"Uh...uh..." Zakayev's body trembled and blood gushed out of his mouth.

"Brother Hui, his hand."

Ye Lei suddenly discovered something.

Wang Hui immediately lowered his head.

Zakayev's left hand was inserted into his pocket, and there was an open wound on his left forearm, revealing lush white bones and bloody flesh.

But his hands seemed to be trying hard to support his trouser pocket.

"Give me?"

Wang Hui pointed at himself.

"Uh..." Zakayev nodded with all his strength.

Wang Hui no longer hesitated, tearing open his trouser pocket and spreading his tightly clenched left hand.

That's a U disk.

He picked up the U-disk, and the light in Zakayev's eyes slowly disappeared.

"Brother Hui, let's go!"

Ding Yi looked around and said hurriedly, "Someone should be monitoring this place, we can't stop anymore!"

"But..." Wang Hui glanced at Zakayev's body.

"We can't control it, leave quickly, organize a team to the airport and return home immediately!"

Ye Lei's attitude was decisive.

"good!"

Wang Hui did not hesitate and took out a phone call to issue instructions to other members of the team who stayed in the hotel.

Let them use all means of transportation to rush to the airport as fast as possible.

The protest march in Nur-Sultan is still continuing, many routes are blocked by the police, and there are some areas where militants are present, so it is difficult to ensure safety.
Chapter completed!