Several searchlights suddenly focused on Suming, nearly blinding him. Instinctively, he raised his hand to block the light.
He couldn't understand what the mummy was saying, but the voice sounded very familiar, especially that 'desperate shout' behind it—as if he'd heard it sowhere before...
Before Suming could figure out which acquaintance the mummy might be, Amir, with a wave of his hand, sent a whole platoon of soldiers with guns charging towards Suming and surrounded him.
"What are you doing!"
A sharp cry rang out as Ludmila, the Eastern European model with long legs, erged from behind, shielding Suming with her body—perfectly embodying the spirit of a bodyguard. With one hand on the pistol at her waist and the other moving in a blur, she effortlessly threw an Iraqi soldier who was approaching Suming to the ground.
"Click-click-click…" A cacophony of gunshots resonated and the situation instantly escalated. Dozens of varied gun barrels were aid at Ludmila, who stood fearless, thrusting out her already prominent chest, and barked, "This is the Russian Moran Company, are you asking for death!"
Captain Amir waved his hand, and the glare of the searchlights dimd to a level that provided illumination without blinding.
"Miss Ludmila, even if the head of Russia were here, I'd still have to take him away today!" Amir pointed at Suming, "I'm sorry, this is about the survival of our tribe."
"You dare..." Ludmila had not finished speaking when several rifles were already pointed at her forehead from different directions.
"Stay inside and don't move!" Suming turned and growled at Nangong Huang and Zhao Yun, who were about to burst out, but before he could finish, two soldiers had him in a hold, arms twisted behind his back, and pushed him down in front of the mummy.
"You'll pay for what you've done today!" Ludmila gritted her teeth in anger.
In her eyes, having a client of the company kidnapped was like a resounding slap to the face of Moran International.
It wasn't until Suming was brought close that he could see the mummy's face and said in confusion, "It's you... Big Beard... Basel?"
"Oh, let go, let go! Who allowed you to treat him so roughly!" Before the High Priest could definitively ascertain Suming's identity, Basel daren't publicly declare Suming as 'God's ssenger,' but in his heart, he was almost certain.
Struggling off the stretcher, he wrapped his arms around Suming's calves and, facing the mud-covered hiking boots, planted a kiss on them...
The whole scene was struck dumb.
Especially those on Suming's side, including Ludmila and the rest who could never have expected such a dramatic role reversal—just a second ago, Suming was the enemy's captive, and the next, the leader was kissing Suming's shoes?
Just who was this guy?! Ludmila couldn't help but let her mind wander—in the Arab world, kissing soone's boots was an exceedingly rare gesture, almost akin to worshipping deities.
"Ugh…" Nangong Huang felt queasy. He had just seen Suming step into a pile of rhinoceros dung.
Zhao Yun, recognizing Basel's face and recalling the incident on the plane, felt his weighed-down heart sowhat relieved. It looked like they really did regard Suming as 'God's ssenger.' Thus, at least for the short term, not only would Suming face no danger, he could expect very high regard.
"Uncle Basel, we can't confirm his identity yet, we should take him back to the tribe first," Amir said.
"Alright, alright, tell the boys not to hurt him, oh, and don't hurt his friends either."
They were chattering away in a language Suming couldn't understand, so he turned to look at the two professional translators.
As soon as Adnan saw Basel, he hid in a corner of the room, trembling all over with fear. Now that his nesis was here, if he were caught by this man, he could very well be killed on the spot.
"They want to take you back to the tribe," Ludmila said loudly. Then, in very serious Arabic, she said to Amir, "He is my employer, and if you insist on taking him, I must go with him!"
Amir hesitated for a mont. Tribal settlents generally do not allow foreigners to enter, let alone a foreigner?
"He needs a translator. Take this woman as well," Basel said.
"Let her co over, no weapons allowed!" Amir commanded sternly.
Ludmila snorted. She knew better than to play tricks in such a situation; a gun wouldn't solve the problem. Thus, she tossed her pistol from her waist, and without waiting for a soldier to search her, bent down to pull out a dagger and a very small pistol from her boot, and a military saber from her sleeve. She patted her waist to indicate she had disard completely.
Amir nodded, and two soldiers escorted Ludmila to Suming's side.
"Brother-in-law! Brother-in-law! I'll go with you!" Nangong Huang finally couldn't hold himself back anymore and rushed out of the room, holding Koala, his face a mix of anger and sadness.
Suddenly, several guns were pointed at him.
"Mr. Zhao, stop him, you all must not co!" Suming yelled, frowning. In this situation, if Nangong Huang and Zhao Yun were to be captured as well, it would be utterly pointless. To put it bluntly, if sothing went wrong with him, there would be no one left to even send a ssage.
Accustod to listening to Suming, Nangong Huang stopped in his tracks and glared at the soldiers in front of him.
"Nangong Huang, don't be rash." Zhao Yun stepped forward with a solemn face and patted his shoulder.
Suming said to Amir, "I would like to say a few words to my friends."
"Three minutes!" Amir glanced at his wristwatch.
"Mr. Zhao, I have sothing to tell you," Suming said.
Zhao Yun made his way through the crowd to Suming's side. Suming spoke in the Yangchuan City dialect, "Mr. Zhao, they think I'm so kind of apostle, so I'm not in imdiate danger. After I'm taken away, you must go to the embassy, the Iraqi Governnt, and Moran International for help, and also, take good care of Nangong Huang for . Oh, and don't tell my mom or Nangong Yan for now, so they won't worry."
"I understand. Take care of yourself, and don't clash with these religious folks. I have so connections at the higher levels back ho and will do everything in my power to rescue you. You must hold on," Zhao Yun said.
Seeing Zhao Yun's pained expression, Suming instead chuckled and comforted him, "Don't act like I'm about to die, Mr. Zhao. I haven't been kidnapped by terrorists. I am an apostle of God, you know!"
"What should I say about you? Are you heartless or just boldly spirited?" Zhao Yun, who was experienced in facing tough situations, let the sad expression fade from his face, patted Suming's shoulder, and said earnestly, "Wait for us!"
"Off we go, off we go, making it seem like a Qiong Yao soap opera," Suming said nonchalantly with a wave of his hand and a grin.
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