Chapter 27: Accepting an Interview

  The mercenaries under my command moved over two stools and handed them to the two white men, indicating that they could sit down. My voice remained steady, seemingly without a hint of fluctuation. In fact, these words were spoken by Hassan standing behind me in English, while I had previously communicated with Hassan about what I wanted to say.

  "We can start the interview now, please forgive me for having you come all this way, actually there was no other choice, you exposed my address on Facebook but I don't blame you, after all it's a good topic, Gaza saint, I like this topic."

  The two white men gradually got used to the light, and a faint smile seemed to acknowledge my point of view. They stopped looking at the only source of light in the room and began to tidy up their camera equipment by the light source, preparing to start the interview. When they were all set, one stood aside with the camera, and the other sat across from me, ready to begin recording. To be honest, I was a bit puzzled at this point - I had never heard of the American news and world report they mentioned before. If it weren't for Hassan and Sui telling me that this was a very famous publication in the US, I would have been even more depressed by these two guys holding cameras - do publications use photography?

  These two grandsons are really depressing, these two guys were evacuated from nearby residents when my residence was bombed two days ago, these two bastards came to interview me, I don't know how they knew there was such a person as me and found my place of residence. These two people were filming when my house was bombed, and then the second blog post appeared on Facebook, titled "The Ascension of the Saint". But unexpectedly, the Facebook of this American journalist named Howard Stock directly caught fire, unexpectedly my "death" became the third hot search on Google in the US, just like that I suddenly became popular.

  I have no idea how hot it can get, but after my house was bombed, I asked the kid what route he took to find out that he would be bombed. Unexpectedly, this little guy brought his computer in front of me, opened a social networking page, and found my photo, which was a picture of me with several mercenaries going out. At the same time we were looking at things, this account posted a new log, which was a picture of my house being blown up into the sky. However, this person didn't mention why he would be invited to the street to avoid bombing, it seems that he is also afraid that I will retaliate against him, and this person has also figured out what's going on.

  This Howard is not a fool, he understands that he may have exposed my address, and it was only half an hour after this blog post was updated that my residence was bombed. I didn't think that because of the influence of this social networking site, I would be attacked. But he doesn't know if I'm really dead or not, unexpectedly, soon after, in Gaza City, he found me again and followed me once more. This time, while he was secretly taking pictures of me, he was caught alive by the mercenaries brought by the fragment that I had sent to pursue him. He shouldn't have posted his movements online as well, we were able to catch him by following these pieces of information.

  I didn't expect that this guy still wanted to interview me. After hearing the intention conveyed by the mediator, I also thought it was a good opportunity to clear my name. I don't want to be constantly bombarded by Israel, so I arranged for this interview meeting to clarify things.

  "Are you ready, sir? We can start now. Do you need any further preparation?" Howard asked me a few questions after everything was ready, and when I nodded, he gave a nod to his assistant, and the recording began.

  "Sir, are you the 'Gaza Saint' who has been trending on the internet recently?" Howard asked programmatically.

  "If you're asking about that one who's very popular on Facebook, I think it's me." I replied with a faint smile.

  "Can you introduce yourself? Who are you, and why were you targeted by the Israeli Air Force in an airstrike that hit your residence, which was officially announced at 2:15 am on July 3 as Operation Lead Casting, a strike on a residential building in Gaza City, successfully killing Hamas's No. 4 figure, Wirsen Wang? Is this your real name?"

  I thought for a moment, put down the thick national flag, and called Hassan to my side, abandoning the originally prepared speech, ready to answer questions personally. Howard, sitting across from me, also showed a look of understanding on his face, apparently he had known I would do so, in his eyes, someone who dared to walk on the road after being bombed was absolutely not just as described in the speech he was given.

  "I speak Chinese, let my assistant translate. I am not a Hamas No. 4 figure, but just a Burmese-Chinese, named Welson Wang, currently the chairman of a relatively well-known paid service company. My identity was misinterpreted and my residence was bombed simply because my company is committed to providing humanitarian aid to the besieged Gaza City. My company has been transporting essential goods and food to the Gaza Strip, which cannot get enough food and living materials due to the blockade. Maybe this is why Israel bombed me."

  Under Hassan's reminder, I had Jiao Ge forge another identity for me, which is this Weirson Wang. After hearing my words, Howard's eyes became brighter and brighter, it seems that this is the news he wants, only such information is truly valuable, and can be published in his journal.

  I didn't wait for him to ask and continued, "You know I'm here on behalf of a Chinese mining company to help take care of one of their projects, an engineering project that had to be stopped due to Israeli airstrikes. Israel has been blockading Gaza, constantly conducting airstrikes and various attacks, just to make it impossible for people to live there. Regardless of the territorial disputes between them, in this situation, they still close the country's customs and border crossings, not even allowing a single grain of food into Gaza, nor permitting any humanitarian organization to provide aid to Gaza. I think such behavior is anti-human."

  "What you're saying is that you weren't directly involved in Hamas' leadership of the Gaza Strip? Is that correct?" Howard's interest was piqued by my words, and he began to ask questions on his own initiative.

  "Yes, I'm just an ordinary businessman. I came to the Gaza Strip to take care of a construction team sent by my client's company because they were afraid of Israeli bombing and didn't dare to resume work. So I organized them to study corporate culture, but somehow it was rumored that I was a holy war preacher."