Chapter 45 (1/2)

”Food, yours.”

That's worse English than some Oriental.

The terrorist with a veil on his face and AK47 on his chest laid a plate of muddy soup and a piece of dark bread on the table in the room. Scoffed at the white man squatting in the corner of the wall, turned and slammed the door.

After he saw the man leave, Roberts moved weakly, then quickly moved to the edge of the table and grabbed the bread as hard as a stone.

His curly golden hair was a little greasy, and his face was almost waxy yellow, but his eyes were still clear. Even if there was soup in front of him that he didn't know what ingredient was, and what he held in his hand was bread that could hardly be chewed, he did not show any expression of depression.

He chewed it so fine that he could hardly swallow his food.

But he also knows that only in this way can he maximize his energy and save his physical strength, so that when the time comes, he can seize the opportunity to escape.

The expression on Roberts's face was very relaxed, and he did not show any fear or other emotions, even though there was a pig killing howl from the hapless reporter who squatted next door yesterday.

You don't have to think about it. That man was definitely dragged to make a horror movie about cutting his throat. After all, most ZFS will never compromise with terrorist organizations and pay ransom for hostages. Maybe he'll see the hapless guy again on Facebook in two days, in the video situation... If he's going back to the Internet alive.

This is not the first time Roberts has faced such a dangerous situation. He was kidnapped by guerrillas in Kuwait before, and he was almost wiped his neck. Fortunately, after Blackwater international got the money, it did something to save him from danger by cooperating with the U.S. Marine Corps.

Although he is an American citizen and what he has done in the past few years is in the national interest, his smuggling of crude oil from Iran in the past two years has been watched by the FBI. It is said that special agents are collecting evidence in this regard, but it is obviously not tense. It is very likely that the informant's sudden betrayal is the FBI's ghost trick of using the knife to kill people. Then how could the US military send someone to rescue him?

Barton's bald man was very timid. He was afraid that the FBI would knock him a few times. The goods would join the witness protection program and sell his old friend directly.

Roberts is not too angry about this. He has seen a lot of betrayal. This time, if he's planted here, it's lucky for bud's bald man. If he's back in Los Angeles alive... Hum.

There was a grim smile on Roberts' face.

Of course, it's nonsense to say that now, after all, the probability of his survival is a little slim. Nick, though trustworthy, is a good fighter. But he's just a man, and it's unrealistic to deal with a group of armed terrorists.

What's more, the rescue of hostages requires a quick decision.

Shaking his head ironically, Roberts chewed off the last bit of bread and lay back in bed.

His intuition told him that he would be OK this time. His intuition saved his life more than once, so he believed his intuition and didn't give up hope of survival...

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after getting off the plane, Jiang Chen stepped on the ground of Bagdad International Airport.

The city, which is full of religious atmosphere, is not in dire straits as depicted in the news broadcast, at least near the airport.

The scars of the war on this exotic city have been gradually restored by time, and the foreign tourists who come and go at the airport seem to confirm this. Of course, he also knows that such prosperity has limitations.

Is has already occupied half of the northern part of Iraq. Even though the sky in Baghdad is still clear, it will not be long before it will be filled with smoke again.

Jiang Chen, wearing sunglasses, stood at the gate of the airport for a while, then took out his mobile phone and inquired about Google maps, and soon found the place where Nick and he had agreed to meet.

Just as he was about to stop a taxi, an unlicensed car stopped in front of him.

”Do you need taxi service, sir?”

Is it Chinese? It's not smooth though.

”Sure, you can speak Chinese?” Jiang Chen slightly surprised, hesitated for a moment, then opened the door.

”Because I often look for jobs near your oil wells, such as transporting employees from PetroChina. After a long time, I have learned Chinese. ” The young man grinned, showed his white teeth, and skillfully started the car. ”My name is Issa. How about you, sir?”

”Jiang Chen, go to this location on the map.” Jiang Chen directly points out the location on the mobile phone map to Isa.

”OK.”

Looking at the changing Street View on both sides, Jiang Chen chatted with the taxi driver who seemed to be about his age. I heard a lot of interesting things.”Sir, if you're here for a tour, I'd recommend some cities in the south to have a good time. Don't go north. The town of hadiser is almost occupied. It may not be long before even Baghdad is safe. ”

”Oh? It seems that you know a lot about it. How long have you been in this business? ” Jiang Chen asked with a smile.

”Nearly six years ago, after I retired from the army, I almost began to work in the taxi industry, and also worked as a tour guide for a period of time.” Issa grinned.

”Have you ever been a soldier? I don't feel like you're older than me Jiang Chen asked with some doubts.

”I joined the army at the age of 12. In your words, it should be called the Iraq war.” Issa shrugged indifferently and said, ”a farce that can't even be seen by the enemy will soon be over. I just felt like I was shot by SA dam and rushed to the front line to surrender. ”

Secretly, the young man's experience, but he did not go on this topic.

The car soon drove to the destination, and Jiang Chen also generously handed the $10 to him. Looking at the direction of the car leaving, Jiang Chen stretched out and began to look for Nick.

”This way.” At this time, a foreigner drinking coffee under the shed suddenly waved to Jiang Chen.

Jiang Chen sits directly opposite Nick. Before he could sit down, Nick spoke in a hurry.

”Are you alone?”

”That's right.” Jiang Chen picked up the empty cup on one side and filled himself with one.

It's bitter. It seems that it's pure Turkish coffee.

Jiang Chen took a sip and put it down. At this time, he noticed the slightly disappointed expression on Nick's face.