Ye Jian also had a gun on her, the QSZ-92, 9mm semi-automatic handgun. It had a full magazine inside, but she couldn’t pull it out now. Petty was currently in a hazardous situation and adding to the fact that there were five people on Pabell’s side,… five people managed to sneak into the Presidential Palace without being noticed. Ye Jian cannot comprehend how the soldiers outside were doing their jobs!
The Chinese head leader was still here, and the five people here remain undetected. It was hard to make sure there aren’t any Al-Qaeda members loitering around the Presidential Palace!
The accompanying Pakistani worker must’ve not noticed anything. The room was fully soundproofed, and he also couldn’t casually enter and exit Petty’s study room … The only solution was to save herself and find a way to notify Xia Jinyuan and the others!
“Hello student from China, I am Petty’s English teacher, it’s nice to meet you.” Pabell, who was dressed in a black shalwar kameez indeed seemed like a middle-aged woman who had received a good education. The gentle gaze in her eyes when she was greeting Ye Jian made it hard to believe that she was a woman who had ties with Al-Qaeda.
She did not walk out; instead, she stood at the doorframe and gazed at Ye Jian with a gentle smile. She noticed that the figure of the little girl from China swayed in place, and she was trying hard not to have a scared look on her face.
“Bring her inside.” She spoke once again, but Pabell wasn’t speaking in English, it was Urdu this time. Her gaze bore into Ye Jian, from gentleness to ice-cold, then, revealing a hint of gloominess.
Ye Jian did not move. Her gaze glanced past Petty, who was pale with fear, then she silently stared at Pabell. Her body stiffened straight… at least in the eyes of others, she was afraid.
One against five. If Petty weren’t here, then she would have at least tried. But now that Petty was taken hostage, she wasn’t allowed to act rashly.
Two of the white-robed Al-Qaeda members walked towards her. They very rudely pushed Ye Jian’s back from behind, until Ye Jian’s whole body plunged forwards.
She stumbled for a couple of steps. Even though both of her hands managed to touch the doorframe, she was unable to steady herself. Her whole body dropped onto the carpeted floor.
Her hands were pressed under her chest. Uncomposed, afraid, helpless, and panic was visible from Ye Jian’s expression. That was the typical reaction a student should have; being too calm was more unnatural.
When she got up, the two bodyguards had already arrived at Ye Jian’s side. They once again used their strength to push her into the classroom. Once the door was closed up, nobody from the outside was able to hear anything going on inside.
A semi-automatic machine gun that had its magazine ejected out was currently sitting quietly in the lounge outside. That was the only signal Ye Jian was able to leave behind, if the gun was safe, then the person was safe. However, if the weapon wasn’t safe, then that means something must have gone wrong with the person.
The meeting between the two country’s leaders was approaching the end. At this time, it had already been an hour since Ye Jian and Petty were taken out of the Presidential Palace, and there was still half an hour until Petty’s class had officially ended.
Xia Jinyuan had taken multiple secret glances at his watch; his heart somehow felt flustered.
He pressed onto his earpiece and said to J5 with a low voice: “Inform the translator, once the meeting ends, immediately escort the head leader out of here.”
“There are still around ten minutes.” The pen in J5’s hand was brushing onto his notebook while writing stuff. He was writing down the head leaders each word. The discussion about land reclamation investment wouldn’t mature in one or two days, they had just entered the central discussion stage; ten minutes was his conservative estimate.
