219: Chapter 219 An Extremely Troublesome Situation! Salman's Decision!

As the militant sub-commander aimed his gun at Reporter Xia Qinglan, many people were so terrified that they couldn't even stay in a crouch, collapsing straight to the ground.

"General!" Reporter Xia Qinglan raised her hands high.

"I am from China, a reporter!"

"The badge on my chest is an internationally recognized press pass!"

The bearded sub-commander used his gun barrel to lift the badge hanging in front of Reporter Xia Qinglan, frowning as he studied it for a long time, but remained silent.

"General, is there a problem?"

"Can't read it."

Reporter Xia Qinglan was speechless. If you can't read it, why the hell have you been staring at me for so long?

At this moment, the sub-commander finally lowered his AK rifle and stared intently at Reporter Xia Qinglan.

"Money, weapons, swap for the hostages!"

Hearing this, Reporter Xia Qinglan felt a surge of joy and immediately replied in fluent Camel Countries language.

"No problem! You can rest assured!"

"China is willing to pay any price for the safety of its compatriots!"

"You can record a video of me, explain all the conditions in the video one by one, and then upload it to the internet!"

"Our Chinese officials will definitely satisfy you, General!"

Hearing about recording a video, the sub-commander was very receptive.

He called a few militants over, consulted briefly, and decided to start filming immediately.

These extremist militants viewed women who appeared in public as the greatest heretics, so they were naturally not polite to Reporter Xia Qinglan at all.

They were extremely rough, first tying Reporter Xia Qinglan to a chair, then holding a Nepalese kukri to her throat.

"Speak!"

The sub-commander signaled with his eyes, and the militant opposite started recording the video on a mobile phone.

"I..." Reporter Xia Qinglan swallowed hard. She wanted to organize her words, but found she couldn't speak at all.

Suddenly being taken hostage, with the cold blade pressing against her neck, even as a war correspondent, Reporter Xia Qinglan was on the verge of a mental breakdown!

"Slap!" A crisp sound echoed in the factory.

Seeing that the woman wouldn't speak, one militant lost his temper and walked up to slap her.

The sound wasn't loud, but it made all the refugees feel even more desperate.

The sub-commander looked displeased and kicked his hot-headed subordinate away.

After being slapped, Reporter Xia Qinglan became much more clear-headed.

She held back her tears, bearing her red and swollen right cheek, and spoke to the camera, word by word.

"My beloved motherland, I am CCTV war correspondent Reporter Xia Qinglan!"

"We have been taken hostage by militants. There are 242 Chinese compatriots and 65 citizens from various countries here!"

"Please, motherland, launch a rescue operation for us immediately!"

"The conditions they have set are..."

Three minutes later, when Reporter Xia Qinglan finished speaking, her back was completely soaked with sweat.

"Very good!" The sub-commander watched the recorded video from start to finish and nodded in satisfaction.

"General, can you untie me now?"

No one paid any attention to Reporter Xia Qinglan's words.

At this moment, the militants brought a white man to the sub-commander.

"Leader!" "He says he is an American!"

The white man was all smiles.

"Dear General!" "My name is Jones, I am from Florida, America!"

Jones's Camel Countries language was terrible, but once he revealed his American identity, the sub-commander immediately replied in broken English.

"Mr. Jones!" "You are safe!"

"Thank you to the 'CIA' (American intelligence agency) for helping us purchase weapons and providing intelligence support!"

"The 'MS' (non-governmental armed organization) will always remember this!"

"We will send someone to escort you away right now!"

"Is there anything else you need to take?"

The sub-commander's words were rich with information, causing the complexion of Reporter Xia Qinglan, who was tied to the chair, to change drastically.

To think...!

When Jones heard this, he was overjoyed.

"Escort me away?" "Oh my God!" "Thank you! Thank you so much!"

The more Jones thought about it, the happier he became, weeping with joy as he spoke.

"Dear General, you will always be a friend of our America!"

"I am truly so grateful!"

Faced with an American "benefactor," the MS militants not only planned to escort Jones to the evacuation point but also prepared to take all his luggage with him, mainly to highlight their attentive service.

Watching Jones and the sub-commander chatting and laughing, even happily taking photos together, while some militants helped pack his luggage, the other refugees thought a deal had been reached and stood up, smiling.

"Do you want to die?" "All of you, kneel down!" "A bunch of idiots!"

After being severely beaten and kicked, the refugees were all stunned.

"Hahahaha!!" "I'm dying of laughter! General, don't you also think these Chinese people are so stupid?"

Watching this scene, Jones was almost laughing out of breath.

"No, I can't take it anymore! Hahaha!"

"I must take a picture of these fools! Hahaha..."

Click, click, click! Jones went into the crowd and used his iPhone to take dozens of photos. Everyone was either lying down, kneeling, or crouching, feeling infinite humiliation in their hearts.

"Ouch!" One young man couldn't take it anymore and suddenly stuck out his foot as Jones passed by. Jones didn't notice and fell flat on his face.

"General, my dearest friend!" "Help me kill him!"

Jones dragged the young Chinese man directly in front of the sub-commander.

Who would have known, the vicious militant leader shook his head directly and said in English.

"NO!" "Chinese people, do not kill!"

Upon hearing this, the young Chinese man felt a surge of joy.

But the leader's next sentence made the man go cold all over.

"But you can do it yourself!"

Jones took the rifle and aimed it directly at the Chinese man.

"Bang!!" A gunshot rang out.

Feeling a gust of wind graze his ear, the Chinese man collapsed straight to the ground.

"A closed-off country where the citizens don't even have the right to bear arms is truly ridiculous!"

Looking at the man who had lost control of his bladder and bowels, Jones looked disgusted.

"Mr. Jones, let's go!" "Okay!"

Hearing that he could leave, Jones was extremely happy. He followed a few militants, head held high, and walked toward the factory gate.

"General, until we meet again!"

Before leaving, Jones didn't forget to turn back and greet the sub-commander.

Under the protection of three militants, Jones stepped out of the factory gate, greeted by the scorching midday sun.

And... a single grenade launcher round!

"Enemy attack!! Enemy attack!!!"

More than 70 militants were in chaos. At the leader's command, they rushed into the crowd, using the Chinese people present as human shields.

...

"This is tricky!"

Outside the factory, the Camel Countries Joint Armed Forces completed their assembly.

As the battlefield commander, Crown Prince Salman was full of worry after learning the specific situation inside the factory.

These Chinese people, didn't they usually run faster than anyone else?

Moreover, their Arabia Joint Forces had issued notices long ago and had reserved sufficient time for humanitarian evacuation. It had been nearly a week, and the three-day airstrikes were already over!

How the hell could they still be held hostage by the MS, over 300 of them?

"Give me the phone!" "I want to contact my good brother, General Li Jingwu!"