It must be said that the sudden appearance of an additional accomplice can have a very good deterrent effect.
Although U.S. law stipulates that guns are not allowed in public places, there is no guarantee that a passenger will bring a gun into the car in an awkward manner, and there is no guarantee that he will not be ready to fight against the jihadists in front of him.
But the sudden appearance of one more person can very well deter the passengers who are ready to make a move. After all, no one knows if there is an extra third person, whether a fourth or fifth person will emerge.
The passengers in the car screamed in shock, and looked at the passengers sitting next to them with strange looks.
Witnessing all this, Feilun felt deep in his heart and thought to himself: Let's see what these guys want to do first. Otherwise, if you rush forward rashly, even if you do good things, you will probably be killed by those guys with bad intentions from the NSA and CIA.
He was detained for ten and a half days and interrogated.
Of course, Phelan could sneak away afterwards. Anyway, the ID he registered when buying the ticket was a "borrowed" certificate from someone else. If the NSA and CIA wanted to trace it, it would be impossible to find any trace of him. However, since he could slip away,
Why does he need to do good deeds to save people? Besides him, there is no Chinese in the car. Even he himself is wearing white skin now.
That being the case, it's none of his business to kill some foreign devils. Faerun never thinks of himself as a superhero. He should leave such a great thing as saving people to others!
After making up his mind, Feren ignored the Slavic man, pretended to be scared, turned his head to one side, and stared out the window at the deserted desert.
The Slav obviously had a better impression of white people than black people. He smiled softly and said to the remaining four black people: "Get the fuck down on the left seat, one on top of another, quick!"
Under the threat of the Slavs really daring to kill people, the niggas dared not speak out, so they could only throw themselves down on the two-person seat like a stack of arhats. The four of them stacked up on top of each other, like pork, which was quite interesting.
At the same time, the Arab holding a double micro-charger had basically controlled the situation in the middle seat of the bus. However, seeing that several passengers still looked like they were ready to move, he raised his voice and asked in broken English: "Hey,
How many were killed later?"
As soon as these words came out, all the passengers in the car changed their expressions. But the Slavic man said without hesitation: "Kill these two who are both noisy and blind."
The Arab smiled when he heard this and said to everyone in the car: "Look, I advise everyone to stay calm and don't do anything that will make your family sad!"
As soon as he finished speaking, the few impulsive young male passengers suddenly lost their temper and had to sit back in their seats, waiting for the opportunity.
At this time, in the driving seat at the front of the bus, the Kurdish passenger who was moving at the same time as the Slavs had already put his gun on the bald driver's head: "Don't move, don't take your hands off the steering wheel, don't try to press the siren."
, slowly reduce the speed to about 50 kilometers!"
The bald driver also heard what the Slavs said at this time and knew that these robbers were not vegetarians and had the courage to kill people, so he did not dare to compete and obeyed.
Just when the car was slowing down, the Kurd put the muzzle of the gun in the middle of the driver's head and pulled the trigger of the silenced gun mercilessly.
"Duh!"
After a muffled sound, the bald driver stared and then became silent. However, the Kurd took his time and took out a piece of gauze from his butt pocket, plugged the bloody hole on the bald driver's head, and then removed him.
He grabbed the steering wheel with both hands, pushed it to the floor, and sat in the driver's seat.
When many passengers saw this scene, they were shocked into silence, and even a few female passengers who couldn't be shaken started to cry.
At this time, a female passenger with sickly fair skin stood up, raised her hand and slapped the face of her neighbor who was crying happily, scolding: "Shut up!" She also took out a handful from her bag.
The lady's pistol was pressed against the female passenger's forehead, "If you cry again, I'll kill you with one shot!"
scare--
All the passengers in the car were shocked. Could this woman also be a robber?
Just when the passengers were in shock, as they expected, the Arab smiled at the fair-skinned woman and said, "Well done!"
The passengers were frightened when they heard this, and looked at their neighbors in front, back, left, and right with even more distrust.
After the bus drove forward for a while, a larger desert appeared on both sides of the road. On the endless Gobi desert, only a solitary anti-aircraft artillery billboard could be seen.
Feilun sat obediently in the last row and pretended to be cowardly, but with his eyes wide open, he found a guy outside the car standing by the iron fence waving at the bus. The so-called iron fence is the fence used to separate the desert from the highway, which can be used along the way.
I saw that there was a man standing there out of nowhere, trying not to attract Faerun's attention.
Could it be that the robbers were planning to drive the car into the desert?
As soon as this thought flashed through Fearon's mind, the front of the bus began to turn. At the same time, the guy standing by the iron fence in the distance picked up a pair of pliers for pruning flowers and plants from the ground and cut the iron fence smoothly.
Perhaps because preparations had been made before, the originally relatively strong iron net was cut into a five-meter-wide gap in a few seconds, which was enough for the bus to pass. After the guy cut the gap, he immediately lifted the tongs upside down.
He quickly arrived near a plant, picked up a small motorcycle from the sand behind him, started it, and rode towards the depths of the desert.
So, the bus roared into the desert amidst the screams of the passengers. Coincidentally, there were no other vehicles on the road at this time, so it was really unnoticed!
When a car came from behind, all we could see was a cloud of smoke in the distance and the bus couldn't be seen clearly. As for the cut iron fence on the roadside, no one cared at all, because in the eyes of the people on the passing car, who would have enough to eat?
Are you so scared that you drive your car into the desert for a walk? It’s very easy to get lost... In addition, there are no base stations in the desert, so you can’t find mobile phone signals at all. Once you get lost, the consequences are obvious. Who would joke with your life?
ah!
But it happened so quietly. A whole car, dozens of people, were hijacked by jihadists and taken to the depths of the desert. No one could predict what would be waiting for them next...
As the bus drove deeper and deeper into the desert, the passengers gradually became restless, but after the Arab fired a round of bullets at the ceiling, everyone had to keep their mouths shut.
Feilun counted the time silently in his mind. The bus ran wildly in the desert at a speed of about fifty kilometers per hour for nearly two hours before it gradually slowed down. During the journey, it actually started to rain heavily. This was originally very rare in the desert area where rainfall is sparse.
But the rain also washed away all the car marks and so on.
The rain came and went quickly, and it only lasted for about twenty minutes at most. By the time the bus stopped in the empty Gobi Desert, the sun was already shining brightly in the blue sky.
"Get off the car, get off the car...get the fuck off the car!"
Under the threat of gunpoint, the passengers had to get off the bus obediently and gathered in a Gobi desert.
Feilun was naturally among them. He saw a fair-skinned woman who was one of the robbers opening the hood of the bus and going through her luggage. He guessed that the other party was trying to find a recording device and shoot a video to threaten the state or Washington.
Sure enough, Feilun guessed half of it right. The fair-skinned woman did bring a handheld video recorder, but she also had three AKs hanging on her body. When she got closer, she gave one AK to each of the Slavs and Kurds, and the last one
The branch was thrown to the guy who was cutting the iron net and riding the motorcycle. As for the Arab holding a micro-punch, there was no need for it at all.
The jihadists were emboldened by the sudden increase in firepower, while the unarmed passengers gasped.
What do these guys want to do? Every passenger became uneasy.
"Da da da……"
The Kurds raised the muzzle of their AK and fired a hail of bullets, which shocked all the passengers: "Listen up, men on the left and women on the right, separate into two groups, hurry up!"
Although they were unwilling to do so, the passengers had to act quickly and were divided into two groups: men and women.
At this time, the guy who was cutting the iron fence wiped his wet hair, came in front of everyone with an AK, and said loudly: "I am not racist, but I still have to say, all white male passengers, please stand up for me."
Get out of the crowd of women!"
As soon as these words came out, all the black passengers were filled with indignation, and many black female passengers even showed hatred on their faces. However, facing the murderous jihadists, they were unarmed and had no way to resist, so they could only obey the arrangements obediently.
Soon, the two groups of people were separated. The guys who cut the iron fence and the Kurds drove a dozen black male passengers to an open space on one side. After they took out their towels in turn, they covered their heads and faces tightly, leaving only the back of their eyes exposed.
, the Kurd snapped his fingers at the fair-skinned woman and said: "Start recording!"
The fair-skinned woman then turned on the camera and pointed it at the masked Kurd and the guy cutting the iron fence. The Kurd came to the camera and said sullenly: "All California government officials, please listen carefully. This is for you."
Before September 5th, release..."
Ferran didn't listen carefully to the long list of Arabic names that followed, and he didn't bother to listen, but now he finally figured out the intentions of these guys, and all that was left was to find an opportunity to escape alone. As for the life and death of other people, it was up to him.
It would be a headache to go to the state capital or Washington.
At this moment, the sound of AK gunshots suddenly sounded, breaking the silence on the Gobi Desert.
"Da da da... da da da..."
The Kurds who made their demands to the camera and the men cutting the iron fence opened fire without warning, mowing down the black male passengers to the ground.
"ah--"
"Wuwuwu...this isn't true, it's not true..."
"Oh, my god!"
When the other group of passengers saw this scene, they made all kinds of strange noises and exclamations. Everyone had a feeling of sadness spreading in their hearts...
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