Chapter 2635 Strong Counterattack

Xibel Zhao Heng, who was leaning against a big tree, frowned slightly, and then identified that he was Sheila's father and one of Carlos's right-hand assistants. Zhao Heng turned his head and looked at the woods with the lights on. Sure enough, he saw a chubby guy standing in the parachute position to look around.

"Young Master, are you on it?"

Shibel exhaled a long breath, then raised a smile on his face and shouted loudly: "I am Shibel, Sheila's father, Prime Minister Carlos's aide. We have eliminated the enemy. When we hear the information, we know that you have fallen into this woods, and I will bring people to you in person."

"Young Master, are you here?"

Siber shouted again, and turned his head slightly and let someone shoot the parachute with a flashlight. He didn't see a figure and looked around carefully. Then he saw the poisonous snake that broke into two pieces on the ground. A faint smile appeared on the corner of his mouth: "Young Master, come out, I'll take you back."

Zhao Heng took out his cell phone and glanced at him, counted the time and remained silent. At this time, Xiber made his face solemn and shouted to his subordinates: "I suspect that Young Master Heng was kidnapped by the bandits. For Young Master Heng's safety, you shoot and shoot the bandits out."

When more than twenty people raised their guns, Siber spoke coldly: "When I came in, I didn't see Young Master Heng. There was another broken poisonous snake here. It was seen that the bandits had not left here yet. I shot me. Even if I accidentally injured Young Master Heng, I would still find the bandits to explain to the Prime Minister."

The muzzle spread out everywhere, ready to go.

"Mr. Siber, I'm here!"

Zhao Heng knew that the other party was shooting bullets in this round, and he was most likely to survive. He didn't believe Carlos or Shibel, but now he could only show up to seek a little vitality. He deliberately dragged one leg out of the bush: "I was bitten by a poisonous snake and fell into a coma just now."

In Siber's ecstatic eyes, Zhao Heng coughed lightly, spit out a small mouthful of blood, then slowly approached Siber and raised a bright smile: "I just woke up and heard your shouts. You came so timely, too timely."

"If you don't show up again, I'm afraid I'll die in this woods."

Seeing Zhao Heng looking exhausted and covered in blood, Shibel rubbed his hands happily, and then shouted: "Young Master Heng, you are still alive, it's so good, great! We are also worried that something happened to you. There are too many changes tonight. We are really afraid that something will happen to you."

Shibel patted his chest as if he had let go of his heart: "Think about it, if you have any problems, how can we explain to President Du? This will break the relationship between the two countries. We were nervous for a night, and now we are fine when we see you. It's really God's blessing."

He gritted his teeth with murderous intent on his face and said, "These scumbags!"

Zhao Heng smiled leisurely: "It's God's blessing!" Then, Zhao Heng's tone became more interesting: "I thought someone would come to the woods, and I thought that the French officials would send people to rescue him, but I didn't expect that you, the Prime Minister, would have no one around you? Let you, the Minister of Finance, take action?"

Siber's face was not filled with emotions. Seeing Zhao Heng's clear thinking and no suspicious people around him, he felt relieved and sighed: "The incident was a big deal tonight. The Prime Minister announced sudden anti-terrorism exercises in succession, which suppressed people's panic."

He also patted his chest, showing a harmless look: "Every department and local police are all operating all night long. There are many people under the Prime Minister, but few of them can be trusted. In fact, I know you are attacked and are scared to death."

"If something happens to you,,,"

He lowered his voice and laughed at himself: "We don't know how many people want to be buried with you."

Zhao Heng remained calm: "Is the president and the prime minister okay?"

Shibel replied clearly: "Not hurt."

Zhao Heng narrowed his eyes slightly, wiped the blood from the corners of his mouth and spoke lightly: "Unshot? That's really strange." Siber also understood Zhao Heng's words. If the president and the prime minister were both unscathed, who would dare to risk the furious French officials to assassinate three Chinese VIPs?

When Siber was subconsciously silent, Zhao Heng added softly: "Although this is not a downtown French city, it is also a famous attraction. There are a large number of enemies and heavy weapons hidden here, and the official support has not been delayed. How should the French official explain it?"

“Unexplainable.”

Shibel said directly: "This is our problem."

While Zhao Heng was silent, a militant said a few words in Xibel's ear, telling the whole forest that there was no one else. Xibel nodded, then looked at Zhao Heng and smiled: "Your Young Master Heng, let's go back. Your injury needs to be cured. I will give you an explanation for this matter tonight."

A light burst out in Siber's eyes, and then he turned his head to several close friends beside him: "Come here, please help Young Master Heng into an ambulance for treatment, and then we will take another road to leave here. Before Young Master Heng is completely safe, we must not disclose the news that Young Master Heng is still alive."

Four militants stepped forward: "Young Master, please!"

Zhao Heng glanced at Xibel, and a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth: "Thank you, Mr. Xibel! Thank you so much for your rescue tonight!" Then he flashed out his cell phone in his arms: "But I want to make a call and let Mr. Nan and the others know so that they won't worry about my safety."

"Bang!"

When Zhao Heng was about to click the call button, Shibel stepped forward and held his phone without giving Zhao Heng a chance to call. Then he squeezed out a warm smile and said, "Young Master Heng, there will be a French senior executive participating in the attack tonight. He will most likely monitor your phone."

"So don't contact us for the time being."

Siber spoke up: "Stop making any changes!"

Zhao Heng looked at the phone that was held tightly, and a smile flashed across his face: "Just make a phone call, what can you expose? If you are really worried that my phone will be locked, then Minister Shiber will just give you a cell phone. No matter how awesome the French senior executives cannot monitor everyone, right?"

Zhao Heng did not pull back the tightly held cell phone, but looked at Siber and smiled faintly: "What's the danger of leaving here after calling? Otherwise, lend me your phone number? Mr. Siber's cell phone must have a safe and secret line, give me thirty seconds."

"Young Master, time is tight!"

Xiber ignored Zhao Heng's request and his expression became solemn: "This is not the time to call. It's not too late to inform Nan Shao when we arrive at a safe place. Young Master Heng, please leave with us immediately. Don't let us be disrespectful or embarrass us,"

Shibel suddenly became righteous and spoke word by word: "For your safety, we will use all means. Even if Heng Shao is unhappy and does not understand, we must follow the highest safety standards and specifications, so please follow us immediately to leave here."

Zhao Heng directly let go of his cell phone, patted his clothes and spoke clearly: "Mr. Siber, I have to say hello to Mr. Nan and the others no matter what, so as not to worry about causing a vicious incident. If you don't let me call, I can only stay here and wait for the guard."

A light flashed in his eyes, and he looked at Shibel and said, "I have called the Chinese Embassy just now and asked them to send someone to pick me up here. I believe they will arrive in less than three minutes, so I am going to stay here and wait, and I believe I will come here soon."

"Since Young Master Heng is so uncooperative, Shibel can only offend him."

Siber's expression turned cold: "Come here, send Young Master Heng onto the car!"

"Thank you Mr. Shibel for your kindness!"

Just as the four militants approached Zhao Heng, another voice echoed over the woods. Then, more than fifty men in grass-green costumes appeared, holding submachine guns toward Siber and the others. Then, an elegant and humble old man in gray walked up from behind:

"From now on, we are responsible for Hengshao's safety!"

Siber didn't seem to have expected that someone would emerge, and he was still holding guns and ammunition. Although he was at a disadvantage, he still took a step forward and shouted: "Who are you? You dare to hold firearms illegally? Do you protect Heng Shao's safety, who gives you the power?"

Uncle Lu looked at Shibel and smiled: "We have obtained the authorization of the French president."

"Mr. Siber, you can check it at any time!"

When Uncle Lu handed him an instruction, Xibel's face suddenly became ugly, but he quickly returned to his calmness. He glanced at the president's authorization letter and squeezed out a smile and said: "It turns out that there is a few of his own guards, so Xibel will no longer be the thicker the substitute."

"Walk!"

In the expression of Lu Shuru's calmness, Xibel breathed a long breath, bowed slightly to Zhao Heng, and led more than 20 people to evacuate. Zhao Heng looked at Xibel and the others who were gradually getting away, and pointed his hand at a Du guard who understood it. The latter sent the submachine gun in his hand.

"Da da da da!"

Zhao Heng pulled the trigger violently, and the bullets penetrated into Siber's backs. Seven or eight people rushed forward in an instant, and when the rest turned to look at Zhao Heng, Zhao Heng pulled the trigger again, and another round of bullets poured out. The three of them died and fell to the ground on the spot.

Zhao Heng shouted: "Uncle Lu, kill them!"
Chapter completed!