The Queen of Rebirth

Chapter 31 Hurt for her
"Nice—to—meet—you." James Kos stepped forward to greet Qin Yuanxiu in fluent American English.

Qin Yuanxiu smiled slightly, "Nice—to—meet—you, too."

The two shook hands, greeted each other for a while, and then went straight to the topic.

Dozens of people followed each other behind them. Qin Yuanxiu and James Kos walked in front and walked into the inconspicuous warehouse.

It was very quiet in the warehouse, and everyone was in their respective places.

Qin Yuanxiu asked someone to open the guns they brought. They were all middle- and upper-class goods. James took a serious look, and finally nodded with satisfaction, indicating that his people brought a lockbox, opened it, and stacked it neatly. banknotes, dollars.

Qin Yuanxiu picked up a stack casually and threw it to a man behind him.

The man took it, looked at it with the banknote detector for a while, felt it with his fingers, and said something in Qin Yuanxiu's ear. Qin Yuanxiu smiled at the corner of his mouth and nodded, "It's a very pleasant cooperation. I hope there will be another chance next time."

"Of course!" James Kos said enthusiastically.

The two walked out of the warehouse talking and laughing all the time, and what the people under them should do was orderly.

Song Zhenqian has been observing their movements from the sidelines, but he never thought that the transaction of several million dollars is just such an easy moment.

Outside the warehouse, the footsteps of the two people suddenly stopped.

A woman holding a baby suddenly appeared in front of her. The woman stumbled and fell to the ground for some reason. It was obvious that she was protecting the baby very carefully.

James Kos frowned unhappily, his face was very unhappy, as if the sudden appearance of this local woman affected his mood, he raised his pistol, "Dropdead!"

"NO!" Song Zhenqian suddenly stepped in front of the woman.

Obviously, the civil war in Syria has made the people of Damascus terrified. She speculates that the women of this group should want to smuggle out of the country, go to a safe country to take care of their children, and live a good life.

During this time, Syrians left Syria abound.

James Kos looked at the woman in front of him coldly, "Who—are—you?"

"Sorry. This—is——my——wife." Qin Yuanxiu grabbed her back, grabbed her tightly, and said indifferently in her ear, "Apologize."

"You're crazy, she's going to kill this woman and the baby." Song Zhenqian said coldly.

She can't stand it!
She is not impulsive!
This is nature!
Unless you lose your conscience!

But she, Song Zhenqian, has a naked heart brimming with blood!
"Do you want to die?" Qin Yuanxiu squeezed her arm tightly, and she even felt his suppressed anger, which seemed to break her arm.

"It has nothing to do with whether I want to die or not." Song Zhenqian wanted to get rid of Qin Yuanxiu.

Helpless, Qin Yuanxiu's strength was too great, and she couldn't break free at all.

Qin Yuanxiu's face turned dark instantly.

She could feel the chill radiating from his whole body.

"What—is—wrong?" James Kos looked at them.

"NO." Qin Yuanxiu put on a smile instantly, facing James Kos, "time—is—not—late, we—go—frist."

"OK." James Kos nodded.

"Qin Yuanxiu, I want to take that woman and baby with me." Song Zhenqian roared angrily.

She saw that the mother and son were trembling all the time, if they left, she could imagine what the mother and son would face!
She is not so cruel.

Qin Yuanxiu ignored her, didn't speak, and dragged her away in strides.

The subordinates followed behind.

Song Zhenqian turned her head and saw James Kos holding a pistol ready to shoot at any time. She frowned, took out the pistol in her hand without hesitation, pulled the trigger, and hit James Kos precisely. With the right hand holding the pistol, the sudden sound of gunfire made the whole scene chaotic in an instant.

Qin Yuanxiu gritted his teeth secretly.

He didn't consider that Ou Yao would shoot.

With her personality, she would not be so bold.

He didn't have time to think so much, he pulled her and hid behind the large container next to the warehouse, the gunshots continued to ring in their ears.

This inexplicable war was triggered by Song Zhenqian on the verge of breaking out!
"Where are you going?" Qin Yuanxiu grabbed Song Zhenqian, who was about to go out from behind the container, with a cold expression on his face.

"I'll go find the woman and the baby." Song Zhenqian said firmly.

Qin Yuanxiu looked at her coldly, with a frightening chill all over his body.

Facing Qin Yuanxiu's terror, she just glanced lightly, then turned and ran to the other side.

Beside him, the sound of gunshots continued to sound.

Song Zhenqian stretched out his head, looked at the port where the riots continued, and carefully searched for the two traces. It should be said that the women and babies are safe, and no one is in the mood to talk to those two people now.

Thinking of this, Song Zhenqian rushed out quickly, hid behind another container, and retreated cautiously. Suddenly, a movement around her alertly made her raise her pistol and pull the trigger.

"Ah, ah..." It was a panicked cry of a woman.

"Don't scream!" Song Zhenqian covered the woman's mouth violently.

The woman looked at her in horror.

"Come with me." Song Zhenqian said.

The woman still looked at her in horror and bewilderment.

Only then did Song Zhenqian remember that this was Syria, and the two of them had language barriers to communicate, so they gestured for her to follow him.

It took a long time for the woman to understand Song Zhenqian's meaning and nodded.

They cautiously shuttled between the containers. The most urgent task now is to meet Qin Yuanxiu. Xin Qiu and He Zijin are waiting for them not far away, so they should be able to escape safely.

Suddenly there was the sound of a baby crying.

Song Zhenqian turned around abruptly, "What's wrong?"

The woman murmured.

Song Zhenqian couldn't understand.

The women hurriedly lifted their clothes and poured breast milk into the babies' mouths.

As soon as the baby smelled the mother's frankincense, it arched its small mouth and began to suck, looking extremely satisfied. That should be the happiest scene in the world.

Song Zhenqian couldn't help but pull out a slight smile from the corner of his mouth.

"Hey! Girl!" Behind him, there was a voice that seemed to be a smile but not a smile.

Song Zhenqian was taken aback, raised his pistol, turned around, and looked at James Kos, whose hands were wrapped in a white cloth, with a cruel smile on his lips, perhaps deliberately forbearing, and the scar on his forehead trembling faintly.

(End of this chapter)