Super Zoo

Chapter 474 Really Kidnapped

Several searchlights suddenly focused on Suming, nearly blinding him. Instinctively, he raised his hand to block the light.

He couldn't understand what the mummy was saying, but the voice sounded very familiar, especially that 'desperate shout' behind it—as if he'd heard it somewhere before...

Before Suming could figure out which acquaintance the mummy might be, Amir, with a wave of his hand, sent a whole platoon of soldiers with guns charging towards Suming and surrounded him.

"What are you doing!"

A sharp cry rang out as Ludmila, the Eastern European model with long legs, emerged from behind, shielding Suming with her body—perfectly embodying the spirit of a bodyguard. With one hand on the pistol at her waist and the other moving in a blur, she effortlessly threw an Iraqi soldier who was approaching Suming to the ground.

"Click-click-click..." A cacophony of gunshots resonated and the situation instantly escalated. Dozens of varied gun barrels were aimed at Ludmila, who stood fearless, thrusting out her already prominent chest, and barked, "This is the Russian Moran Company, are you asking for death!"

Captain Amir waved his hand, and the glare of the searchlights dimmed to a level that provided illumination without blinding.

"Miss Ludmila, even if the head of Russia were here, I'd still have to take him away today!" Amir pointed at Suming, "I'm sorry, this is about the survival of our tribe."

"You dare..." Ludmila had not finished speaking when several rifles were already pointed at her forehead from different directions.

"Stay inside and don't move!" Suming turned and growled at Nangong Huang and Zhao Yun, who were about to burst out, but before he could finish, two soldiers had him in a hold, arms twisted behind his back, and pushed him down in front of the mummy.

"You'll pay for what you've done today!" Ludmila gritted her teeth in anger.

In her eyes, having a client of the company kidnapped was like a resounding slap to the face of Moran International.

It wasn't until Suming was brought close that he could see the mummy's face and said in confusion, "It's you... Big Beard... Basel?"

"Oh, let go, let go! Who allowed you to treat him so roughly!" Before the High Priest could definitively ascertain Suming's identity, Basel daren't publicly declare Suming as 'God's messenger,' but in his heart, he was almost certain.

Amir nodded, and two soldiers escorted Ludmila to Suming's side.

"Brother-in-law! Brother-in-law! I'll go with you!" Nangong Huang finally couldn't hold himself back anymore and rushed out of the room, holding Koala, his face a mix of anger and sadness.

Suddenly, several guns were pointed at him.

"Mr. Zhao, stop him, you all must not come!" Suming yelled, frowning. In this situation, if Nangong Huang and Zhao Yun were to be captured as well, it would be utterly pointless. To put it bluntly, if something went wrong with him, there would be no one left to even send a message.

Accustomed to listening to Suming, Nangong Huang stopped in his tracks and glared at the soldiers in front of him.

"Nangong Huang, don't be rash." Zhao Yun stepped forward with a solemn face and patted his shoulder.

Suming said to Amir, "I would like to say a few words to my friends."

"Three minutes!" Amir glanced at his wristwatch.

"Mr. Zhao, I have something to tell you," Suming said.

Zhao Yun made his way through the crowd to Suming's side. Suming spoke in the Yangchuan City dialect, "Mr. Zhao, they think I'm some kind of apostle, so I'm not in immediate danger. After I'm taken away, you must go to the embassy, the Iraqi Government, and Moran International for help, and also, take good care of Nangong Huang for me. Oh, and don't tell my mom or Nangong Yan for now, so they won't worry."

"I understand. Take care of yourself, and don't clash with these religious folks. I have some connections at the higher levels back home and will do everything in my power to rescue you. You must hold on," Zhao Yun said.

Seeing Zhao Yun's pained expression, Suming instead chuckled and comforted him, "Don't act like I'm about to die, Mr. Zhao. I haven't been kidnapped by terrorists. I am an apostle of God, you know!"

"What should I say about you? Are you heartless or just boldly spirited?" Zhao Yun, who was experienced in facing tough situations, let the sad expression fade from his face, patted Suming's shoulder, and said earnestly, "Wait for us!"

"Off we go, off we go, making it seem like a Qiong Yao soap opera," Suming said nonchalantly with a wave of his hand and a grin.