Chapter 501
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The water flowed gently, and all the children held their breaths. They were afraid that the sound of the water would suddenly become louder and alert the Al Qaeda operatives guarding them outside.
The five children who had been drenched in gasoline covered their mouths. Their big, bright eyes were filled with surprise as they allowed the cool water to wash their bodies. The thick layer of gasoline that they were afraid of seemed to lessen as they wiped their clothes clean.
Ye Chien leaned against the door again and knocked on it rhythmically with his hand. After getting a response, he said in a low voice, "I suggest we adopt the second course of action. Leave the orphanage and take care of them on the plane."
"You're going to pour the gasoline out?" V8 raised his eyebrows slightly. He immediately guessed why Ye Chien suggested the second course of action. He lowered his voice to the lowest and asked, "We don't have much time. We need to fulfill all of Pavel's requests before ten o 'clock. It's been almost three hours since our last call. Ye Chien, we don't have much time left."
With a smile on his face, Ye Chien felt that it was indeed very easy to have a comrade like him on the outside. They could guess what he wanted to do. "I'll dispose of all the gasoline and turn this dangerous house into the safest room. This way, we won't have to worry about bullets accidentally hitting gasoline barrels during gunfire and causing an explosion. My second suggestion is to release the first batch of hostages before Pavel leaves in the car — "
Before Ye Chien could say the word "release", the T6 soldier in charge of security knocked on the door lightly with his gun. He did not say anything and nimbly returned to the children's side.
Petty immediately reminded all the children in Urdu, "Someone's coming."
This group of children had survived the flames of war and were very sensitive to danger. Petty's reminder made all of them immediately lower their heads and hug their knees as if they were fast asleep.
The five children who had been drenched in gasoline all squatted in a corner. Ye Chien gently put the hose back on, and everything returned to normal.
The door was not opened. The patrolling soldiers just came over to check if there was anything unusual as usual. When they found that there was no movement, they gave a few instructions and left.
"K7, there are three patrolling soldiers coming. Be careful." V8 maintained contact with K7 and informed him of the situation on his side so that K7, who was in the middle of a mission, and his comrades who were coming to support him, could be prepared.
K7, who had already found the orphanage staff that was locked up, whispered to the other figures, "Hide." Before the patrolling Al Qaeda members came over, they were like owls that appeared at night. In the blink of an eye, they hid.
The entire orphanage was no longer under Pavel's control. As the Chinese soldiers infiltrated the orphanage, at the very least, the Al Qaeda members guarding the orphanage would be replaced by disguised Chinese soldiers.
Ye Chien did not know exactly how many hostages were being held. When she heard the footsteps moving away, she quickly washed the other two children who had not yet washed off the gasoline.
"Right now, we're only removing the smell of gasoline from their bodies. The danger hasn't been resolved yet. We have to move the gasoline barrels away." Ye Chien whispered to Petty, whose joy could be felt even in the dark. He said softly, "Bullets will still explode when they hit the gasoline barrels. The best way is to get the gasoline out of the barrels away from us."
Leaving this place was not an easy task. When Petty, who finally had a smile on her face, heard what Ye Chien said, sadness crept into her eyes again. "Then what should we do? The barrels are too big … How are we going to move them out? "
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