and told the helicopter that it had been arranged. Zhou Qingfeng answered lazily on the phone a few times, and could only continue to wait, occasionally looking out of the car and passing the time. But just as he was looking around, someone in the crowd near the convoy attracted his attention.

A middle-aged man wearing a headscarf and dressed in a tattered dress. He has a high nose and deep eyes, a gloomy face, and his eyes always aimed at Zhou Qingfeng's car. Zhou Qingfeng has always had a great memory. He remembers this bastard. Before the suicide bombing, this guy pointed and pointed behind the refugee crowd.

About twenty or thirty meters away, Zhou Qingfeng and this guy looked at each other across the crowd. He felt that the man was looking at him and observing the jeep he was sitting in. The "silent face" was also shocked to realize that he was discovered, so he quickly lowered his head and turned to the crowd.

"Old Xiao, Lao Xiao, I think I've found the instructor behind the suicide bombing. Should we catch him?" Zhou Qingfeng hurriedly found a satellite phone to find Xiao Jinlang.

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

As soon as the phone rang, Zhou Qingfeng could only sit in the car. The "sinous face" outside the car seemed to have left, but within a few minutes the guy appeared next to a broken house sixty or seventy meters away, holding a telescope in his hand and still looked at Zhou Qingfeng. He was much more courageous, and even though he knew that he was exposed, he was still looking at Zhou Qingfeng with his middle finger.

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

The armored soldiers in charge of the guards quickly expanded the guard circle. Zhou Qingfeng sent two people out to capture each other, but in fact he could only drive them away. Compared with the lawless Zhou Qingfeng, the national security personnel who protected him were much more cautious.

The driver whispered, "Our current identity is the United Nations aid team and military observation team. We cannot cause trouble, and we do not have the power to enforce the law."

This means..., sit there with peace of mind.

Facing the drive away, the "shinny face" at most continued to run away or stared at Zhou Qingfeng's direction. He just kept consuming it. Moreover, three or five accomplices appeared beside him, one by one looking at Zhou Qingfeng.

Zhou Qingfeng could only watch in the car.

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

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

"The Syrian officials just protested to us that our people massacred two civilians in Aleppo. We are thinking about how to wipe our butts. What else do you do?"

Zhou Qingfeng was speechless and could only get on the helicopter.

But when the helicopter flew and climbed, Zhou Qingfeng clearly saw the "shinny face" on the ground aiming and shooting at him. His companion took off his pants and peed in the sky. This unsolvable hatred was obviously endless.

Damn..., I can't bear it anymore, there is no need to endure it anymore!
Chapter completed!