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Volume 3 Shandong Thieves Chapter 60: Prayer

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    The speedboat seemed to be flying, rising and falling on the sea. We were like a few tumbling green beans, bumping back and forth on the speedboat.  At this moment, the missile hit the sea area we just passed.  Suddenly the fire burst into the sky, and a wave of heat hit his face.  Two fighter jets flew around us, and the double-barreled cannons under the wings spit out tongues of flame and hit us. Liu Weiwei's face turned pale and she hid behind us, making a sharp scream.  She decided that she would write this as a news report when she went back, so that people all over the world would know about their evil deeds.  The third child roared angrily: "Go into the sea and jump into the sea. The target of the speedboat is too big and they all jump into the sea." Mia was also angry: "Hey, brother. This is dozens of nautical miles away from the Mediterranean coast. We are abandoning the speedboat now. Do you think so?"  Do you want us to feed the sharks here? " The third child couldn't help but kicked me down, turned around and kicked Liu Weiwei down, and then said to Mia: "Did I say I wanted to abandon the speedboat?  How much did this guy pay you? You have to make money, but life" Mia looked very unbelievable.  "He is my brother. Even if I die, he can help me take care of my family." The third child put his hand on his heart and looked at the MiG-23 roaring past in the distance. His face was full of perseverance and perseverance.  So a little bit sacred.   After falling into the water, I swam forward and found Liu Weiwei, who was also kicked down by the third child. The two of us were involved in each other. Liu Weiwei looked at the fighter jets in the sky and said with a lonely face: "Are they going to die?" Me  Her head was in a mess, so she said casually: "No." Liu Weiwei looked at the fighter jets in the sky, her eyes lit up, and she said seriously: "The people who attacked us must be Bashar's people. I once had the honor to visit the Syrian  I have seen this kind of aircraft at the air force base in China. They were equipped with it, and they even performed aerobatic performances at that time." After saying this, Liu Weiwei's head turned quickly, and she said in shock: "Those mobs must be related to them.  , they want to fight against the United States and win more international public opinion, and after they found the dead Sabah, they found our traces, which may be the clue to expose the target. " I hugged her.  He closed his eyes and said, "Silly girl, stop guessing. Now we are surrounded on all sides. Even if we arrive in Cairo, someone will definitely come to talk to us. I guess, it must be the CIA or the International Anti-War League." "Where?"  Liu Weiwei had a solemn expression on her face. In this boundless sea, the two of us didn't know what to do. We could only place our only hope on Lao San and Mia.  Suddenly, Liu Weiwei in my arms started crying. She cried heartbreakingly. I let go of her, looked into her eyes, and asked in surprise: "What's wrong with you?" She complained with tears in her eyes: "You still said  You don¡¯t love me.¡±¡­ The air-to-ground battle is repressive, and the bloody plot of bombing planes with grenades in domestic TV dramas cannot happen in reality.  This is also the reason why the country is now vigorously developing its air force. However, with the development of fighter jets, a series of surface-to-air missiles have also been produced.  However, now on the speedboat, the third child only has a Gatling, and there are no cutting-edge weapons for him to use.  The MiG-23 bullets hit both sides of the speedboat, and water splashed on Lao San¡¯s face.  He could feel that the water was hot, as if it were his blood.  The arrogant fighter jets roared their engines and bombarded the speedboat in turn. The pilot lowered the plane again, and this time he launched another airborne missile.  The missile whizzed towards the speedboat. Lao San looked at the speeding missile with scarlet eyes. Regardless of the fire blockade from the cannon, he suddenly picked up Gatling, stood up on the boat and fired at the MiG-23.  past.  A bullet hit Lao San in the chest without any accident, and the blood surged like the Baotu Spring in Jinan.  The artillery fire exploded on the water, and the raging fire made Mia's heart almost jump out.  The third child, however, was like a steel warrior standing in the fire and did not fall.  All Gatling's bullets were tilted towards the MiG-23's fuselage. The two bullets seemed to have eyes, directly breaking the bulletproof glass on the cabin and hitting the pilot.  The fighter jet, which lost its pilot, fell headlong into the sea ahead.  A burst of fire shot into the sky, and when the fire faded, pieces of wreckage of fighter jets appeared on the sea level.  Another fighter jet in the sky seemed to have received some order and flew towards the distant Middle East. With the rising morning glow, it illuminated the entire night sky.  The third child looked at the morning glow rising in the distance and showed a silly expression.  ¡°It¡¯s so beautiful,¡± he said.  At this moment, he really seemed to be a fool.    But, in the blink of an eye.  He fell down on the speedboat, and the clothes on his chest were stained with blood.  Mia looked at the third child solemnly and cursed fiercely: "Damn Middle East, damn war." When Mia's speedboat found Liu Weiwei and I who had been soaked in the sea for half the night, Liu Weiwei and I looked at the seriously injured old man.  Third, I don¡¯t know whether it¡¯s joy or sadness.  Six of the speedboat's motors were lost in the gunfire, leaving only two motors. Mia complained, saying that his old friend had to renovate it.  But he could only drive the speedboat with only two motors left and sail towards Suez.  The third child's face was pale, but he was not conscious. He was lying in my arms with the same fool-like expression on his face. He was holding his red tassel gun in his hand. His lips were slightly open, as if he wanted to say something.  What.  I hurriedly lay down, and the third child said to me: "Take good care of Xiaonan." I stared at him, with firm eyes and said: "No one in this world wants to take care of her except you, please come back to life." The third child closed up.  He closed his eyes and showed a silly smile.  I looked up to the sky and roared: "You fucking come back to life." The third child said softly: "I'm tired, take a rest. Call me when you get to Suez."  I clenched my fists and dug my nails into my flesh, but I didn't know it.  Liu Weiwei sat next to me and gently tugged on my clothes.  I turned my head, my eyes were already scarlet.  Liu Weiwei said: "He won't die, he's just tired." I said word for word: "He is the God of War, he will definitely not die." "Definitely." When Liu Weiwei said these two words, her face was already covered with crystal tears  Tears.  ¡­ The speedboat arrived in Suez at noon. After arriving on the Suez shore, we immediately abandoned the speedboat and transferred to a vehicle to drive to Cairo.  By the time we arrived in Cairo, it was already evening.  At this time, a full ten hours had passed since the third child was injured. I tried to help him perform an artificial heartbeat, but he still had some signs of life.  After arriving at the largest hospital in Cairo, we immediately sent him to the emergency room.  The doctor entered the operating room and I sat outside the operating room door with blood all over my body.  Close your eyes and you can hear your own heartbeat, very vigorous and powerful.  That kind of endless vitality makes me know that I am still alive.  The hands are shaking and the heart is shaking.  As I recalled everything I had experienced in the past few days in my mind, a crippling cold sweat broke out on my back.  War, guns, nuclear bombs that destroy the world, and beliefs that make people crazy!  I don¡¯t believe in God. I have always believed that there is no God in this world.  In fact, there is indeed no God in this world.  But at this moment, I am praying.
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