Gao Yang, who hadn't smoked cigarettes for three years, slowly spit out a cigarette ring. He had thrown more than a dozen cigarette butts at his feet, most of which had not finished smoking, and there was still a long half left. The mixed cigarette was too difficult for Gao Yang to smoke, so he was still used to smoking flue-cured tobacco.

After extinguished Gao Yang extinguished the burning cigarette butt in his hand, he looked at Cui Bo with a calm face and suddenly felt a little annoyed. He walked to Cui Bo who was sitting on a chair and was slapped on Cui Bo's head, and then whispered: "You heartless guy, the Russians are still undergoing surgery inside. You just wipe your gun! According to common sense, should you comfort me now and say Grolev is definitely fine!"

Cui Bo raised his head blankly, looked at Gao Yang with a confused look on his face, and said, "Ah! Ah? Oh, didn't the Russians go for surgery? What are you still worried about? He is not giving birth, why are you wandering around?"

"You, you, you..."

Gao Yang was speechless. He pointed at Cui Bo for a long time, but didn't know what to say. Perhaps for Cui Bo, sending the Russians into the operating room means nothing is wrong. Gao Yang didn't know how to explain to Cui Bo, the second-hand man. In the operating room transformed by a bedroom, he asked an old man who looked very unreliable to undergo surgery. The operation has been done for four hours, and no movement has come from inside. If this means it is definitely nothing is wrong, it can only mean that either Cui Bo is really a second-hand man, or Cui Bo is extremely energetic.

Looking at Gao Yang who was anxious, a Arab who was sitting on the side with a calm face suddenly said, "Be quieter. If your friend still has it, he will definitely be fine. If your friend is not saved, it will be useless for anyone to come. I have told you that the old man who entered is the best doctor in Libya and a world-class doctor, so the surgery has not been completed yet, which means that the situation is good."

Gao Yang smiled bitterly and said, "Thank you, Mr. Abdul, I believe what you said, but I am still worried."

Abdul was Morgan's agent in Libya. He was in his forties and looked no different from the locals, but his style of speaking and doing things was typical American. As far as Gao Yang knew, Abdul was originally a Libyan, but he went to the United States when he was very young.

Abdul stood up, asked for a cigarette box and a lighter from Gao Yang's hand, and after lit a cigarette for himself, he said calmly: "You said you wanted to smoke, but you never said you would finish all my cigarettes, and it was very wasteful. You have to know that this is an Arab country and it is difficult to buy cigarettes."

"Sorry, I'm a little too nervous. Please understand, the one who is undergoing the surgery is my friend, and I can't calm down."

Abdul looked at Cui Bo, then looked at Gao Yang, and suddenly said, "In comparison, your sniper friend is much calmer than you. He never expressed any irritability. You should learn from him."

Gao Yang opened his mouth wide, and after a while he was stunned, he said embarrassedly: "Please, isn't he called calm? He is just heartless and natural daze? Do you know what natural daze means?"

Abdul shook his head and said, "You are very impatient now. Is this useful to your friends? If it is useless, why not be as calm as a sniper?"

Gao Yang was speechless. He thought about Abdul's words carefully and felt that nothing was wrong. Cui Bo could be said to be heartless, or he would be calm when encountering anything. This kind of sniper needs very much, and most successful snipers also have this heartless ability.

Gao Yang touched his head, sat back in the seat awkwardly, trying his best to calm himself down. At this time, Cui Bo, who couldn't understand what Gao Yang and Abdul were saying suddenly, "Brother Yang, if the Russians are fine, you should find a way to return to China quickly."

Gao Yang smiled bitterly and said, "Stop teasing, why are you going back to China now? The Russians don't know what's going on. Besides, how can I go back."

Abdul suddenly said in a slightly weird Chinese: "Mr. Morgan told me that you will arrange for you to return home immediately whenever you have the chance. He said you miss home very much. If you want, I can arrange for you to leave immediately."

Gao Yang said in surprise: "You can still speak Chinese?"

"I can speak twelve languages. As for Chinese, in addition to speaking ordinary languages, I can also speak Cantonese, Sichuan dialect and Shanghai dialect a little bit. You can talk to me in the dialect you like."

Gao Yang shook his head and said, "Forget it, I don't know anything except Mandarin. If you speak Cantonese to me, you might as well speak English to me. Well, I know why Mr. Morgan asked you to be his agent. You must be an elite talent trained by the CIA."

Abdul curled his lips and said, "That's a thing of the past. You haven't answered me yet. Do you want to leave?"

Of course Gao Yang wanted to go back. After nodding vigorously, Gao Yang couldn't help but say strangely: "Didn't the airport be closed? When we came, the plane was still landing on a highway. Are you planning to take off on the highway? Or, can you send me out of Libya and leave from another country? But I don't have a passport and I can't buy a plane ticket."

Abdul smiled and said, "Just leave the matter to me, you don't have to worry about the rest."

As soon as Abdul finished speaking, the door of the operating room that had been tightly closed finally opened. An old man with gray hair looked tired and leaned weakly on the door frame and said: "The operation is very successful. He is completely out of danger. As long as the medicine is effective, he will wake up. I did it as you ask. When will you let our family leave Libya?"

Abdul said expressionlessly: "Please let me go, my friend is going in. As for your affairs, don't worry. After the subject of your surgery is completely restored, I will send you to any country you want to go to."

Gao Yang knew why Abdul was able to find the best surgeon in Libya. It turned out that he didn't think he could spend money, but that he could send the doctor's family abroad when facing chaos.

After thanking the doctor sincerely, Gao Yang and Cui Bo entered the operating room, where a man and a woman were taking care of Grolev. They were the doctor's assistants and the doctor's children.
Chapter completed!