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Volume 3 Shandong Thieves Chapter 49: Across Suez

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    The third child and I chartered a taxi from the airport and rushed to Suez. We arrived at a dock and found a small yard beside the canal.  There was a very stylish speedboat in the yard, and a man wearing big pants was lying on the yacht basking in the sun, holding a bottle of vodka in his hand.  The white skin and wild chest hair prove that this man is from Russia.  The third child and I knocked on the door, then walked in and said bluntly: "Mr. Mia, I want to use your boat to go to the Lebanese port city of Tripoli." The man raised his head and glanced sideways at the two of us, and turned around lazily.  One body, facing the other side, continues to bask in the sun.  I raised my voice an octave and said, "Mr. Mia, I want to use your boat." "Oh, damn." The man named Mia stood up, walked towards me, and said aggressively: "Today  Tuesday, don¡¯t you know?¡± I stared into his eyes: ¡°I will pay you.¡± Mia yelled: ¡°Shit, take your reward and get out of my yard.¡±  He said calmly: "Ten times." Mia shouted angrily: "Get out of my house." I turned to leave, and Mia shouted at my back: "I know you yellow-skinned monkeys are rich, but I  I will never send you to Tripo on Tuesday" Before Mia could finish speaking, a gun with a red tassel was pressed under his neck.  The tip of the gun was blunt, but the cold feeling made Mia swallow the words back into her stomach.  But with just a second of reaction time, he bypassed the Hongying Gun and rushed towards Lao San.  I untied my belt, took out my son's gadgets and had a great time.  While peeing, he said to the third child: "Don't hurt him, I don't know how to drive a fucking speedboat." The third child turned over his hand and turned the red tassel gun around, and hit Mia directly on the calf with the end without the gun head.  Mia howled, hugged her legs and jumped up.  The third child showed no mercy, hitting him with sticks one after another, causing Mia to jump around.  When I finished urinating and turned around, Mia was already beaten to a pulp by the third child.  I asked the third child to stop, walked up to Mia and said: "We want to go to Tripoli, and today is not Tuesday. If we use Beijing time, it is Monday." "Oh, shit. So you are Chinese." Mi  Ya exclaimed.  I smiled and shrugged.  Mia said helplessly: "When I was a sailor in Vladivostok, I fought against you Chinese, and they were all men. Oh, but. When I fought against members of the Japanese Coast Guard, they would only hide on the ship.  Don't dare to come down. Well, you should know. Just like a mouse, I don't mean to talk nonsense with him: "Send us to Tripoli. You are sure you want to."  Are you going?" Mia said to me when she returned to the boat, took a sip of vodka.  I said: "There is a war in the entire Middle East, why can't I go?" "Hey, you don't want your life." This guy was a bit verbose.  I turned around and looked at the third child behind me, and said with a smile: "I cherish my life." When Mia saw the third child, she was a little scared, winced and said with a smile: "Okay, I will send you to Tripoli, but  It¡¯s five thousand dollars.¡± ¡°It¡¯s a deal.¡±  Mia nodded and said, "Then please wait while I change clothes." He walked into the room in the courtyard and came out ten minutes later.  Wearing a shabby Russian navy uniform and an army beret, he was carrying three bottles of vodka in his hand.  He threw the wine on the speedboat and said, "Get on the boat." Lao San and I got the speedboat into the water, while Mia got two oil barrels and used the oil pump to refuel the engine.  This type of speedboat, commonly known as a big fly, is very common in places such as Hong Kong and is equipped with six to eight Yamaha engines.  It travels faster than airplanes on the sea and is mostly used by drug traffickers to transport drugs. Of course, it is also a favorite of smugglers of pearl cigarettes and expensive cars.  Looking at Mia¡¯s character, you can tell that he usually does smuggling business.  The three of us got on the speedboat and walked slowly on the Suez Canal.  Wait until you cross the Suez Canal and reach the Mediterranean Sea.  Mia pressed a few buttons on the big fly, and suddenly the engine behind the speedboat made a loud buzzing sound, and the speed suddenly increased, just like a plane flying close to the sea.  We had to wear helmets, otherwise the huge waves would completely blind us.  There are many countries along the Mediterranean Sea, and the situation is complicated.  No one will pay attention to such a small speedboat. After six hours of peak sailing, it will soon reach the Lebanese city of Tripoli.  Arriving in TripoliRecently, we saw three British Air Force Tornado GR4 bombers flying past.  Mia said to us as if to show off: "Hey, look, the British in Cyprus are out." I frowned and felt a little nervous.  Before arriving in the Lebanese port city of Tripoli, Mia briefly talked to me about the situation in the Middle East.  After all, he is someone who lives near the Middle East and knows the situation in the Middle East very well.  He recommended that I hire a local as a guide and be sure to buy two weapons.  If conditions permit, you can even buy a grenade machine gun.  This is more of a deterrent.  ¡°Well, deterrence is important in the Middle East.  Mia said.  I nodded and agreed. After arriving in Tripoli, I paid him six thousand dollars and said with a smile: "The price of vodka has increased." Mia smiled and said: "I plan to stay here for a few days. I hope I can be there when you go back.  , take my sea plane again." "I hope so," I said to him.  It was already evening. The third child and I took a van and arrived at the largest hotel in Tripoli and stayed here.  After taking a shower, I went to the hotel restaurant to have a meal, and then I found the hotel front office manager, hoping that they could provide me with a guide service. I wanted to drive to Damascus.  The hotel manager with a mustache said to me: "There is a war in Damascus, and the opposition is fighting against the government. Dear Sir, where you go now is probably not a good choice." "Where is my friend?  I need to save him," I said sincerely.  The hotel manager sighed and said helplessly: "Well, I hope there are brave children willing to accompany you." I nodded and said: "I hope you can help me get some weapons, and I will pay the money."  Then I tipped him a hundred dollars.  The hotel manager smiled and said: "I am very happy to serve you." I smiled and returned to the hotel room.  ¡­ ¡­ All hotels in Tripoli have internet, but it¡¯s the same as in China.  You cannot access foreign websites, such as YouTube and Google, which are blocked.  However, domestic websites such as Baidu are accessible. I checked the news on domestic websites, but the news is not as detailed as if I went out to ask people.  They would not tell me where Liu Weiwei was, let alone whether Liu Weiwei was injured or not.  I called the embassy in Syria, and the embassy staff told me that the situation is very bad.  The news staff could not be found. They were preparing to evacuate the embassy and hoped that I would not go to Damascus.  I hung up the phone, thought about it and made a call to the CCTV International News Department.  The result was the same: the staff of the news station in Syria lost contact.  I inquired carefully and found that Liu Weiwei's name was indeed included in these lists.  I immediately understood that things were getting serious.
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