"I will continue to negotiate and strive to get these thugs to retreat." Zhang Changqiu walked up to continue to negotiate with the thugs, but Mu Yang quietly followed forward and prepared to wait for an opportunity to start.

Because Mu Yang saw that these people were now filled with riots and would not obey anyone's persuasion, and could only use means.

Mu Yang stood beside Zhang Changqiu, and Zhang Changqiu said something. The thug shouted loudly at Zhang Changqiu, and his hand kept waving. Mu Yang seized the opportunity and stepped forward, grabbed the thug's head, twisted it to the side, and then the guy fell to the ground, and immediately disappeared.

Zhang Changqiu was stunned. He really didn't expect Mu Yang to launch a sudden attack. However, after looking at the dead thug, Zhang Changqiu did not blame Mu Yang, but nodded at Mu Yang and said, "Okay." Then he called Wu Jinglin into the dormitory building.

Mu Yang did not delay, picked up the rifle on the ground, and said to his colleague Zhang Chao who was stupid there: "Come on." Then he also entered the dormitory building.

"You can't do this. If you want to rob property, you can take it, but you can't do it if you want to infringe on our female compatriots."

The students were blocked in several dormitories at the end of the dormitory building. There were about a dozen thugs, and more than twenty boys were blocking the front. Both sides were confronting each other. Mu Yang looked at it. Fortunately, not everyone had guns, most of them were just holding machetes and wooden sticks, and only three people were holding guns.

Mu Yang checked the rifle in his hand, the old-fashioned AK47, which has good performance and is quietly adjusted to a single-shot mode.

"I am a Chinese diplomat, don't hurt our citizens. You can leave now, otherwise you can't bear the consequences." Zhang Changqiu shouted in Arabic.

The four people suddenly appeared made the thugs a little nervous and confused, and when the students trapped inside heard that the people from the country came to pick them up, many of them cried, especially the female students.

When you are in pain, the joy and relaxation of the moment you see your loved ones is unexpressible. Crying is the simplest and most direct way of expression.

One of the thugs holding the gun was very excited, and turned around and roared loudly at the four people. He also kept pointing at Mu Yang and the other four people with a rifle.

Mu Yang said in Chinese on Zhang Changqiu's side: "Director, can it make sense?"

"Now these thugs have lost their minds. They want us to hand over the rifle and stand with the students in the past, or they will shoot." Zhang Changqiu said.

"Can I do it?" Mu Yang said.

"Are you sure?" Zhang Changqiu narrowed his eyes.

"have."

"I agree."

While the two were talking, their eyes kept looking ahead, but their mouths kept whispering in Chinese, while Wu Jinglin and Zhang Chao behind them widened their eyes.

Mu Yang shouted: "The Chinese are lying down."

He shouted in his voice very suddenly, and he shouted in Chinese. The students and the three people around Mu Yang were stunned, and then they lay down very quickly.

But those thugs were stunned by the Chinese saying "I don't know what it means".

At this moment, Mu Yang did not delay even a second, and raised the rifle in his hand and pulled the trigger.

"Bang" shot three shots. The three guys holding guns were shot at the thugs. The gunshots seemed so loud in the corridor, which made people's eardrums hurt. Looking at the three guys holding guns, each of them had a blood hole in their heads and fell to the ground unwillingly.

The thugs holding machetes and sticks were stunned by this scene and didn't know how to react.

Mu Yang did not continue shooting, but continued to look at the crowd of thugs, saying to Zhang Changqiu who was lying on the ground: "Director Zhang. Let these thugs throw their weapons and lie down, otherwise they will be killed directly."

Director Zhang said something in Arabic, and then the thugs threw the guys in their hands and lay obediently on the ground. They also consciously put their hands on their heads.

"Students, come out with your things, and the car to pick you up is at the school gate. Let's go home." Director Zhang saw that Mu Yang had already controlled the situation and quickly said to the students.

What a heartwarming word, let's go home.

No one hesitated. They didn't want to stay here for a moment, so they picked up the simple luggage they had prepared in advance and ran to the gate with Zhang Changqiu and others.

Seeing that the students had all evacuated, Mu Yang took the rifle back, then ran out of the dormitory and returned to the bus.

Seeing Mu Yang coming back, the students in the car applauded and the car started to drive towards the airport.

"Comrade, are you a Chinese special forces soldier? China has sent troops here?" A classmate asked excitedly and curiously.

Mu Yang smiled, "No, I am a staff member of the Ministry of Foreign Affairs."

"Then why are you so awesome?" a girl asked curiously.

"Can't you work in the Ministry of Foreign Affairs be effective?" Mu Yang said with a smile.

These students just experienced a thrilling event and were still very fragile, so Mu Yang chatted with them so that they could relieve their nervousness as soon as possible.

The bus drove into Tripoli Airport, and at this moment, it was completely occupied by Chinese people in a corner of the waiting hall. When these students integrated into the crowd, they felt that they were really safe.

Registering names and related information, these matters are naturally responsible for the relevant personnel at the airport. Zhang Changqiu took Mu Yang and the other two to the airport's temporary command center. Zhang Changqiu went to report the results of the operation to the leaders. Mu Yang and the other two sat aside for a temporary rest.

"Didi" Mu Yang's QQ sounded, which was a message sent by Xu Youshan.

Mu Yang looked happy, although it was just a word of concern for two young men and women, but it was the sweetest.

"Is it my girlfriend?" Wu Jinglin sat on the sofa, leaning his head against the backrest, and asked casually as he looked at Mu Yang.

"yes."

Mu Yang took out a cigarette and sprinkled it on the two of them, and then the three of them started to suck in the room.

"It's better for you young people." Wu Jinglin said.

"Angkor, you are not yet thirty, why are you so old-fashioned?" Mu Yang said.

"You will know when you go to work. Sometimes you are very restricted when working in ministries and commissions. You must be steady and gradually become old-fashioned." Wu Jinglin said.

In the command office, Zhang Changqiu explained the whole story in detail. When he heard that all the students were rescued safely, the leader nodded with satisfaction, but when he heard that there was a conflict and killed several locals in Libya, the leader frowned.

"They are trying to invade our female students with guns, and their attitude is very arrogant. I am afraid that if we don't take action, we may not be able to come back." Zhang Changqiu said.

"You gave this order." The leader asked.

"Yes, I agree." Zhang Changqiu did not shirk responsibility.

"You said that comrade named Mu Yang shot one shot and killed three thugs three times?" another leader asked.

"Yes, the movements are straightforward and accurate, and the shooting skills are extremely accurate. I feel that they are even better than ordinary soldiers." Zhang Changqiu said.

"Where are the remaining thugs?"

"Muyang doesn't know how to speak Arabic. I asked me to shout at them. Those people threw down their machetes and sticks and lay on the ground. Then we evacuated. Muyang was the last one to evacuate."
Chapter completed!