2023: C2023 Damascus

C2023 Damascus

Three days later, at night.

Above Damascus.

"Mr. Xia, we have reached Damascus." In a large transport plane, a Russian military officer politely told a young Grand China boy who was napping.

This young man from Grand China was Xia Lei. He flew straight to Russia from Italy and then to Syria from Russia. The An225 was almost specially designed for him, but it was also expensive, two million dollars.

Xia Lei opened his eyes, his mind was in a trance, he had just woken up, "Have you arrived?"

"We're here, Mr. Xia." The Russian officer said: "We will land at the airbase in the outskirts of Damascus. We will control the base and you will be safe there. But if you leave, we won't be able to guarantee your safety. "

Xia Lei laughed, "I am responsible for my own safety, all you need to do is send me to the ground. "Well, give me another car."

The Russian officer said, "No problem, I will prepare a military SUV for you, as well as weapons and ammunition. "If you need bodyguards, then..."

"I don't need bodyguards." Xia Lei said.

"Then I understand." The Russian officer also smiled. "Mr. Xia, your Russian is really good."

Xia Lei said: "When we reach your base, you will receive the last payment of one million dollars."

"Happy cooperation." The Russian officer shook Xia Lei's hand.

An 225 swooped down and landed at a military base on the western outskirts of Damascus.

A dozen minutes later, a Camas military armored SUV left the air base and headed for Damascus. The Russian officer originally prepared some weapons and ammunition for Xia Lei, but Xia Lei did not take them. The current him did not need a weapon. To him, his own body was his most powerful weapon.

The lights of Damascus were sparse under the night sky, giving off the impression that it could sink into complete darkness at any moment.

If God loves a man, he will settle him in Damascus.

It was a compliment to Damascus, an ancient city of more than four thousand years, but not just a compliment. Before the Arab Spring Movement, this place was indeed a peaceful and beautiful city, with a reputation as a paradise on earth. But now, it was crying. Syria is an ancient country in ruins, where children and women bleed every day and men die every day.

Some people said that it was the price of freedom.

But was that really the case?

There were almost no cars on the road, so Xia Lei drove the Camas Land Cruiser quickly to the checkpoint where they entered the city. He handed over the pass that the Russian officer had given him and easily crossed the checkpoint into Damascus.

There were no streetlights, no pedestrians, and most of the houses were dark from lack of electricity. The Camas Land Cruiser drove down the street, occasionally peeking out of the roadside windows.

Half an hour later, the Camas Expedition Vehicle stopped in front of a hotel beside the Omayyad Mosque. It was one of the few hotels that were still in operation, Xia Lei had also been attracted by its lights.

The name of the hotel was "Romantic Rose". It was a modern building that was more than ten stories tall. It stood tall on the ancient street, looking particularly striking.

In front of the hotel was the square of the Omayyad Mosque, with its ancient majesty, domes and towers, and the statue of Saladin standing in front of it.

With the pass given by the military officer, Xia Lei quickly settled the registration process and moved into the hotel. His room was on the fifth floor of the hotel, and when he opened the window he could see the square and the Omayyad mosque in full view.

"Xiaoqian." When he was looking out of the window at the Omayyad mosque, Xia Lei woke up Xiaoqian's second form.

"Master, do you miss me?" A virtual woman appeared beside Xia Lei. She wore a black robe, had a black veil, brown curly hair and brown eyes. Although she did not reveal it, the part under the black robe that should have been big and the part that should have been raised up was also big. Her figure was tall and slender, plump and sexy.

This was typical of Arab beauties.

Xia Lei was already used to her changing his image with the environment, he immediately went straight to the point, "What's the situation with Maria and Scarlett?"

"They are already in Iceland. They are preparing the station according to your plan. They are safe. Master, you don't have to worry about them. I was protecting their information from the CIA at all times. At the same time, I'm sending the wrong message to the CIA, who are in Russia. When the CIA is sure it's a fake, I'll put another one on. " Xiaoqian said.

"Yes." Xia Lei nodded his head, "What's the situation at home?"

"The ladies are watching Pirates of the Caribbean. Do you want me to set up a video call?" Xiaoqian asked.

Xia Lei hesitated for a while, but eventually gave up, "No need, I'll contact them in a few days." After a pause, he continued, "Give me Aleppo's information."

"The city has become a ghost town. Government forces and the Free Armed Forces are fighting each other every day. Many fled, and some were trapped in the city. Terrorist organizations were also operating there, maiming civilians there. In short, I describe it as hell on earth, where every inch of land is stained with Syrian blood and tears. " The beauty in the Middle East said.

"I know." Xia Lei said: "Immediately write an email on my behalf to the most reputable reporter here. In your letter, you told the reporter, in your capacity as Xia Shen Sheng, that I would save the people of that city and bring them warmth and hope. I have already prepared myself to be interviewed by her. During the interview, I will be the one to establish the Rescue Institute in Syria ? "

"Master, you and the Catholics are in the Rescue Institute Envelope. The people here all believe in Islam." Xiaoqian could not help but interrupt Xia Lei.

"It is a charity and I will not force anyone to join or change their faith. The Rescue Institute here will only help those who need help. When the Rescue Institute is established, I will inject one billion dollars to hire local volunteers to take care of the operations of the Rescue Institute. " Xia Lei said.

"So it's like this. I've already written it down. Master, do you need to take a look?" Xiaoqian asked.

Xia Lei said: "No need, you just have to take responsibility for such a small matter. "Let's do it like this, let's get back to work."

Xiaoqian disappeared.

One billion dollars wasn't enough to save all the suffering people, but it was his attitude and his intention.

That was why he had come to Damascus instead of going directly to Aleppo. His purpose was to absorb the energy of the negative desires here, sadness, despair, hatred, fear, etc., but he was not the kind of person to eat an overlord's meal. Now that he was here, he wanted to do something for the suffering people here.

A group of young men and women, dozens of them, suddenly appeared in the square of the Omayyad Mosque. They lit dozens of candles in the center of the square, put some flowers in it, and then stood quietly around the candles.

Xia Lei's heart was moved. He opened the window and directly jumped down from the fifth floor's room.

No one noticed this terrifying scene. The streets outside the hotel were completely empty.

Xia Lei walked to the plaza, he moved closer to the group of youths, and only then did he see a photo that was placed next to a candle. It was a picture of a little girl, not one of those innocent little girls. Her eyes were closed and her face was smeared with blood. Her legs were gone, and she was lying in ruins with an old, dirty Baba doll beside her.

It was not hard to see that the Syrian youths were holding a memorial service for a little girl who had been killed.

This photo had touched Xia Lei's heart. What kind of person could do something to such a cute child?

"Hey!" "Who are you?" A young man holding a mobile phone outside noticed Xia Lei and questioned him. His tone was not polite.

Xia Lei looked at him, and said in Arabic: "I am the same as you, I am here to pay my respects to this child."

Most of the gazes shifted to him, some vigilant, some curious, and some even a little aggressive.

"Do you know the child?" The Syrian youth who was holding a camera phone walked towards Xia Lei.

Xia Lei shook his head, "I don't, but is that important?"

The Syrian youth holding the phone walked in front of Xia Lei, his tone aggressive. "Are you here to show your kindness and benevolence? Or what you call the values of freedom? Go, all of you are not welcome here as hypocrites! "

Xia Lei shrugged his shoulders, "I'm not an American, I'm from the Grand China."

"Scram!" The young man holding the phone suddenly reached out his hand to push Xia Lei.

Xia Lei did not retaliate. Instead, he very cooperatively retreated a few steps and stagger, as if he was about to be pushed down.

"What are you doing?" A brown haired young lady stood up and said unhappily: "He has no ill intentions. The Grand China he mentioned is a friendly country that loves peace."

"Yusna, watch your words! I am a man! " The young man called Ekram said angrily, "You're a woman, how dare you talk to me like that in front of an outsider?"

When he was speaking, Ehammad suddenly walked towards Yusna.

Yusna's expression immediately became anxious, and she subconsciously retreated, but at that moment, two Syrian youths came from the side, blocking her way of retreat.2

Women did not have much status in this land, no matter how reasonable they were, they could not complain. Whatever a man said, that was what he meant. He couldn't go against it. Yusna looked at Xia Lei who was still a child and couldn't help but stop Emanuel. However, he didn't expect that Yusna had angered Emanuel and caused trouble.

The group of young people were all students from Damascus, because the war school was in a state of semi-suspension and almost never attended classes. Ahab was the leader of the group. His father was an official and his family was rich. His brother-in-law was also in the army, and his position was not low. It had been Ahab's idea to come here tonight to film a memorial service for a little girl who had died. He was good at using the Internet to gain a good reputation for himself and his family.

For Yusna, provoking such a person was indeed a big trouble.

"Hey!"

Just as Ahmad was about to do something to punish Yusna, a childish voice came from behind.

Xia Lei's voice said, "Apologize to me."

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