In the fourth week of the implementation of the visa ban policy, the Yinstanbul riots further escalated, and various parts of the city have become substantial "Chinese prohibition areas". Many shops even openly hung signs of "Chinese prohibition to enter".

At the same time, the chaotic crowd began to look for targets in the city, and any Chinese who were alone could be attacked.

What's even more terrifying is that in addition to the unexpected gathering areas of the embassy, ​​it has also begun to be affected. Officials have reported several violent cases of incoming houses and condemned the violent acts - but the intensity of this condemnation can be said to be minimal.

Wang Yang hasn't gone out for a whole week. The food and water he had stockpiled in advance allowed them to survive the difficult time, but if the situation worsens further, they don't know how long they can last.

"How much more can we eat?"

Wang Yang asked to his wife while counting the things in the refrigerator.

"Aren't you counting yourself, and you haven't figured it out yet?"

"I can't figure it out, I feel confused... I don't know how long this situation will last."

Looking at his worried expression, his wife gently pinched his shoulder and comforted:

"Don't worry, didn't the news be said? The country is already communicating, and it will probably be resolved in no time."

"The food we stocked up before can last at least half a month, and it will not be possible to solve it in half a month, right?"

Wang Yang shook his head and replied:

"That's really not necessarily. I remember hearing them say that when they were in Lybia, they had been surrounded for two months, and many people couldn't drink the water until the end."

The wife frowned and said in a hesitant tone:

"I won't get to that point, right? After all, we are not fighting, and the Turkish Chicken official will definitely not dare to do anything..."

"They dare not, but these mobs may not be - they do not have to bear legal responsibility and can do anything."

The wife wanted to refute, but as if she was responding to what Wang Yang said, there were suddenly bursts of yelling noises outside the window.

Wang Yang stood up and rushed to the window and looked out. Then he suddenly realized that at some point, hundreds of people had gathered on the street downstairs.

The team shouted slogans such as "Return the market to us", "Repay all the taxes and pay all the fines", and "Chinese people get out of the turkey chicken", smashing the door of a Chinese restaurant downstairs that had been closed.

Wang Yang saw the owner hiding in the store being dragged to the street. The people who had lost their minds rushed up and fisted at him. There were even people holding sticks swaying the owner's head without any mercy.

Wang Yang was frightened to see it, and he quickly turned around and said to his wife:

"Come on the sofa and block the door! We will definitely be found here, and the landlord and they are in the same group!"

Hearing her words, the wife first pushed the two children into the bedroom, pulled the curtains in the bedroom, and then told the children to hide under the bed.

"Don't come out. If I let you run away later, you can take your brother and climb to the first floor from the fire staircase outside the window. Don't be afraid, do you know?"

The eldest son nodded heavily. At this moment, he finally felt the crisis imposed on his family and even his own nation.

After locking the bedroom door, his wife turned around and came to the living room. She and Wang Yang blocked the living room door with the sofa. The moment they blocked the door, there was a deafening collision sound outside the door.

"Fuck, it's so fast!"

Wang Yang dragged the dining table and chairs from the kitchen and threw them behind the door. Then he directed his wife to call the embassy. The phone was always in a busy line. After finally getting through, the staff on the opposite side only left them one sentence:

"Please hold on for another ten minutes."

Then, the phone hung up and Wang Yang stared at the phone screen blankly. He didn't know what would happen in ten minutes, but he knew that his thin door panel would definitely not last ten minutes.

Someone has already taken the fire axe from the corridor and broke the door. Compared with such a sharp weapon, the alloy door looks extremely fragile.

What's even more terrible is that scoring the ball is no longer the biggest crisis.

With such a weapon in the hands of the crazy people, who can guarantee that after they break the door, they will not swing their axe to them or their two children?

Wang Yang rushed to the window again, and there was a fire staircase hanging outside on one side of the balcony. Climbed over from the balcony and you could go down the stairs directly to the first floor.

But the problem is that there are people guarding the streets now, so it is no safer to stay in the house.

Just as he was hesitating, his wife's scream suddenly came from the living room. He turned his head and looked at the fire axe blade that had penetrated the door and was stuck there so brightly.

"No, you will definitely die if you are trapped in the room. Let's go downstairs first!"

As he said that, he kicked open the bedroom door, took out his two sons from under the bed and pulled them to the balcony, and then carried them out of the balcony one by one and sent them to the fire stairs.

At this time, the height was 7 floors, and the two young children were afraid. Wang Yang had to try his best to stabilize his voice and comfort him:

"Don't be afraid, isn't this the same as the high-altitude cableway that Dad took you to play in the past? Just pull the handrail and walk down step by step!"

"Remember, stop and wait for dad when you arrive on the third floor. Don't go down first, do you understand?"

The fire stairs are hanging on the second floor, and the lowest stairs can only be placed from top to bottom, so Wang Yang is not worried that the thugs on the street will come up along the stairs.

“Is there anything else to bring?”

The wife was nervously rummaging through a pile of luggage, and the youngest son on the stairs suddenly said:

"Mom, my model!"

The wife quickly opened his suitcase, took out a model from it and stuffed it into her backpack, then looked at Wang Yang and asked:

"What about you? Are you still there?"

"Stop worrying, don't need to bring anything! When we reach this point, it's useless to bring anything. Go on!"

As he said that, Wang Yang held up his wife, grabbed her hand tightly, and sent her to the fire escalator.

Then he dragged the last movable sofa and placed it horizontally behind the glass door of the balcony to hold it tightly, trying to delay the movement of the thug who was about to rush into the room.

But he also knew that such actions were just a psychological comfort, and it could not stop the thugs at all.

Wang Yang stepped out of the balcony and jumped carefully to the fire stairs opposite. His two sons had already gone down to the third floor, while his wife was still waiting for him on the seventh floor.

"Go away quickly!"

As soon as his voice fell, with a loud bang, the living room door finally opened. Wang Yang looked back and found that at least a dozen thugs had rushed into the room.

They ran towards the bedroom as soon as possible, which made Wang Yang suddenly feel a little regretful.

I would have known that I wouldn't drag the sofa to the balcony, as this would have exposed my direction of escape.

However, it is too late to say anything now. All he can do is to run down with his family regardless of everything.

However, the people on the street had already discovered them, and the crowd was gathering in the direction of the fire stairs. Some people began to throw stones and even molten bottles at the stairs. As a last resort, they had to retreat to the fourth floor.

However, the resident on the fourth floor is a Turkish chicken.

He had opened his window and called on other thugs to crawl out from here and intercept Wang Yang's family.

despair.

This is the first time Wang Yang has felt desperate in ten years overseas.

He still remembers that the month he just arrived at Turkish chicken, he lost all his ID documents and didn't have a penny on him. Maybe in a few days, he would be left on the streets and even starved to death.

But he didn't feel any despair. At that time, he asked about his way to the embassy in half-baked English. Finally, with their help, he reissue his ID and settled himself down.

Such a thing can be solved by the embassy, ​​but what about now?

Now he is in danger of his life. Where is the power of the country?

Wang Yang was wearing thick clothes and sat down dejectedly. The youngest son next to him seemed to have not realized the seriousness of the problem. He stretched out his hand and said to his mother:

"Mom, my model."

The wife smiled bitterly and took out the model from her carry-on bag. The model was actually very large, and even if it was put in the bag, it could only hold half of it. It took her a long time to pull it out and hand it over to her younger son.

“What should I do now?”

Wang Yang looked at the thug above who tried to turn out of the window to the fire stairs, looked at the tail of the stairs that had been lit by a molten bottle on the second floor, and sighed helplessly and said:

"What else can I do? It's ten minutes, how many minutes are now?"

The wife looked down at her watch and replied:

"8 minutes...why try climbing in from the 5th floor? I remember that family is quite kind."

However, as soon as her voice fell, the window on the fifth floor was opened, and the thug holding a stick appeared at the window.

The two looked at each other and fell into silence at the same time.

At this time, the only one among the four who could still maintain peace was the youngest son. He didn't know what was going on, so he just treated this as an exciting adventure.

He struggled to hold the model, which was a bit too big than him, and made a "whimper" sound from his mouth, controlling the model to fly around in the air.

Seeing this scene, Wang Yang couldn't help but feel sad. He sighed and asked:

"Tuantuan, what kind of plane are you? Can you take us away?"

Tuantuan glanced at Wang Yang, then replied:

"Dad, this is a bomber, and bombers cannot bring people!"

He held the plane and flew to Wang Yang. Wang Yang, who was sitting on the ground, felt a shadow covering his face. He opened his eyes and reached out to grab the plane, but Tuantuan quickly avoided.

Wang Yang shook his head helplessly, but the next second.

A huge shadow flicked across his face, and he saw the model in his son's hand rise into the air.

No, it was not the model rising into the air, but a giant aircraft that was very similar to the model was passing through the air.

Immediately afterwards, the roar of the bursting engine and the sound boom sounded.

The next second, he watched the belly of the giant plane open, and dozens of neatly arranged missiles were exposed to the air.

The crowd fell into silence in an instant.

In this strange silence, dense heat traps splashed at the tail of the second plane, and the hot yellow light formed a giant wing. For a moment, the plane seemed to be coming from the fire.

Seeing this scene, Tuantuan said in a relaxed tone:

"The golden crow is here!"

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