Chapter 1294 Don't Pretend to Be Dead, Get up and Listen to the Phone (Please Subscribe!)

at this time.

Africa.

South Africa.

within the tribe.

Wei Song was dying with his hands tied behind his back and tied to a wooden stake in a thatched hut. His legs were tied with blood-seeking gauze. There were many scars on his body.

If the chest wants to rise and fall.

show that he is still alive.

anyone.

Had been shot.

Also beaten.

not dead.

It is already tenacious. He knew that he didn't die now because the other party wanted to sacrifice him. It was nothing more than a matter of the past two days. The reason was that he killed an important figure in this tribe.

but.

He has no regrets.

hatred.

reported.

He has no regrets.

In a daze, he seemed to see the figure that worried him, but unfortunately, the promise of going back to marry her this year can only be fulfilled below, "Little salamander, I will come to you soon."

"Bangdang."

A door opened.

Let Wei Song be shocked.

The illusion of confusion was instantly shattered.

"So soon?"

He didn't open his eyes.

He thought that someone was going to beat him again, but after waiting for a while, only the sound of footsteps came, the rope on his body was untied, his legs were weak, and the two left and right held him.

Wei Song still closed his eyes.

then.

His feet were also lifted by the other party, he walked out of the house, walked nearly 100 meters, and was thrown into the back of a pickup truck. The sound of the diesel engine did not need to be guessed at all.

ambient temperature.

Plus the night worms chirping.

It can be concluded that it is night.

"Where are you going at night?" Wei Song was confused.

"Boom..."

A kick of the throttle.

The car sped out.

six minutes later.

Pika left the tribe unimpeded, and more than a hundred people lay in the tribe's peripheral alert system. In order not to intensify the conflict, these people did not die, but just passed the anesthesia.

three hours later.

will wake up.

Until then.

The car had already entered Cape Town.

With the almost non-existent monitoring system here, it is almost impossible to find them. At this point, with the efforts of a group of perverted warriors, the entire operation was over in only forty-five minutes.

. . .

Beijing.

Farmhouse.

The meal is not finished yet.

Pei Yang looked at the time.

It had been an hour since Tang Qing spoke, and even though it had only been a minute, he still felt like he was sitting on pins and needles, and wanted to pull Tang Qing aside and ask him how he was doing.

suddenly.

Tang Qing's cell phone rang.

Then.

Hmm twice.

Tang Qing handed it to Pei Yang, "Young Master Pei, I'm looking for you, find a quiet place to talk."

Take the call.

Pei Yang got up quickly.

Leaving the private room and coming to the yard, he hesitated and said, "You... hello, who are you?" The next moment, on the opposite side, came a cold answer: "Is it Mr. Pei Yang?"

"Yes... it's me." Pei Yang was nervous.

"As entrusted by Mr. Tang, we helped you rescue the person named Wei Song. Now, the person is in the car. I want to know what to do next, send him to Cape Town, or arrange for him to return to Huaxia."

One listen.

Pei Yang almost jumped up.

One hour.

Is it really done?

"Well, can I talk to him now? I don't know his plan either." Pei Yang said hurriedly.

"Well, okay, wait for half a minute, and I'll take it for you."

"thanks, thanks."

. . .

in the car.

Wei Song, who pretended to be unconscious, was kicked.

then.

The words in his ears made him almost scream.

"Don't pretend to be dead, get up and listen to the phone."

I rely on.

This is Chinese.

Wei Song suddenly opened his eyes and found that he was already on the road. On the left and right sides, there were two big black men dressed in ordinary clothes, but they were very burly. Who spoke the Chinese just now?

I am wondering.

One man put a phone in his ear.

Wei Song was puzzled.

The next moment.

His eyeballs were about to come out.

"Hey, hey..."

That. . . That was Pei Yang's voice.

Wei Song was excited.

He hurriedly said, "Brother Pei, is that you?"

Although his tone was a little weak, Pei Yang was sure at once that this was Wei Song, the stone in his heart was finally put down, and these people really rescued Wei Song.

"It's me, it's me, are you all right now?"

Pei Yang cared.

"I'm fine, what's going on?" Wei Song looked at the big black men on the left and right, puzzled.

"After I found out about your accident, I've been trying to find a way. This time, I found a very powerful person. You don't care who it is, and don't ask any more questions. I think they will send you back."

"Brother Pei, I'm causing you trouble."

"What are you talking about, next time, don't be so impulsive and run so far, what the hell did you do to make this tribe arrest you, you'd better leave South Africa as soon as possible, otherwise, they will definitely not let you go."

"Ah? Didn't negotiation save me?"

"Negotiation? How did you come out?"

"..."

After listening to the explanation.

now.

Pei Yang was really confused.

In just a few hours, to find someone and rescue them, the relationship between time is too chaotic. What Wei Song said, so far I haven't heard a single gunshot, so it's not a violent attack.

"..."

Very brain-burning.

So weird.

How did it get done?

"This, I don't know. You tell me first, how did you offend this tribe, don't think about hiding it from me now." Unable to figure it out, Pei Yang had to learn more about the situation.

heard.

Wei Song hesitated for a moment.

start to explain.

After listening.

Pei Yang was silent.

The family's childhood sweetheart and the old husband's family all died at the hands of an important person from that tribe. He went to Africa to find out the truth, and finally avenged his death. Unfortunately, he was finally caught by the bad guys.

wrong.

Finally was rescued.

if so.

There is no possibility of mediation and negotiation. Wei Song killed more than 20 people in the family, negotiating without even thinking about it, "Since you have avenged, then go back to China and don't stay there."

"Brother Pei, if it weren't for negotiation, I'm afraid that some people I know will be retaliated against." Wei Song also heard the clue, and Pei Yang didn't know how he came out. He hated himself a little.

Just now.

Pretend to die.

Nothing was seen.

"..."

Pei Yang paused.

Suddenly he said, "Is that gentleman still here?"

Wei Song is puzzled.

On the phone, a third person's voice appeared.

"exist."

"I want to ask, did you settle it through negotiation?"

Pei Yang asked hurriedly.

"Of course not, sneak in, rescue, in order to avoid intensifying the conflict, we used anesthesia bombs, none of them died, but they will soon find out, and send people to hunt down and investigate."

"So, I suggest that it is better for Mr. Wei Song to leave South Africa as soon as possible, we can arrange transportation for him, and don't mention this to other people."

Pei Yang was stunned.

at the same time.

Also amazed by the abilities of these people.

Anesthesia bomb.

Dare to rush into a tribe with tens of thousands of people to grab people.

Except for the masters of art.

He didn't even know how to describe it.