Liu Handong's passport already had visas for major Middle Eastern countries such as Qatar, the United Arab Emirates, and Saudi Arabia. There was no problem in going abroad. As soon as he got on the plane, he put on an eye mask and started to rest. The plane headed west, stopping in Doha, and flew for more than ten hours.
Finally arrived in Dubai.
The legendary most luxurious city in the world was built on the southern shore of the Arabian Gulf. Looking down from an airplane, the entire city is as breathtaking as a movie special effect. There are many high-rise buildings, overpasses and highways extending in all directions. The only thing missing is green. After all, here
Twenty years ago it was just a desert.
The customs clearance was very smooth. Although there were no Chinese signs at the airport, Liu Handong's English and Arabic skills were enough to handle everything. When he walked out of the airport with his travel bag, a heat wave rolled in and hit him with a temperature of 40 degrees Celsius.
Above five degrees, exposed skin feels hot. The high temperature causes the air on the ground to expand and rise, causing the scenery to become distorted and look unreal.
Liu Handong took a taxi. Taxis in Dubai are as high-end as police cars. The lowest ones are BMWs and Mercedes-Benzes. The roads are full of luxury cars. Middle Eastern oil tyrants like top-notch sports cars and off-road vehicles. Aston Martins and Maseratis are simply expensive.
If you don’t take action, at least it would have to be a Bugatti Veyron or something like that to temporarily attract others’ attention.
The company booked him the Armani Hotel in the Burj Khalifa. The famous Burj Khalifa is 828 meters high and has 160 floors. The Armani Hotel occupies 11 of the floors. After Liu Handong checked in,
Walking towards the elevator, there happened to be an elevator that had just closed, while other elevators were running above the 30th floor. He quickly stepped forward, pressed the button, and the elevator door slowly opened.
There were five people in the elevator, two of them were wearing white Arab robes and white headscarves. The older one was about forty years old, handsome, with a beard, and a pair of wise eyes. The younger one was only sixteen or seventeen years old, as if
He seemed to be cast in the mold of his father. In addition to the father and son, there were three other bodyguards. They were tall and strong, wearing suits, with badges on their collars, air earphones, and sharp eyes. One of them stretched out his hand to stop Liu Handong, preventing him from letting him go.
Entering the elevator, the other two people looked at each other intently, with their hands folded on their crotches.
Liu Handong is not a stupid young man who doesn't know the depth of things. He can't offend the local oil tyrants, but the hotel is a public place. You are definitely not the ruler of Dubai. What's the point? He smiled and said in English: "I can come in."
What?"
"NO." The bodyguard replied stiffly.
"Come in, there's room for it," said the older Arab oil tycoon. His English was very good and he had an authentic Oxford accent.
The bodyguard got out of the way, Liu Handong walked into the elevator, said thank you, and then said to the bodyguard standing by the floor button: "Thirty-eighth floor, thank you." This time he said it in Arabic.
The bodyguard shrugged and pressed the floor button for him.
The young oil tyrant struck up a conversation and said, "Korea?"
Liu Handong was stunned for a moment, and then realized that he had been mistaken for a Korean.
"Chinese, I'm from China." Liu Handong said.
"But you look like a Korean movie star." The young oil tyrant's English was even more fluent than his father's.
Liu Handong smiled and said nothing. He faced the elevator door and counted the floors. The display showed rapid changes. The Burj Khalifa used high-speed elevators. The thirty-plus floors were quickly reached. On the thirty-eighth floor, Liu Handong got off the elevator. The oil tycoon and the bodyguards
Continuing up, the 39th floor is the highest floor of the Armani Hotel, and they live above Liu Handong.
The company booked a fountain suite. You can see the famous Dubai Fountain from the room, but after all, it is only on the 38th floor, so you can't see it in the distance. The room is beautifully decorated, and the beautiful scenery outside the floor-to-ceiling windows is refreshing. Liu Handong took a shower
He took a shower and caught up on his sleep. When he woke up, it was already dark. Outside the window was the brilliant night view of Dubai. He stretched out, took out his mobile phone to take pictures, and was about to post a Weibo post. Suddenly he felt something was wrong, and he looked up.
Look, there is someone hanging on a wire rope on the 40th floor diagonally above. He is dressed in black, which is extremely weird.
Liu Handong witnessed the man in black quickly sliding to the 39th floor, taking out tools and starting to cut the glass.
Seeing the live agents in action, Liu Handong swallowed and adrenaline began to secrete. He immediately thought of the oil tyrants and his son who lived on the 39th floor. Normally, they shouldn't meddle in other people's business, but the oil tyrants and his son were polite.
The gentleman's style left a good impression on him. Whether to take action or not, he made the decision almost instantly.
When the road is unfair, he roars and takes action when it's time to take action. I'm new to the Middle East. Let's open this Gada today. Liu Handong hurriedly put on his clothes and took the room card and went out. He didn't take the elevator and took the fire escape stairs to the 39th floor. The sound of rapid footsteps
There was a sound in the stairwell, and after the heavy fire door was pushed open, a pistol was pressed against Liu Handong's forehead.
He's the oil tycoon's bodyguard, and he wears that little standard badge on his collar.
Liu Handong recognized it as a Beretta M9 pistol, a double-action pistol, which means that even though the hammer was not raised, as long as there was a bullet in the chamber, the opponent could pull the trigger and kill him.
"Someone wants to assassinate your boss." Liu Handong said in Arabic, "They came down from upstairs and entered the room through the window."
The bodyguard looked suspicious and spoke into the miniature microphone on his collar: "No. 1, an Asian broke in. Got it." After saying that, he raised his thumb to open the pistol safety.
Liu Handong secretly thought that something was wrong. This guy was slow to react. Instead of saving the savior, he became suspicious of himself. He grabbed the barrel of the gun and twisted it to the side. At the same time, he kicked the bodyguard several meters away with a side kick and rushed towards the room with the pistol.
, the corridor covered with thick carpet absorbs the footsteps without making any sound.
Suddenly the elevator door opened with a ding, and three bodyguards rushed out, carrying two pistols and an MP5K submachine gun. The black muzzles were pointed directly at Liu Handong. There were two pairs of shocked eyes in the elevator. It turned out that the oil tyrant and his son were not in the room.
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Liu Handong raised his hands and surrendered. He had a short training period in Arabic, so he was not very good at speaking. He was not as clear as he could express himself in English. Before he could finish speaking, the bodyguards pushed him down, put the muzzle of the gun on his head, and tied his hands.
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The middle-aged oil tycoon ordered the bodyguard to open the door. A burly bodyguard carefully opened the door with the key card and quickly stepped aside. The other bodyguard took off his suit, revealing the bulletproof vest he was wearing. He hunched over and rushed in with a submachine gun.
, followed closely by the one with the pistol.
The young oil tyrant became nervous, but his father remained extremely calm. The search ended quickly, and the bodyguard confirmed that the room was safe, that no one had broken into the room, and that the windows were all intact.
Liu Handong's head got bigger. He remembered that this was the room where the man in black entered. Did he see it wrong? Just when he was about to defend himself, the middle-aged oil tycoon glanced at him and made a gesture of slitting his neck to the bodyguard.
The bodyguard glanced at the camera above the corridor and escorted Liu Handong to the elevator, probably intending to take him outside for execution.
Liu Handong is so depressed. He acted bravely and was treated as a killer. Where can he go to reason with him? There is no chance of resisting. His hands are tied. All the bodyguards are tall and have guns. Could it be that he died in Dubai?
Damn it, the script shouldn't be written like this.
The oil tyrants and his son entered the room, and the elevator door slowly closed. Liu Handong was sandwiched between two strong Arab men, and they went all the way down to the parking lot and got into a silver Land Rover off-road vehicle. He had been looking for opportunities to escape, but the other party was very experienced.
, without any flaws.
Liu Handong was dragged to the outskirts of Dubai, where the sea breeze was rustling and the moonlight was a desolate desert.
"Kneel down," the bodyguard said, the gun in his hand flashing.
Liu Handong was unwilling to die on his knees and stood proudly. Suddenly someone kicked him in the crook of his leg, and he knelt down involuntarily. He didn't have eyes behind him, but he could guess that the gun was aimed at the back of his head. With just a flick of his finger, he could kill himself.
He became a lonely ghost on the outskirts of Dubai.
This way of death is really a different kind of torture.
Suddenly, the cell phone rang. The bodyguard lowered his gun, answered the phone, immediately put down his gun, and escorted Liu Handong back to the car.
Liu Handong was covered in cold sweat. He was not going to die for the time being. He was probably going to be tortured for a long time. Once his identity was proven, he would have to die with half his life.
Half an hour later, Liu Handong was taken to the Burj Al Arab Hotel on the seaside, which is another legendary landmark building in Dubai and a seven-star luxury hotel. In a luxurious suite, he met the oil bully and his son again.
"Thank you, Chinese friend." The middle-aged oil tycoon said lightly with the respect of a superior, as if he had no intention of apologizing to Liu Handong.
Liu Handong snorted coldly.
The oil tycoon clapped his hands, and the bodyguard opened a lockbox, which contained neatly brand-new U.S. dollars.
"This is my thanks. God bless you, Chinese friend." Youba smiled lightly and walked away with his son.
"You owe me an apology, a formal apology." Liu Handong said in English.
Oil Pa turned around, smiled gracefully, said nothing, and left.
"Fuck!" Liu Handong was so angry that he was almost shot to death like a dog. Can you just give him some money? It's so disrespectful. Wait, let me see how much money is there first.
The bodyguard said: "Your luggage has been brought. You can stay in this suite indefinitely. I wish you a good sleep. Goodbye."
"Wait a minute, what's going on?" Liu Handong asked, but the other party didn't seem interested in communicating with him and left in a hurry.
They also brought the travel bag that was left at the Armani Hotel. This group of people has a lot of energy. Liu Handong is still a little scared when he thinks about it carefully. There are so many rich people in the Middle East, hiding dragons and crouching tigers. He has overestimated himself. He should be careful in the future and stay out of other people's business.
There were not many U.S. dollars in the lockbox, only twenty wads, each wad containing one hundred new U.S. dollars with a denomination of 100 yuan. On the blue-grey banknotes, Franklin pursed his lips and looked at Liu Handong expressionlessly.
"Still somewhat conscientious." Liu Handong muttered, closing the lockbox, and suddenly remembered that he forgot to ask the oil tycoon his surname.