"Thank you for your advice."

"Yan is so serious, Yan is so serious, Yunzhen, I'm sorry, but in that case, I really can't do anything."

"I understand," Li Yunzhen sighed sadly, reached out to signal, and sent Lieutenant General Cui to the door. Lieutenant General Cui opened his mouth and wanted to say something to comfort him, but when he reached his mouth, he swallowed it back, nodded politely, and left with the guard.

After seeing Lieutenant General Choi, Li Yun was really depressed. In fact, most of the messages given by Lieutenant General Choi were speculations, such as he did not see the US military conducting the silence operation with his own eyes. Moreover, the reasons for the US military were very sufficient and just. If the hostages were rescued, the missiles could not fall into the hands of terrorists. Should they be given to them to attack the Justice coalition forces?

Even if you question at this time, the US military would shamelessly say that he had never seen Long Jiu's actions be 100% confidential, and the US military would not even need to erase the traces because there were no traces at all. The sand of the two Hellfire missiles melted, where can I find the traces?

Without any clues to prove that Long Jiu is dead, there is no reason to accuse anyone of any individual. Besides, is the American father so easy to accuse? If she really wants to do this, she will not find any supporters in the whole of South Korea. If there is no supporter, will the United States pay attention to her former director of the South Korean National Intelligence Agency?

In the face of absolute force oppression, yi's personal anger is of no use. The handle that Lee Yunzhen can hold may be of great use within the scope of South Korea, but it has almost zero effect on the United States.

She also has no strong force in her hand. If she wants to kill someone, the most she can do is to offer a reward. But there is an unwritten rule in the underground world, that is, for public officials in various countries, this kind of reward is secretly accepted. Although private transactions are not prohibited, in general, such a task is extremely unlikely to be accepted. The reason is very simple. The efforts and interests cannot be proportional. Take the assassination of Major General Lawrence as an example. He is an active major general of the US military. He is always in the US military bases and on vacation. When he wants to assassinate him, he will definitely pay a huge price. Even if he succeeds by chance, he will inevitably anger the US, a giant, which is not an assassination organization that can be offended, but for the benefit of only a few million US dollars, is this deal worth it?

Although she didn't want to admit it, Reason told Li Yunzhen that she might not be able to avenge her son.

This made her very painful.

Li Yunzhen sat in the yard, feeling sad. Suddenly, her deputy ran over. Li Yunzhen was very surprised to see him, and she couldn't help but wonder, what's so happy about under the current situation?

"There is new news!" said the deputy excitedly: "Just just now, news came from China. Wang Siming found the person in Dubai. They sent a plane to pick him up and are expected to arrive in China in ten hours."

Li Yunzhen hurriedly asked, "What about my son's news?"

"Not yet, but since Wang Siming is alive, I believe he should have nothing to do to see Wang Siming, and the matter will be clear."

"Okay, arrange the itinerary, I'll go to China to ask him personally!" Li Yunzhen said immediately, paused, and she said again: "Help me make an appointment with the girls in his will, and I'll meet them."

The deputy nodded: "I'll make arrangements now."

A few hours ago.

When Wang Siming woke up, his purpose was to have a huge crystal chandelier. Although he lived in a good environment since he was a child, he had never seen such a rich crystal chandelier. Is it not good to use so many natural crystals for decoration? If it falls down, wouldn’t it be enough to kill people?

Wang Siming was thinking randomly and looked around. He couldn't move. The range of neck movement was limited to 45 degrees left and right, but this was enough for him to see a lot of things. Obviously, the current location is Yi's hospital, and it is Yi's very rich hospital. Because he saw a shelf with a hanging bottle for infusion, why did he need to be gilded? Could it be that the owner here has money and no place to spend it, and his brain is burned?

In short, it should not be heaven, it should be saved.

Wang Siming couldn't help but smile bitterly. It seemed that his life was really great. He didn't die again and again. He fell into the hands of terrorists and thought he was dead, but he didn't die. When the truck exploded, he thought he was dead, but he still didn't die. The whirlwind tornado was terrible. Chengdu said that if he survived the disaster, he would have good fortune. I really don't know where the blessings were. If he could specify it, it would be better to be filial to me.

But the person Wang Siming wanted to see the most now was not Xiaomin. He was eager to know Ajiu's situation.

The body was filled with needles, the neck was fixed by a fixture, and a tube was inserted into the mouth. When he moved his head a little, he could see that his chest and abdomen were covered with bandages. Wang Siming wanted to move, but he couldn't move, and he couldn't speak. When he was worried about what to do, suddenly a bearded doctor-like man walked in, and two nurses were following him.

The bearded man opened Wang Siming's eyelids and checked, nodded, and signaled to the nurse behind him. Two nurses came over and helped him pull out the tube in his mouth. Wang Siming retching, and the tube was placed in his stomach. After pulling it out, the stomach was turbulent.

"Don't move around. If you have a cervical vertebra, you may have to undergo a new surgery. Overall, you are not in danger of life. Most of them are skin trauma and fractures, plus excessive blood loss, and some concussions. You will have a very big life." The bearded man said in English and was very standard. Seeing that Wang Siming was a little stunned, the bearded man tried again: "Do you understand?"

"I can understand" the feeling of dry retching has finally decreased a little. Wang Siming immediately asked: "Where is my companion, is he okay?"

"You mean the person you sent with?"

"Yes, right, is he okay?"

"This" the bearded man shook his head and said, "I'm sorry, he died when he sent it here."

"What?!" Wang Siming jumped up suddenly, and immediately his bones seemed to be disintegrating, but he ignored it and grabbed the doctor's white robe: "I don't believe it. I've survived. How could he die? He can't die!"

"Oh, calm down, are you afraid of your life?" Big Hu Si and the two nurses got up and pressed Wang Siming to the bed. Wang Siming had no strength to struggle, but he still stared at the bearded doctor. The bearded doctor was stared nervously and sighed, "I can understand your mood very much, but you have to understand that as long as you are a human, there is no such thing as the impossible to die. People will die. Your companion has really passed away. We have no reason to save you and not save him, right?"

It’s not that Wang Siming didn’t understand this truth, but it was difficult for him to accept it. After a while, he asked, “Where is he? Let me see him.”

"Uh, I'm sorry, the Middle East syndrome has been on the rise again recently, so there are regulations now that it's a pity that the corpse must be cremated,"

"You, you" Wang Siming wanted to question him loudly, but he couldn't blame him when facing the person who had just saved his life, after all, he did nothing wrong.

The bearded doctor was also a little embarrassed and laughed dryly, saying, "This is Dubai, the Red Cross Society sent you here. Since you are awake, please do a registration. Do we need us to contact the embassy for you?"

Wang Siming nodded unconsciously as if he had lost his soul, and his mind was filled with Ajiu's appearance before he completely lost consciousness. He clearly remembered that when he finally fell, Ajiu flipped it and put it underneath.

If he hadn't saved me, he wouldn't have died. Wang Siming couldn't help but cry, flowed down his cheeks, soaking the gauze.

The wound hurts even more. To be continued.
Chapter completed!