Great Power Technology

In the fourth week of the implementation of the visa ban policy, the riots in Istanbul further escalated. Various places in the city have become de facto "Chinese prohibited areas", and many shops have even openly posted "Chinese are prohibited from entering" signs.

At the same time, the chaotic crowd began to look for targets in the city. Any Chinese who was alone might be attacked.

What is even more frightening is that in addition to the unexpected gathering areas of the embassy, ​​officials have reported several cases of home invasions and violence and condemned the violence - but the intensity of this condemnation can be said to be minimal.

Wang Yang has not gone out for a whole week. The food and water they stocked up in advance have allowed them to survive the difficult time, but if the situation worsens, they don't know how long they can sustain it.

"How much more food do we have?"

Wang Yang asked his wife while counting the contents of the refrigerator.

"Aren't you counting yourself? You haven't figured it out yet?"

"I can't figure it out, I'm confused. I don't know how long this situation will last."

Seeing his worried expression, his wife gently squeezed his shoulder and comforted him:

"Don't worry, didn't the news say it? The country is already communicating, and it will probably be resolved soon."

"The food we stocked up before can last at least half a month. It's not like we can't solve it in half a month, right?"

Wang Yang shook his head and replied:

"That's not necessarily true. I remember hearing them say that when they were in Lybia, the city was besieged for two months, and many people couldn't drink water in the end."

The wife frowned and said hesitantly:

"It won't get to that point, right? After all, we are not fighting, and the Turkish officials will certainly not dare to do anything about it."

"They don't dare, but these mobs don't necessarily - they don't have to bear legal responsibility, they can do anything."

The wife wanted to refute, but as if in response to what Wang Yang said, bursts of noise suddenly came from outside the window.

Wang Yang stood up in excitement, rushed to the window and looked out, and then he suddenly discovered that at some point, hundreds of people had gathered on the street downstairs.

The team shouted slogans such as "Give us back the market," "Pay up the taxes and fines," and "Chinese people, get out of the Turkish chicken." They moved a Chinese restaurant downstairs that had long been closed. The door was smashed to pieces.

Wang Yang saw that the shopkeeper who was hiding in the shop was dragged to the street. The irrational people swarmed him and punched him. There were even people holding sticks who swung their sticks at the head of the shopkeeper without any mercy.

Wang Yang was frightened by what he saw. He quickly turned back to his wife and said:

"Hurry up and move the sofa over and block the door! We will definitely be discovered here too. The landlord is on the same side as them!"

After hearing her words, the wife first pushed the two children into the bedroom, closed the bedroom curtains, and then told the children to hide under the bed.

"Don't come out. If I let you run away later, take your brother and climb to the first floor from the fire escape outside the window. Don't be afraid, understand?"

The eldest son nodded heavily. At this moment, he finally felt the crisis that was imposed on his family and even his nation.

After locking the bedroom door, the wife turned around and went to the living room. Together with Wang Yang, they blocked the door of the living room with a sofa. The moment they blocked the door, there was a deafening crash outside the door.

"Damn, that's so fast!"

Without stopping, Wang Yang dragged the dining table and chairs from the kitchen and threw them behind the door. Then he directed his wife to call the embassy. The phone was always busy. After finally getting through, the staff on the other side only left them. In one sentence:

"Please hold on for ten more minutes."

Afterwards, the phone hung up and Wang Yang stared blankly at the phone screen. He didn't know what would happen in ten minutes, but he knew that his thin door panel would never last ten minutes.

Someone had already taken a fire ax from the corridor and was breaking into the door. Compared with such a sharp weapon, the alloy door seemed extremely fragile.

What's even worse is that breaking the goal is no longer the biggest crisis.

With such weapons in the hands of the crazy people, who can guarantee that after breaking down the door, they will not swing the ax at themselves and their two children?

Wang Yang rushed to the window again. There was a fire-fighting staircase hanging outside on one side of the balcony. If you climbed over from the balcony, you could go directly down the stairs to the first floor.

But the problem is that there are people guarding the streets now, and going down is no safer than staying indoors.

Just when he hesitated, a scream from his wife suddenly came from the living room. He turned around and saw that the blade of the fire ax had penetrated the door and was stuck there clearly.

"No, you will definitely die if you are trapped in the room. Let's go downstairs first!"

As he spoke, he kicked open the bedroom door, fished his two sons out from under the bed and pulled them to the balcony. Then he carried them out of the balcony one by one and sent them to the fire stairs.

The height at this time was a full 7 stories, and the two young children were frightened. Wang Yang had no choice but to calm his voice and comfort him:

"Don't be afraid, isn't this just like the high-altitude ropeway that Dad took you to play in before? Just pull up the handrails and go down step by step!"

"Remember, when you get to the third floor, stop and wait for dad. Don't go down first. Do you understand?"

The fire stairs are suspended on the second floor, and the bottom step can only be lowered from the top down, so Wang Yang is not worried about thugs on the street coming up the stairs.

"Is there anything else you want to bring?"

The wife was nervously rummaging through a pile of luggage, and the youngest son on the stairs suddenly said:

"Mom, my model!"

The wife quickly opened his suitcase, took out a model and stuffed it into her backpack, then looked at Wang Yang and asked:

"What about you? Do you have any more?"

"Don't worry about it, you don't need to bring anything! We've reached this point, it's useless to bring anything, get down quickly!"

With that said, Wang Yang lifted his wife up, held her hand tightly, and sent her up the fire escalator.

Then, he dragged the last movable sofa and placed it across the glass door of the balcony to hold it tightly, trying to delay the actions of the thugs who were about to rush into the room.

But he also knew that such action was just a kind of psychological comfort, and it could not stop those thugs at all.

Wang Yang stepped out of the balcony and carefully jumped onto the fire stairs opposite. His two sons had already descended to the third floor, while his wife was still waiting for him on the seventh floor.

"Go, go, go!"

As soon as he finished speaking, with a loud bang, the door to the living room was finally opened. Wang Yang looked back for the last time and found that at least a dozen thugs had rushed into the room.

They immediately ran towards the bedroom, which made Wang Yang suddenly regretful.

I should have known better than to drag the sofa to the balcony, which would have revealed the direction of my escape.

However, it was too late to say anything now. All he could do was run down with his family desperately.

However, people on the street had already discovered them. The crowd was gathering in the direction of the fire stairs. Some people started throwing stones and even Molotov cocktails at the stairs. As a last resort, they had to retreat to the fourth floor.

However, the resident on the fourth floor is a Turkish man.

He had already opened his window and called for other thugs to climb out and intercept Wang Yang's family.

despair.

This is the first time in ten years abroad that Wang Yang feels despair.

He still remembered that in the first month after arriving in Turkey, he lost all his identity documents and didn't have a penny on him. In a few days, he might live on the streets or even starve to death.

But he didn't feel any despair. At that time, he relied on his half-baked English to ask the way to the embassy. Finally, with their help, he applied for a new document and settled down.

The embassy can handle such matters, but what about now?

Now that his life is in danger, where is the power of the country?

Wang Yang, who was dressed roughly, sat down on the ground slumped. The youngest son beside him didn't seem to realize the seriousness of the problem. He stretched out his hand and said to his mother:

"Mom, my model."

The wife smiled bitterly and took out the model from her bag. The model was actually very large. Even if she put it in her bag, she could only fit half of it. It took her a long time to pull it out and hand over her youngest son. in hands.

"What should we do now?"

Wang Yang looked at the thugs above who were trying to climb out of the window to the fire stairs, and then glanced at the end of the stairs on the second floor that had been ignited by Molotov cocktails. He sighed helplessly and said:

"What else can we do? It was said to be ten minutes, but how many minutes is it now?"

The wife looked down at her watch and replied:

"How about trying to climb in from the fifth floor in 8 minutes? I remember that the family was quite kind."

However, as soon as she finished speaking, the window on the fifth floor was opened, and thugs holding sticks appeared in the window.

The two looked at each other and fell into silence.

At this time, the only one among the four who could remain calm was the youngest son. He didn't know what happened yet and only regarded the matter as an exciting adventure.

He struggled to hold the model that was a little too big for him with his hands, making a "wow" sound in his mouth, and controlled the model to fly around in the air.

Seeing this scene, Wang Yang couldn't help but feel a little sad. He sighed and asked:

"Tuan Tuan, what kind of plane is this? Can you take us away?"

Tuantuan glanced at Wang Yang, then pouted and replied:

"Dad, this is a bomber, and bombers cannot carry people!"

He held the plane and flew next to Wang Yang. Wang Yang, who was sitting on the ground, felt that his face was shrouded in shadow. He opened his eyes and reached out to grab the plane, but Tuantuan nimbly dodged it.

Wang Yang shook his head helplessly, but the next second.

A huge shadow passed over his face, and he saw the model in his son's hand rising into the air.

No, it wasn't the model that rose into the air, but a giant plane that looked very similar to the model, flying through the sky.

Immediately afterwards, the roar of explosive engines and sonic booms sounded.

The next second, he watched helplessly as the belly of the giant plane opened, and dozens of neatly arranged missiles were exposed to the air.

The crowd fell into silence for a moment.

In this eerie silence, the tail of the second plane that followed poured out dense heat bombs, and the blazing yellow light formed a giant wing. For a moment, the plane seemed to be coming from ashes.

Seeing this scene, Tuantuan said in a relaxed tone:

"The Golden Crow is here!"