The Almighty Taoist of the Beautiful President

Chapter 251 Yang Dongchen's Cage
In the oasis of the Syrian desert, on the edge of the ancient city of Palmyra, the Syrian government army, the opposition Freedom Army, and the Holy Army of the Islamic State are at the forefront of the melee of the three armies.

This city of Palmyra is a pearl in the Arabian Nights of the ancient country, a famous cultural city with a history of more than 2000 years, only more than 200 kilometers away from the capital Damascus, but now, the ancient city is full of elan Black flag of Sri Lanka.

In the neutral zone [-] kilometers away from the desert oasis, there are tents and military installations everywhere. Armed off-road vehicles and tanks drive back and forth, and countless mercenaries are stationed here.

There are even temporary bars and restaurants here.

At this time, in a dim bar, Yang Dongchen was holding a small suitcase, drinking the local black tequito uneasily.

With a sound of wow, Yang Dongchen spit out his mouthful of wine, so disgusted that he almost vomited.

"What kind of weird thing is this? It smells like camel urine." Yang Dongchen gritted his teeth, wiped the sweat from his forehead, and saw the pitch black on the paper towel, which was the rust that filled the air after the artillery fire.

He sighed deeply, as if he had aged ten years in an instant.

Yang Dongchen has never missed Huaxia, Jiangning, or even his hometown that he hasn't been back to for more than ten years.

How nice it would be to have a bowl of millet porridge from my hometown at this time.

Yang Dongchen shook his head violently, his blood-red eyes flickering non-stop: "Li Changan, I haven't been defeated yet, you never would have imagined that I would escape to the most chaotic place in the world, don't you want to deal with me like you dealt with Gu Ziming .”

Yang Dongchen straightened up, and a bearded Middle Eastern man came over from outside.

The Middle Eastern man sat opposite Yang Dongchen, Yang Dongchen felt a chill down his waist in an instant, the rifle hidden under the table by the Middle Eastern man pressed against his belly, and then grinned and asked, "Are you that Chinese man?"

Yang Dongchen took a deep breath: "Yes, my middleman should explain the situation to you."

The Middle Eastern man showed his thick white teeth: "Do you want to join the Islamic State?"

Yang Dongchen pushed the leather bag in his hand, and said in stuttering English: "I have money, 500 million US dollars, all of which can be dedicated to you. I am in Huaxia, and I am the vice president of a large group. I have rich management experience. It must be useful to you."

The Middle Eastern man gave him a cold look: "So, do you believe in Allah?"

Yang Dongchen had thought of this problem a long time ago, and said in a deep voice, "I am a lost lamb and need the guidance of Allah. It is precisely because I need this kind of guidance in the dark that I gave up everything to join you."

The Middle Eastern man nodded: "Follow me."

Holding the leather bag, Yang Dongchen stood up excitedly, followed the Middle Eastern man out of the bar, wandered around in the noisy tent, and finally came to the outside of the mercenary base, in front of a house converted from a large truck transporting missiles.

Yang Dongchen looked around, the surroundings were silent, far away from the mercenary base, which made him stop uncomfortably.

The Middle Eastern man turned his head and glanced at him: "Do you regret it?"

Yang Dongchen looked at the rifle in his hand and couldn't help shivering: "No, no, I want to pee."

The man raised his gun and pressed it against his balls: "I can help you solve this embarrassing problem."

Yang Dongchen peed his pants, so he had no choice but to bite the bullet and get into the car cabin.

There were bright gasoline lamps hanging in the room. Before Yang Dongchen could see the people inside clearly, his eyes were dark, his head was covered with a black bag, and his spine was numb, and he was firmly tied to the chair with wire.

He struggled, calling for help vaguely.

With a bang, the black bag was uncovered, and the eyes were too bright to open.

The Middle Eastern man was holding a Damascus knife, and two guys next to him rushed over and held Yang Dongchen's head, pried open his mouth with a magazine case, and then a line of blood flew out, half of Yang Dongchen's tongue was beating on the Damascus knife stand up.

A handful of yellow styptic powder was stuffed into his mouth, and the black bag was covered again. The Middle Eastern man shook the knife, swayed in place, and then threw the half of his tongue on the flaming gasoline baking barrel, and threw a piece of butter. Going up, there was a sizzling sound...

Yang Dongchen has been in a coma for a long time. When he opened his eyes, he found himself in a pit surrounded by damp, and there were some weird bugs crawling around. His whole mouth was numb, but his feet were soft. When he looked down, he saw a Only exposed hands, two thighs.

Yang Dongchen vomited, with blood foam and medicinal powder, and then his whole body became hot, as if he had been put into a boiling water pot.

He was in a coma for several hours, and when he opened his eyes again, he was lying on a dirty and worn-out bed with an IV in his hand.

This is a small house, although dirty and smelly, but compared to that pit, it is heaven.

Yang Dongchen struggled to stand up, and desperately touched a cigarette case, then pulled out the needle on his wrist, stained with his own blood, and wrote something on the cigarette case.

The door opened with a snap, and a middle-eastern man walked in. Yang Dongchen desperately held up the cigarette case, pointed at the English on it, and made a gurgling sound.

The Middle Eastern man took a closer look: "Five million dollars, let you go, give it all to us?"

Yang Dongchen nodded, nodding fiercely.

The Middle Eastern man grinned, took out a fax paper from his pocket, and threw it in front of him.

Yang Dongchen picked it up tremblingly. It was a wanted reward from the underground world. It was him who offered the reward, but it was worth 1000 million U.S. dollars...

Yang Dongchen lay powerlessly on the bed, picked up the infusion needle and stabbed himself in the throat.

With a click, the Middle Eastern man rushed up and broke his hand, making a hesitant sound: "You are worth 500 million U.S. dollars."

Yang Dongchen lay on the bed, howling in despair.

He fell into a coma again, and this time when he woke up, the bed under him was very soft, and it was changed to another place. The sheets were all white, and there was even a plate of fresh grapes on the table next to him.

A gleam of hope flashed in Yang Dongchen's eyes. There were footsteps outside, but it was still the Middle Eastern man who came in.

He lifted Yang Dongchen up, threw him onto the wheelchair beside the bed, and said in a low voice: "Someone has brought money to redeem you, it seems that we are going to part."

Yang Dongchen peed on his pants again, and the Middle Eastern man stuck out his tongue and licked it: "When I say goodbye, I have to tell you that your tongue is delicious when roasted."

The Middle Eastern man went out, and Yang Dongchen vomited again with a wow.

After a while, the door opened, and a Chinese man walked in, sat opposite Yang Dongchen, and handed him a cigarette.

Yang Dongchen hooted in surprise, the Chinese man lit a cigarette for him, then opened the dirty briefcase, took out a stack of white paper and a ballpoint pen.

This Chinese man was wearing a greasy jacket, his hair was fluffy, but his eyes were bright.

Yang Dongchen smoked a cigarette, picked up a pen and wrote: "Take me to the Chinese embassy, ​​I want to go back to China, I am willing to go back to jail, I am a sinner!"

The Huaxia man on the opposite side looked at the words on the paper and smiled slightly: "Let me introduce myself, my surname is Zhang, I am a lawyer by profession, and I work for Mr. Li Chang'an!"

(End of this chapter)