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Seeing them on the plane at this time, Zhuge Nan was excited, feeling that all the efforts over the years had not been in vain, and he had finally been rewarded.

Shen Jiayao and the others were also happy for him, but Ye Fan squinted, and a sneer appeared on the corner of his mouth.

The helicopter slowly landed in the heart of the mine, rolling in the dust.

The crowd jumped off the plane and walked over to the group. Far away, Zhuge Nan saw that his relatives were tied with ropes, their mouths were covered with rags, their clothes were ragged, their faces were yellow and thin, and two lines of hot tears erupted from their eyes at once!

"Shujuan!

Ye Fan patted him on the shoulder and shook his head slightly, it was not time to cry in a group.

Zhuge Nan raised his sleeve and wiped the corners of his eyes, staggered to walk in the gravel-ridden mining area, and rushed ahead.

"Stop!" When he was more than twenty meters away, a mercenary locked on Zhuge Nan with a gun.

The crowd had to stand there and negotiate with each other.

Seeing Zhuge Nan, the mother and son both shed tears, and the woman shook her head desperately, because she couldn't speak, she could only whimper.

Zhuge Nan burst into tears, his expression was sad, and he was almost unstable on his feet.

"Bishop Beth, the person you want is already at the Los Angeles airport, now it's time for you to release him!" Ye Fan shouted at the bearded bishop.

An hour earlier, the phone call for the exchange of hostages had been made by Beth, and now it was time for the two sides to meet their promises face to face.

Bishop Bethel smiled and replied: "Your Excellency, at least I have to see the flight take off and the Holy Maiden is on her way back to the Holy See safely before I can agree to your release." ”

"No problem!" Ye Fan took out his satellite phone and contacted Tu Su.

At Los Angeles International Airport, little nun Joan of Arc stepped out of the Rolls-Royce car escorted by more than a dozen handsome men in black, and she still doesn't know where she is going.

These were all bodyguards of the Rockefeller family, perhaps at the request of their master, and sent themselves to some city to join the demon, right? Joan of Arc secretly guessed in her mind.

Walking at the head of the line, the grim man with a scar on his face raised his hand and motioned to wait in place.

He is Tu Su!

At this moment, the mobile phone in Tu Su's pocket rang, and he stared at Joan of Arc while talking on the phone, his eyes flashing coldly.

The little nun waited anxiously for the hair to fall, and soon, Tu Su beckoned to her: "It's time for you to board the plane!"

"Where are you going to take me?" Joan of Arc looked at him carefully.

"Where you should go. Tu Su turned his head, strode forward, showed the way, led Joan of Arc into a security checkpoint, and slipped the ticket into her hand.

"Rome?" Joan of Arc froze for a moment as she saw the destination of the flight on the ticket.

When she was able to return to the Holy See, why was there a hint of undesirable smell quietly spreading in her heart? Was that nostalgia?

Looking back at the crowded airport hall, Joan of Arc seemed to be looking for someone, but unfortunately she didn't wait for that person until the moment before boarding.

The flight took off smoothly, and an Italian man in the crowd who was pushing Li took out his mobile phone and looked at Bolu

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