Everyone witnessed Wang Haicong, who had always been calm and light, was holding Zhizhu, lost his composure. He yelled hysterically and shot with a gun in the sky. However, everyone did not understand Wang Haicong's behavior. He was not venting his hatred for the bandits, but expressed his anger towards his incompetence in this way.

Zamboyan is in war, and even a fully armed squad can hardly protect its own safety. Instead, it will be hit by the government forces and anti-government forces because of its armed nature. Wang Haicong still makes an wise choice to withdraw from Manila when his emotions are out of control.

Manila is the capital of the Philippines, and its safety is relatively guaranteed. Zang Hai's broken hand injury can be hospitalized for treatment, and Wang Haicong can also be in charge of commanding and rescue Liu Kunlun.

There is no need to call the police for this matter. The police cannot deal with anti-government forces, and it is useless to mobilize the army. The non-government is busy and has no energy to care about the life and death of a foreigner. The current President Arroyo and the Wang family have no close contacts and cannot count on them. The only way at the moment is to pay as agreed to redeem the person.

However, Liu Kunlun and Huang He never returned, and there was no news since then. Wang Haicong's satellite phone was placed outdoors for 24 hours, but it never rang. Other contact information was blank. The government news was that the army defeated the Moro guerrillas and regained Zamboanga. The Moro armed forces were killed by hundreds of people, and the identities of these corpses were not able to be distinguished at all.

Wang Haicong asked General Santiago to send a company of troops to protect Zang Hai into the war zone to search for Liu Kunlun's whereabouts, but still found nothing.

Mendoza's people would never let millions of dollars go, so there is only one possibility, that is, Liu Kunlun and this group of armed personnel died in a melee, and they did not survive.

After the war, black smoke spread everywhere in the suburbs of Sanbaoyan, and the corpses were smelly. The bodies quickly corrupted in the scorching heat in the tropical areas and had to be burned or buried. The jungle and mountains were boundless. Zang Hai was about to cry without tears. He raised his left arm without hands and wiped his nose, paused his feet and shouted: "Brother Kunlun, where are you!"

There is only the echo of the mountains.

...

In Beijing, in a private medical institution sponsored by the Wang Consortium, Wang Huayun, who successfully completed the operation, was lying on the bed with the windows closed and the fresh air system inside, isolated from the atmosphere outside. The chief butler Chao Xiaochuan was wearing a sterile suit and reported to the boss about what happened in the Philippines, and did not dare to hide it at all.

"I'm very relieved." Wang Huayun said, "What I fear the most is brothers' fight, and now I can rest assured."

"Young Master Cong didn't even come back for your surgery for your younger brother. The relationship between the two brothers is really nothing to say." Chao Xiaochuan exclaimed, "I am a treacherous minister, but I am not only unable to destroy the relationship between the two brothers, but also trapped myself. Cong said less, I won't need me in the future. Boss, you have to make the decision for me."

Wang Huayun glanced at him: "You are doing things for me after all, do you understand?"

"I understand, boss." Chao Xiaochuan didn't dare to talk anymore and honestly took his leave.

The interior has returned to quietness. Wang Huayun took out a high-resolution electronic photo frame, and the memory contains photos of his two sons. He looked at them one by one. After seeing the eldest son, he looked at their second son, their appearance and figure, and every detail, he was full of interest.

The indoor telephone rang, and the nurse said that Lin Haiying was visiting, and Wang Huayun was very happy and asked the nurse to let someone in.

Lin Haiying came in wearing a sterile suit, with a sad face. She sat on the stool in front of the bed and first asked about her father's condition. Then she mentioned Liu Kunlun, who was missing. Wang Huayun comforted her daughter and said that I had put pressure on Arroyo through the diplomatic department and asked the Philippine government to help find someone, and I believe it will be found soon.

"Haikun has always been alert. He has experienced so many storms and waves. I believe it will be fine this time." Wang Huayun kindly stroked his daughter's hair and suddenly remembered a question.

"Which two brothers do you prefer?"

Lin Haiying thought for a while and said, "Haicong is elegant and elegant, Haikun is unruly and wild, each with its own characteristics, I like it."

Wang Huayun said: "If you choose someone as your boyfriend, which type do you like?"

Lin Haiying said: "I will attend the party with Haicong and take risks with Haikun."

Wang Huayun laughed: "You ghost girl, are you tired after running back from the UK? You must have just gotten off the plane."

Lin Haiying said: "I can't study with peace of mind. You are so sick. Haikun Yao has no news. In order to find someone, Haicong gave the opportunity to others temporarily. How can I stay out of the matter? It's good for me to take care of you."

Wang Huayun smiled and said, "Silly kid, dad has so many people here. What can you do? Let's go back and see your mother."

Lin Haiying noticed the electronic photo frame, picked it up and flipped it over, and asked, "Dad, which son do you like?"

Wang Huayun said: "I treat my two sons equally, but when it comes to liking, I only like my baby daughter."

...

Liu Kunlun's disappearance touched the hearts of countless people, but his relatives were powerless to do anything that happened far away and could only pray silently. Wang Haicong never gave up his efforts. He even spent a lot of money to organize a mercenary team composed of former Philippine special forces soldiers and retired mobile police to go deep into the Mindanao Autonomous Region to find Liu Kunlun's whereabouts. The Arroyo government also received a note from the Chinese Foreign Ministry and sent personnel to negotiate with the Moro Liberation Organization to seek the key person, but the Moroyo organization said that it had never kidnapped foreigners.

Three months have passed, on the eve of the Beijing Summer Olympics, outside the Chinese Embassy 229 Anbang Road, Kuala Lumpur, Malaysia, a dark-skinned man came to ask for help. He claimed that he was Wang Haikun, who had a Hong Kong passport who had disappeared from the Philippines. The embassy contacted relevant domestic departments and the video verification was confirmed by Wang Haikun himself.

When the news reached the Philippines, Wang Haicong was overjoyed. He was still leading the team to find someone in Mindanao, but he ran to the airport without changing his clothes. He took a special plane to Malaysia. At the private jet terminal of Kuala Lumpur International Airport, he finally met Liu Kunlun who had been away for nearly a hundred days.

Liu Kunlun was wearing a straw hat, a Hawaiian shirt, beach pants and slippers, and his hair was very long. He smiled and faced Wang Haicong, calmly like a monk who saw through the world.

Wang Haicong couldn't help but feel excited and stepped forward to hug Liu Kunlun. Only then did he find that there were many people following Liu Kunlun, including Malaysian special police, Chinese embassy officials, and various people coming from the country.

It turned out that Wang Huayun sent his special plane to pick up his son back to China, and the Boeing 737 was parked outside. A medical and guard team was specifically responsible for Liu Kunlun's safety. Another meaning was that Wang Huayun did not want Wang Haicong to contact Liu Kunlun anymore.

"Where did you go? Let me have a meal? There is still an army searching for you everywhere in Mindanao." Wang Haicong left those trivialities behind his head. Nothing was more important than Liu Kunlun's return alive. He couldn't help but punch the opponent on the shoulder.

Liu Kunlun frowned slightly and pointed at his shoulder: "I was shot here, here and here, I was hit by a snippet, and the wound was infected. I lay in the jungle for a month and couldn't wake up. I finally got better, and I was infected with malaria again, and I almost died."

"It's really a life-and-death." Wang Haicong took a step back and looked at his brother carefully, and he really lost a lot of weight.

The special plane stayed at Kuala Lumpur Airport for a short time and took off and returned home after refueling. Wang Haicong hoped that Liu Kunlun would go to his Gulfstream. This was an attitude, and his brothers were reconciled as before. He knew very well that all the efforts his father had made after his younger brother disappeared were even greater than he had imagined, and even alarmed the national leaders. He could not imagine that if he was missing, his father would do his best to find it.

So Wang Haicong was very worried that this incident would affect his position in his father's heart. If Liu Kunlun had grudges, he would really fall apart. If Liu Kunlun did not care about his past grudges and smiled at each other, then there was room for everything to be restored.

He half-jokingly sent an invitation: "Kunlun, do you want to take the Gulfstream? There are champagne and Maotai on the plane, and it depends on which one you like to drink."

"Okay, it's better to have cooking. I squatted in the tropical rainforest for three months, and I was tired of eating the food after tossing and turning." Liu Kunlun happily agreed. The staff who came from Beijing were so sad that they persuaded him. In the end, they could not persuade Liu Kunlun and could only send a health care doctor to accompany him to the Gulfstream. Two planes left Kuala Lumpur one after another and flew north. This was the direction to go home.

On the plane, Liu Kunlun drank iced champagne, ate steak and oysters, and told his experience. It turned out that after being kidnapped by the Mendoza gang, he was bombarded by the government army within half an hour. Most of the gangs were bombed to death. Mendoza disappeared and fled in the chaos, but was caught by another group and became a prisoner. However, this time, the prisoner was just a simple prisoner, not a hostage, and the situation was much better. This armed force was not a Moro Liberation Front, but another team called the New People's Army, which was also an anti-government armed force. Liu Kunlun followed them thousands of miles, from one island to another, and had no chance to escape. In an encounter, the New People's Army suffered heavy casualties. Liu Kunlun obviously had the opportunity to escape, but took up his weapons to participate in the battle. This move won respect and changed from a prisoner to a soldier.

"Why are you helping them fight?" Wang Haicong forgot to drink it with a glass of champagne. This experience was so exciting.

"They were Moro and Mendoza's people." Liu Kunlun raised his knife and fork, and he was speechless. "I don't want to go back as a meat ticket. What if you feel sorry for the money and don't come to redeem me."

Wang Haicong smiled awkwardly: "What about later?"

"Later, I became one of them. I fought in the jungle for two months. I was shot on the shoulder, which was a trivial matter. Two shrapnel almost killed me. There were no medical equipment on the mountain. I had a severe infection with a high burn wound. They used leeches to help me clean the wound. Later, I was lucky enough not to die, so they let me go. I took a smuggling boat to Malaysia, and you all know."

"You have suffered." Wang Haicong said, "It has also saved me money. What do you like, I'll give it to you."

Liu Kunlun looked around, with wide leather aviation seats, small bars, slim figures, smiling gracefully, and clouds outside the portholes.

"This Gulfstream is not bad," he said.
Chapter completed!