In Syria, Xiaochen and the middle-aged Asians had seven or eight other people. They walked into the small building opposite the sun, and then followed the wooden floor to the second floor.

"Sit as you like!"

After everyone came to the living room on the second floor, the middle-aged Asian man greeted Xiaochen with a smile.

"Where is the person?!" Xiao Chen asked.

"Sit for a while, I'll go to the next room and inform me!" said the middle-aged Asian man pointing to the door.

"Okay!" Xiao Chen sat on the sofa, instinctively looked up and glanced at the furnishings in the house, and then nodded politely.

After saying that, the middle-aged Asian Asian walked into the room that was separated by a corridor from the living room and closed the door.

There were three people in the room, one woman and two men, not very old. Although they were all Asian, they were different from the Han people and looked very similar to ethnic minorities.

"Where are your people?" asked the middle-aged Asian man.

"It will be there in about two or three minutes!" The person who spoke was the minority girl who was only twenty-six years old. She spoke fluently in Chinese and had no communication barriers with Asian middle-aged people.

"Bang!"

After hearing this, the middle-aged Asian nodded, then took out his cell phone, dialed a number directly, and quickly explained a few words.

...

Less than a kilometer away, heading to the second floor.

Fan Yu took the satellite phone and dialed the waiter's cell phone.

"Hello?!"

"...The person has arrived, one!" Fan Yu went straight to the point.

"One?!How could one be one?!" The waiter replied in a daze: "Hasn't they worked with this middleman twice?!"

"...In this place, I'm doing a head-lost business!" Fan Yu frowned and replied, "Everyone pays money but doesn't care about it. When we meet suddenly, who doesn't keep a move?!"

"…!" The waiter was silent after hearing this.

"What should I do?! After a long time, Xiao Chen who showed up must have doubted it!" Fan Yu asked simply: "Do not do it?"

"These three people have been doing things together since a few years ago!" The waiter paused and responded: "I guess that Xiaochen has appeared, and those two must be nearby too!"

"Then do it?" Fan Yu asked.

"There are no fixed places for this group of people, so it is too difficult to transfer it out!" Xiao Er turned around and replied, "Forget it, don't wait! If you do this, control the Xiaochen who showed up first and use him to adjust the other two. If those two are also there, just do it together! If you don't, just put together Xiaochen alone, it's OK!"

"Catch the living ones?" Fan Yu asked again.

"No need!!" Xiao Er's eyes were too long and he replied simply.

"Dudu!"

When Fan Yu heard this, she hung up her phone directly and immediately replied to the Asian middle-aged man.

...

On the second floor.

Xiao Chen sat on the sofa, lowered his head and glanced at his watch, then frowned slightly, and asked with a smile: "Hehe, call me, it's been so long?"

A Middle Eastern man sitting opposite Xiaochen raised his head and replied in a murmur manner, but Xiaochen understood English but could not understand the local language, so the two could not communicate at all.

"brush!"

Xiaochen stood up, then pointed to the room where the Asian middle-aged man went with one hand, meaning: "I'll talk to him!"

"Hulala!"

Xiao Chen stood up, and all three or four people in the room stood up.

"...What the hell are you doing!" Xiao Chen frowned and glanced at everyone, then stood there sensibly, because there was a hindrance in language communication, and if he had excessive reactions, it might lead to misunderstandings.

In another room.

"You guys fuck him!" The middle-aged Asian man said to a woman.

“*&&%…!”

The woman turned her head, opened her mouth and said a few authentic Uyghur words to her companions, and then everyone walked out.

...

One and a half minutes ago, outside the second floor.

The Buddha stood at the entrance of the alley on the street, hugged his shoulders, chewing gum in his mouth and cursed: "It's so fucking cold!"

"Are you from the Northeast?" Yang heard the words of the Buddha on the intercom, looking around and chatting, "When we were in the rain village of Myanmar, at least five or six of the ten buddies were from the Northeast... At that time... Jun'er and the others took a bath and pumped water from the bottom of the well... and then stood next to the water pipe... for half an hour... I was fucking cool...!"

"You know, people in Northeast China are not afraid of hard and cold, they are afraid of coldness... We have heating everywhere in winter..." The Buddha was idle and opened his mouth to popularize the folk customs of Northeast China for Xiaochen.

"Oh, wait!"

Yang suddenly shouted, his eyes stopped on the street to the left.

"What's wrong?!"

"Two cars are coming here!" Yang said simply.

"Is it ours here?!" The Buddha has been in the Middle East for four or five years and has sufficient experience, so when he heard Yang's words, he didn't talk about it.

“Slow down!”

Yang paused for a moment, then quickly glanced into the other party's two cars with the monocular sight on the gun.

"Did you see it?" asked the Buddha again.

Yang continuously adjusted the angle of the scope, and then saw that the two cars were all filled with people, and they were all lowering their heads to sort out the guns in their hands!!

“…What’s the situation?!”

"Things are not right!" Yang saw the two cars approaching his direction, and after continuously slowing down, he immediately said in the intercom system: "You change it, hurry up!! Now!"

"brush!"

After hearing Yang's words, the Buddha immediately stepped out of the alley, then glanced around, walked directly to the bottom of the second floor where Xiaochen was, and hid sideways at the door.

"Bang!"

In less than two seconds, an infrared sight was installed on the roof of the third floor, and then the muzzle was directly aimed at the second floor.

At this moment, in the living room on the second floor, Xiao Chen stood there, frowned and looked at the people in the room.

"Bang!"

The door of the room opposite was pushed open, and the two Uyghur-speaking ethnic minority youths in the room stepped out.

"…!" Xiao Chen was stunned when he saw that the Asian young man had not come out.

"Pai"!

The Yang on the third floor opposite directly shook Xiaochen's eyes with infrared light twice. The speed was extremely fast and the flash was gone, so the people in the house facing the window did not see it, and the two newly emerged ethnic minority men had just walked out of the inner room and did not notice it.

"...Haha, what's going on with Brother Yin?" After Xiao Chen was shaken, he walked forward while carrying his hands and gestured a gun!

"Crack, squeak!"

Two SUVs below the second floor were stagnant on the side of the road, and then Fan Yu took six or seven people and stepped out of the car.

"Big Buddha, don't move first!" Yang quickly shouted in the intercom system.

"Xiaochen, can you get out of the fuck?" The Buddha saw that the two cars were stagnant and six or seven people got off, and his forehead was sweating in an instant.

"I did it!!"

Yang curled his lips and then lay on the roof of the third floor, directly put on the svd sniper, and quickly swept the gun through the window into the second floor room.

0.1 second later!

"Kang!!!"

A dull gunshot sounded.

"Gudong!"

In the living room on the second floor, the Middle Eastern man standing two times opposite Xiaochen, broke and fell to the ground on the spot!

"Kang!"

Yang followed closely behind the second shot, and the lights in the house instantly went out!

"Bang!"

Xiao Chen bent down and squatted directly behind the sofa, pulled out the gun with his right hand, took out the intercom headset from the mouth of the military boots with his left hand, stuffed it into his ears, and asked quickly, "Where am I going?"

"Window!" Yang replied simply.

"There are people outside!!! Clogging outside!"
Chapter completed!