Zhuo Yifan frowned. He really couldn't imagine that an ordinary city would be like this after it fell into the hands of terrorists. Although he felt sympathy in his heart, he understood that even if he wanted to help, he couldn't.
Why are you so busy? The problem of terrorists cannot be solved by him alone.
Remembering his purpose, Zhuo Yifan began to search for Abdullah within the city of Qayim. Although he was looking for a needle in a haystack, he still hoped to find a clue.
But he soon discovered that if he kept searching, it would be impossible to find Abdullah without using other means. In the end, he could only choose to really enter the city and pry open those
The terrorist's mouth, hoping to ask for information related to Abdullah.
Sporadic gunshots could be heard in the distance from time to time. The battle between government troops and terrorists never stopped. Although the status quo could not be changed, the battle continued.
In such an environment, most terrorists are divided into multiple teams to operate. It is not difficult for Zhuo Yifan to find suitable targets for questioning.
Soon, he found two heavily armed terrorists resting in an armored vehicle in front of a residential house in a corner of the city.
Seeing a stranger suddenly appear, he was also a young man with a Chinese face. Although the two terrorists were wearing black hoods, their eyes still showed surprise, and they immediately jumped out of the armored vehicle.
"Stop, who are you?" One of the terrorists immediately shouted at Zhuo Yifan. He spoke Arabic, but fortunately Zhuo Yifan could speak a little more.
But another terrorist saw something was wrong, raised the submachine gun in his hand, and planned to fire a bunch of bullets at Zhuo Yifan.
How could Zhuo Yifan give him a chance to pull the trigger? When the terrorist tried to pull the trigger, he found that the gun in his hand did not respond for a long time, so he immediately lowered his head to check. Only then did he realize that the gun he used to pull the trigger
The trigger finger disappeared without knowing when. A heartbreaking pain immediately passed through the finger, causing the terrorist to scream immediately.
Zhuo Yifan's movements were so fast that the terrorist did not feel any pain when his finger was broken.
Seeing his companion's fingers suddenly cut off, his whole palm bleeding profusely, and his gun dropped directly to the ground, the other terrorist immediately realized what was happening, widened his eyes, and prepared to shoot at Zhuo Yifan
.
Immediately afterwards, there was another burst of miserable wailing. The entire palm of the other terrorist's grip was cut off in an instant and fell directly to the ground. The wound was bleeding profusely, and the pain made him almost faint.
Die.
"It's too noisy!" Zhuo Yifan impatiently tapped the arms of the two terrorists, helping them temporarily stop the pain. At the same time, it also made them lose the ability to move, and their limbs became numb.
It seemed that he was completely disobedient and gradually became numb.
The terrorists, whose legs were weak, both fell to the ground, looking at Zhuo Yifan with fear in their eyes, as if they were looking at an evil ghost who had just climbed out of hell.
"Don't look at me like that. Compared to the punishment you give to other innocent people, my punishment for you is more than enough!" Zhuo Yifan snorted coldly and said also in Arabic.