A silver-white platinum mobile phone is placed on the coffee table, and the speaker icon on the screen flashes, indicating that a call is in progress...

"What do you want?"

Wu Ming shook his feet, an evil smile appeared on his face, and said arrogantly: "I have your two sons and the lovely Mrs. Danbalin in my hands. What do you think I want?

"

"Let me say it for the last time, if you want to save your friends, give me what I want in exchange. Threatening me with them is just in vain."

"Do you know how much supplies 100 million US dollars are? If it were replaced with rice, it could fill up your fortress!" Wu Ming shouted angrily: "Do you think I can do it?"

"Others can't do it!" Muhammad's voice was full of smiles, and he used honorifics, "But for Mr. Silver Fox, who is extremely wealthy, it is definitely easy to raise a mere US$100 million in supplies, and send them to Hama.

There will be no problem.”

As soon as these words came out, Si Yan and others were all shocked. Wu Ming lost his voice and said: "How do you know that I am..."

"Of course, dear Mr. Tamucha told me..." Muhammad interrupted: "I heard that you are as close as brothers, and your relationship is so good that you can share a wife."

"Fuck you!"

After Wu Ming finished scolding him, he smiled helplessly. This guy, Gopher, really did everything he could to save his life. Was Mouse pretending to be a fox? The reason why people believed that he could pay a sky-high ransom of 100 million was because he didn't look at the monk's face.

Look at the Buddha's face.

The whole world thought that Silver Fox, who had stolen dozens of rare treasures, was extremely wealthy, but no one knew that Silver Fox still owed a lot of debt. If the energy project at Tianyan's hand was completed, the debts owed by Wu Ming and others would depend on

Eighteen generations of descendants will return.

After a moment of silence, Muhammad spoke first: "100 million US dollars in supplies. I'm waiting for your good news. If nothing happens..."

"Wait! What do you mean it's okay?" Wu Ming's eyes widened and he said in surprise: "Your woman and son are still in my hands, don't you care about their life or death?"

"Tell me your conditions?"

"Of course it's a hostage exchange."

"impossible!"

"Fuck!" Wu Ming stood up and yelled: "I will fuck your woman and beat your baby right now to see if you can still pretend to be indifferent?"

"It will do you no good to irritate me!" Muhammad's voice turned cold, with a hint of anger, "I will consider your proposal. I have something to do now, and I will call you back later... beep...

"

Good people don't distinguish, and debaters are bad. Explanation is cover-up, and cover-up is fact. In the same way, considering is perfunctory, and perfunctory is equal to giving up. Mrs. Danbalin and classmate Abu looked ashen and accepted the fate of being abandoned.

Wu Ming glanced at them and said with a half-smile, "It seems you have been abandoned."

Mrs. Dambarin's eyes turned red and she asked in a low voice: "If we are useless, will you kill us?"

"Who said you are useless, madam? I haven't used you yet... I mean you should be very useful..." Wu Ming felt that the description was getting darker and darker, so he simply turned his finger on classmate A Bu and said in a conspiratorial manner:

"You are really useless."

Classmate Abu's pupils shrank, he knelt down with a plop, his nose and eyes filled with snot, and he cried: "Please don't kill me, I have two girlfriends and three boyfriends, I don't want to die..."

"Who said we're going to kill you? It's only the first trial now, and there's no second trial yet. Maybe you are still valuable..." Wu Ming curled his lips as he spoke, then shook his head handsomely at Mrs. Danbalin, and continued: "Mrs.

!You are our hostage now, pack your things and follow us!"

Mrs. Danbalin did not dare to disobey and nodded obediently. Without saying anything, she got up and went upstairs with her son in her arms. Wu Ming squeezed the men behind him and followed him with a smile on his face.

The smile is lewd.

“Don’t use force if you have the ability!”

"Am I the kind of man who would use force on women?"

Not long after they entered the room on the second floor, a scream filled with shame and anger rang out, followed by a burst of pinging and banging...

The door to the room on the second floor opened, and Wu Ming jumped out like lightning. After dodging a flying vase, he shouted angrily: "Damn! I just touched my butt. Is the reaction too big? Don't think I don't need to force it."

I can't deal with you, huh!" As he said that, he turned his head to the doctor watching the show downstairs and shouted: "Doctor! Give me two oral anesthetics!"

"…………"

Mrs. Dambalin seemed to have no awareness of being a hostage. She packed four large suitcases as if she were going on a trip. Her luggage alone almost filled the space inside the minibus.

"That's right! Don't we deal with those unconscious guards and servants?"

Tianying, who had already put one foot on the car, turned around and said with great interest: "I will go back and kill them now."

Kill your sister! This naughty kid, should I strangle him to death? Or should I strangle him to death? Wu Ming, whose face was full of black lines, hurriedly pushed Tianying into the car, feeling extremely annoyed. What happened in the first place? Why should I kill him?

Invite this murderous god?

As soon as the minibus left the villa area, several jeeps loaded with the Free Army passed by and hurriedly drove into the villa residential area. Wu Ming showed a thoughtful expression. Isn't this a coincidence? Raqqa is a place like this.

It seems that it is not advisable to stay for a long time.

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On a scorching afternoon, on the road heading south from Syria, Wu Ming and others' minibus stopped on the roadside in a deserted field.

Mrs. Dambalin used to be deeply loved by General Mohammed, but she gradually fell out of favor after giving birth to her son. The son she gave birth to was a retarded child. General Mohammed thought this was an unknown child. This is why Mrs. Dambalin gradually fell out of favor.

.

Under normal circumstances, the little guy always has a dull look. Wu Ming quite likes this kind of kid. He stretches out his hands for clothes, opens his mouth for food, does not cry, laughs or makes noises, and poops his crotch when he needs to urinate.

No, the little guy played a tuba happily in the car.

After Zhuge Dachang stopped the car, Wu Ming and others pinched their noses and jumped out of the car impatiently. Only Mrs. Danbalin stayed in the car, carefully helping her son clean up, without the slightest hint of disgust, with a peaceful face.

There is a deep feeling of humiliation.

Seeing this scene, several men were touched in their hearts. The child's father may be a wolf-hearted person, but the mother is undoubtedly a good mother.

With a look of enlightenment on his face, Cang Lang sighed: "We only know that she is a beauty, but we have forgotten that she is still a mother."

Wu Ming echoed: "And she is a good mother. Such a lovely mother deserves our respect."

Zhuge Dachang joked: "Then will you still tease others in the future?"

"Teasing is a taste of life, do you understand?" Wu Ming said confidently: "Respect only needs to be in your heart, not necessarily in your words and deeds."

"…………"

On the short tree next to the road, a black crow, a close relative, croaked "summer". Feeling irritated, the skyhawk raised his hand and shot it. After a bang, a few bird feathers floated in the sky, and the surrounding area immediately became silent.

.

Wu Ming originally wanted to teach him a few words, but gave up after thinking about it. This naughty kid has been holding it in for too long. It would be good for him to shoot a bird to vent his anger. What if he is so depressed that he randomly finds someone to shoot someone in the face?

The car started moving again, and Wu Ming picked up a newspaper and read it. The official language of Syria is Arabic, and it also speaks English and French. This is a bilingual newspaper in English and French. He seems to be relatively relaxed.

Wu Ming was reading a news about a country's nuclear test. The mobile phone in his bag rang. It was Mrs. Danbalin's platinum mobile phone. After a few seconds of hesitation, he answered the phone: "Hello!"

"Hello! Mr. Wu Ming!"

"It turns out to be General Muhammad. How about it? Have you thought about it?"

"Eighty million in supplies and the safety of the three of them."

Giving a 20% discount to save his family? No one is perfect. General Muhammad is indeed not a scumbag yet, and he should be able to be saved. Wu Ming smiled slightly, but this is not a reason for him to be happy, because this person who is not a scumbag is the one who is not a scumbag.

Plan to blackmail him for hundreds of carloads of rice.

In the eyes of the rich, 100 million is a number, but in the eyes of the poor, 100 million is an astronomical number. Now there is no difference between 80 million and 100 million for Wu Ming. They are both astronomical numbers. After buying the ticket with the cash in his bag,

The remaining money is only enough to buy two boxes of condoms. This money is only enough to redeem a pair of underwear for the gopher, but his life cannot be redeemed.

Wu Ming changed his tone and said with a sad tone: "I feel really sad for your sons. In the eyes of their father, they are actually..."

"Don't talk to me about moral character. Eighty million supplies is my bottom line..." Muhammad interrupted Wu Ming abruptly, "If you are not sincere, then we have nothing to talk about. How will you deal with my woman?"

, I will personally return double the amount to your friend."

"Do you really pay it back in person?"

"That's right!"

"What if I fucked your woman once a day?"

"…………"

"Haha! Just kidding, just kidding..." Wu Ming laughed and said, "With all due respect, it is indeed difficult to assemble 80 million US dollars in supplies."

"This is your business!" Muhammad smiled: "But I can give you some more time."

"I don't understand!" Wu Ming asked the question that had been lingering in his mind for a long time, "Why do you only want supplies but not cash?"

"The countries around us support government forces. Even if our Free Army has money, it cannot collect supplies."

"You can't get it together, so why do you think I can?"

"Because you are a magical silver fox!" Muhammad flattered him. "Is there anything that can trouble you?"

If you fall in love with you, you are crazy. It seems that there is no need to continue the discussion. They have already shown their cards. There are only two options, one is 80 million supplies, and the other is death. Wu Ming looked at the newspaper in his hand and said sarcastically:

"I wonder if you want a nuclear warhead?"

"Nuclear...nuclear warhead?" Muhammad believed it, his tone suddenly became excited, and he asked cautiously: "Do you really have a nuclear warhead in your hand?"

Wu Ming replied with waning interest: "Yes! Do you want it?"

"If you want to..."

I'm still making trouble! Wu Ming rolled his eyes, why is this old boy so excited? After thinking about it from his perspective, he instantly understood that nuclear weapons are an unparalleled deterrent weapon. In the international community,

, the political status of non-nuclear-weapon countries is very different from that of nuclear-weapon countries. For the Free Army, a nuclear warhead is of great significance, and it is definitely not just as simple as adding more power to a tiger.
Chapter completed!