Ye Qing's expression was serious, and he immediately called Wu Weiling back.
Far away in a foreign country, a comrade was in danger. It was fine if he didn't have the ability, but if he had the ability, he had to help.
The long waiting tone made Ye Qing feel that it would be automatically hung up when the call was finally connected.
It was a mess over there, and there was the voice of the woman who had just exclaimed.
"Where are you?" Ye Qing quickly asked, "I have asked someone to translate the local language on the phone just now. She said you are bleeding now."
A burst of local language came, and it was the woman just now. It seemed that she had answered the phone.
The problem was that Ye Qing didn't understand a word.
The Mercedes-Benz G65 stopped near Quarry Street, and a black guy in a suit and leather shoes with a briefcase walked by. His face was full of confidence that was inconsistent with his age, and he walked toward Quarry Street.
Was he a foreign comprador or a local top student?
Whatever, Ye Qing immediately recalled Dian Jing to the Monster Factory, and then gave the peon a look.
The car door opened, and an arm as strong as steel grabbed the collar of the black guy.
A horrified expression appeared on his face, and before he could scream, a Glock was pressed against his forehead, strangling the scream halfway.
"Bang ~" The car door closed, and the whole process was less than a second.
Beads of sweat the size of beans appeared on the young man's forehead. A Mini Gundam Vulcan Cannon was boldly fixed above the back seat. The orange-yellow bullet chain extended all the way to the gasoline barrel-like bullet box below.
"Don't be afraid, translate what it says." Ye Qing held the phone in his left hand and the US dollars in his right. There was an unquestionable certainty in his unskilled English.
Before World War II, most of the African countries were European colonies, and some African countries also used English and French as official languages.
This guy looked like he was going to work on Quarry Street, where foreigners gathered, so he must know English.
The black guy's eyes suddenly locked on the US dollars.
"Okok ~" Under the double stimulation of the US dollars and the muzzle, the black guy quickly adjusted his mentality. He took the phone cooperatively and spoke in the local language.
"She said a lady fainted."
"She said she's scared. She wants to leave. It's not safe here."
"Location," Ye Qing added softly.
"It's in an alley three streets away," the black man said nervously. "Give me the US dollars, and I'll take you there."
This request was easily satisfied. Then, the Mercedes-Benz G65's engine roared with an astonishing explosion, and it instantly leaped out like a cheetah.
The traffic lights were nothing in the eyes of the Master Metal Expert. The license plates were all obtained with the help of arms dealers. Why would he care about that?
When the traffic police on the road saw this scene, they also cooperatively turned their heads and pretended not to see anything. What a joke, the Mercedes-Benz G65, even in the country, was considered a celebrity luxury car. In poor Nigeria, isn't stopping this car as ignorant as stopping a tank?
Two minutes later, the Mercedes-Benz G65 screeched to a halt on the side of the road.
Just three blocks away, this place was already backward. Square houses with mottled walls could be seen, and colorful long cloth clothes hung outside the windows.
"Bang, bang, bang ~" The door opened, and the Master Metal Expert and the Monster Laborer, holding AUG assault rifles, protected Ye Qing on the left and right.
"It's here." The young man who led the way pointed to the alley that he could not see the clue in front of him, and then he wanted to run away.
The Monster Laborer took him back with one arm, and Ye Qing said in English, "Find my companions."
On the phone, the local woman could not tell the more specific address. The young man who led the way dialed the phone back, but no one answered. Walking quickly into the alley, Ye Qing and his party passed through the two forks, and suddenly two ten-year-old children rushed out from the side.
As soon as they met, the two children almost fell to the ground in fright.
Because the muzzles of the Master Metal Expert and the Monster Laborer had already pointed at them in an instant.
Monsters would not do this for no reason. Of the two skinny children who were not wearing shoes, one was holding a silenced pistol of an unknown model, and the other was holding a bright man's watch, which was clearly not something that could be owned by a family member of his family.
Seeing that Ye Qing and his party did not move more, the two children hurriedly ran away.
When Ye Qing walked into the alley, he was surprised to find that there were still two children, struggling to plunder money from a foreigner who had fallen to the ground.
A large pool of blood was spilled on the ground, and the young man who led the way said with certainty, "This is a shot. It won't be long before he will be stripped down to his underwear."
Seeing the strong men with assault rifles coming, the other two children immediately raised their hands.
"You go and tell them to find an injured lady nearby, and they can get a hundred dollars when they come back." Ye Qing turned his head and could not bear to look at the scene.
In less than the time it took to smoke a cigarette, the two children returned, bringing with them a few companions who were trying to avoid eye contact.
Wu Weiling was found, and she fell at the end of a more hidden alley. She was also covered with a few newspapers. When Ye Qing arrived, a woman poked her head out of a window next to her from time to time.
Based on his feelings, she was the woman who answered the phone. Ye Qing asked a child to put a few bills under her door to express his gratitude, and then ran out with Wu Weiling in his arms.
Her face was pale, and there was a large blood stain on her lower left abdomen.
He rushed to the car in one breath, and the young man who led the way volunteered to lead the Master Metal Expert to the hospital.
As soon as the front foot of the Mercedes-Benz jumped out, a Land Rover came to an emergency stop at the entrance of the alley. Three foreign men with sinister eyes and short guns rushed into the alley.
After a while, the man who was already dead and stripped down to his underwear was carried into the car.
"Screech ~" In the roaring car, Ye Qing pulled open the clothes on Wu Weiling's wound.
A coin-sized wound appeared on the snow-white skin, and blood was overflowing from the wound. He reached out and touched her waist, and there was no penetrating wound.
The car was equipped with first-aid medicine and blood shield quick-acting hemostatic powder. Ye Qing followed the plot in the movie, sprinkled a full bag of hemostatic powder on the wound, and then firmly pressed it with hemostatic cotton.
Blood shield quick-acting hemostatic powder was a dual-use first-aid medicine in Hua Xia. The fastest time was 15 seconds, and the average time was 30 seconds. This was not an advertisement by Ye Qing. After the hemostatic powder was sprinkled, no new blood came out in less than 20 seconds.
Ye Qing breathed a long sigh of relief. He remembered that there should be no vital organs in the lower left abdomen.
The severe pain woke Wu Weiling up. At this time, she was lying in Ye Qing's arms.
"How come... it's you?" Wu Weiling's breath was weak, and in her weak eyes, there was the joy of surviving a disaster, but more disbelief about Ye Qing's appearance.
"You idiot." Ye Qing's eyebrows jumped with anger: "It's not that I'm smart, and I came up with an idea to find you in a flash. You must be dead now."
"Why are you pretending to be a heroine in front of me?"
"I have guns and cannons. Are you afraid of implicating me and not being able to deal with your enemy?"
Seeing that Wu Weiling did not speak for a long time, Ye Qing said angrily, "Hang in there, we'll be at the hospital soon."
"I... won't die." Wu Weiling closed her eyes and said intermittently, "You can't go to the hospital. The enemy will definitely come. They are a group of elites who have been professionally trained for a long time. Your bodyguards will not be their opponents, and you will die. "
"I'm sorry to implicate you..."
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