Chapter 10 Armed Escort (Part 2)

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  He walked to the door, several US soldiers were guarding at the entrance of the store - this was the escort Zhao Hengyang brought, temporarily acting as a guard outside the hotel. A small car was destroyed, two dry tires were full of bullet holes, and the top and doors of the car were blown away. The driver lay beside the car with his eyes wide open, a pool of blood on the ground next to his head, but one foot still rested on the steering column. Not far away, there were two injured Iraqis, several US soldiers were rescuing them. A US soldier ran over and reported: "Sir, it was a terrorist suicide attack, the terrorist drove a sedan towards the hotel, refused to stop for inspection, and was shot down by us on the spot. The terrorist then detonated the bomb, injuring two pedestrians, but causing no other damage."

  "Alright." Laim nodded, it seemed that this attack was aimed at him. Had he been followed by Immani's people? He couldn't help but worry, and it was for Zhao Hengyang's sake. If Immani found out that Zhao Hengyang was with him, would the target of the attack be shifted to Zhao Hengyang? After some thought, to be on the safe side, he put his gun back in its holster and returned to Zhao Hengyang's side, saying: "I'll walk with you."

  "Where to?" Zhao Hengyang was puzzled.

  "Jordan, Amman Airport."

  "Trouble you to make a big trip, back and forth nearly two thousand kilometers." Zhao Hengyang said disbelievingly.

  "It doesn't matter." Laim opened the Hummer car door, changed into a uniform, and let Zhao Hengyang sit in the passenger seat.

  Three armored vehicles, two in front and one behind, escorted the Hummer on its way. Laim looked at his watch, 8:43, if everything went smoothly on the road, they would arrive in Amman tomorrow morning, and Zhao Hengyang could safely board the plane by noon.

  The car drove along the street out of Baghdad, and the night was getting darker. Due to the incomplete recovery of power, the city was shrouded in darkness, with only a few lights flickering like stars in some houses. There were few pedestrians on the streets, and the car drove very fast. In more than half an hour, the car had left Baghdad and sped towards Jordan.

  Zhao Hengyang's heart was not calm, feeling that the mystery on the body of this **stationed Iraqi officer Laim** was too much. He had only been in Iraq for over a decade, how did Laim know his whereabouts? How did he clearly know his phone number? How did he understand so many things about him? And how did he get the "he Da Shu" password that he and his father had agreed upon? One thing was certain, Laim had no intention of harming him. Just based on the current situation, who could mobilize so many armed personnel to escort him alone to the airport if not a close relative or friend? He couldn't help but say: "Mr. Laim, you know too much about me, can we have a detailed talk about your personal matters?"

  "No problem." Rhyme smiled slightly, "I was born in a small town in California, graduated from West Point, received a bachelor's degree from Stanford University and a master's degree in anthropology from Harvard University. I am fluent in English, French, Russian, Arabic, and Chinese. I served in the Air Force and Marine Corps, entered the Investigation Bureau as a lieutenant general, and was dispatched to Iraq in early April as a military attaché, responsible for intelligence work on anti-American armed forces."

  "Is that all?"

  "That's all."

  "You're introducing your resume, are you thinking of applying to our company?" Zhao Hengyang smiled, "You, can't you say something... like stories about middle school romance or crashing into a gate while driving."

  "I didn't have any of those things, like puppy love or crashing the gate." Laim pretended to be confused. "Oh, I see, you want me to talk about when I was a kid? When I was a kid, I wasn't very likable, always getting into fights with people... One time, I was playing basketball in front of my house and broke the neighbor's window. The neighbor came out chasing me, so I threw a watermelon rind at him. He stepped on it and slipped, landing on his butt... As a result, my dad made me kneel on the board for a whole night..."

  "Huh? You even know this?" Laimu said, still talking about Zhao Hengyang's childhood anecdotes. Zhao Hengyang's mouth was wide open, and he felt like a transparent person in front of Laimu, who seemed to know everything about him. It was too unbelievable, so he weakly asked, "Mr. Laimu, what kind of person are you? Did the CIA give you an award for collecting my childhood anecdotes?"

  "What do you think?" Lyme asked with a hint of teasing as he looked at him.

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