Transmigrating into the Reborn Male Lead’s Ex-Boyfriend

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The next morning, Song Xuanhe was awakened by a crackling knock on the door outside.

The middle-aged man who opened the door for him yesterday, after he opened the door and talked a lot, he saw Song Xuan and the dazed expression before he reacted with hindsight, saying in U.S. language: "Today suddenly there was an army checking every Does your family harbour someone from the opposite party line? If you stay here, our family will be implicated, so hurry up!"

Song Xuanhe hadn't reacted from the dazed feeling of just waking up, the middle-aged man took the two women together to clean up his things, then gave him some food, and said: "You from Go out by the back door, try to avoid the army people and leave, but if you encounter army people, don’t get into conflict, just say that you came to Mr. Hashimi to learn how to dye cloth, maybe they will believe it.”

When he said the last sentence, the middle-aged man himself didn't believe it.Because he didn’t believe that someone would run to the place where they all wanted to escape for a piece of cloth or this ridiculous reason to die, so although Song Xuanhe’s reason was the same as that of the friend who contacted him yesterday, he didn’t. Believe.

Song Xuanhe saw the distrust of the middle-aged man, but he didn't even think about explaining it. He just said, "Please tell me the nearest way to the station."

"The station doesn't have cars every day!" The middle-aged man found a robe and headscarf that could cover him, and told Song Xuanhe the shortest and safest route, and sighed: "There are often Outsiders, if you are lucky, maybe you can still meet the ambassador of your country who stays here, then you will be safe and go."

Song Xuanhe nodded, leaving a stack of money and a lot of food he bought before and left through the back door.

Even the system can't help but say something cool: [When you ran here yesterday, did you ever think that you would risk your life to run away now?

[Think about it.

Song Xuanhe was walking on the almost deserted street, recalling the route the middle-aged man said just now in his mind, observing how to walk the safest way.

[Then do you regret it?] The system asked again.

Song Xuan paused in his footsteps: [Yes.

The system froze for a moment. At that time, it knew exactly how persistent Song Xuanhe was, and knew better about his character that he wanted to do something and he would not regret it. At this time, the question was just because the chip was hot and it blurted out In fact, when it asked, the data told it through the previous collection of Song Xuanhe's data that there was an 87% chance that Song Xuanhe would say no regrets, and only a 13% uncontrollable factor.

Generally speaking, in the data of this kind of disparity, the small percentage of the wealth does not need to be considered, because under normal circumstances, the data with a high percentage of more than 99% is the answer, only after knowing Song Xuanhe and Xiao Yuanmu , The system began to wonder if it is the most advanced system, and whether it really has the most detailed data, otherwise its high percentage data is always inaccurate.

The extremely unwilling system continued to ask: [Why do you regret it?Didn’t you never regret doing anything before?

Song Xuanhe pursed his lips. He knew why he regretted it, but he would not tell the system.

Can't hear Song Xuanhe's answer, the system is ready to follow up, but just about to speak, it detects that a large number of people are coming here, and quickly said: [Someone is coming!At least twenty people!Now the place where this road can be avoided is fifty meters away, but based on their walking speed and your speed without disturbing them, you have no place to escape!

[You can directly say the conclusion.Song Xuanhe didn't seem to be flustered at all, but rather calmly asked: [Did they bring guns?

[Bring it!Everyone brought it.

Song Xuan frowned, and walked against the wall and said: [What do you think is the probability that I will leave X City alive?

[Fifty percent.] System Road.

This half and half probability is equivalent to not saying.

Song Xuanhe shook his head. Even in such a crisis, he did not panic at all, or even felt scared at all.

[If I face a great threat to my life here, can you directly send me back to my world?

[Theoretically not.] System Road: [And you still have an out-of-story mission in this world that has not been completed. Going back directly will be restricted by the main system. In addition, you have already attracted the attention of the main system. Can't go back.

[The premise is that I can live to that time.

Song Xuanhe stopped, raised his hands, and calmly looked at the martial arts officers who were holding Mu Cang approaching him step by step.

The person walking on the far left took a look at Song Xuanhe up and down, took a step forward and pulled off his headscarf, then glanced at his companion, and asked in U.S., "Identity."

Song Xuanhe took out his passport and handed it over very honestly.

Several other people pointed their guns here, and the person who had received Song Xuan and the passport looked down.

[You better not think about running away by yourself.Seeing Song Xuan and his eyes flickering, he looked at the other people around without a trace, and said systematically: [According to my analysis, the probability that you can successfully escape from these people is zero.

[No need for your analysis.] Song Xuanhe pulled the corner of his mouth and said: [I also know that the possibility of my escape from their hands is zero.

[Then what do you observe them for?] The system asked.

Know yourself and the enemy.Song Xuanhe said lightly: [I have to know my current situation.

[Your situation is...] The system paused, and followed Song Xuanhe's gaze to scan the inconspicuous people hidden in this group of military costumers, and said: [You are the first man in the second row from the left on the right. Yes, is it someone who followed you before?

Song Xuan and hooking lips: [You finally see it.

[Then they are...]

The system words were not finished yet, the man who had just read his passport and communicated with his companions said in U.S. language: "Mr. Song, we are the people sent by Mr. Xiao to protect you. Please leave with us now."

Song Xuan nodded and glanced over several not-so-unfamiliar faces in the crowd, and said, "Trouble you."

The Arab nodded, raised his hand to let others put down the gun they were holding, and walked beside Song Xuanhe and said: "You put your headscarf on first, lower your head, try not to show your face."

Song Xuanhe didn't ask much, and did what the man said.

The group of them traversed the military-civilian concentrated area quietly and orderly and got on the car. After getting on the car, the Arab person relaxed a little and smiled at Song Xuanhe: "I wonder why Mr. Song came to Country X?"

Song Xuanhe: "I'm looking for Mr. Hashimi, wanting to learn from him his special dye technique and the way of making dyes."

"It turned out to be so." The Arab smiled: "Mr. Hashimi is very famous in Country X, but a few days ago because his daughter was ill, the medical treatment and the environment here were not suitable for patient training, so he had to take his family with him. We left, it was Mr. Hashimi and his family who left at that time."

Song Xuan and his eyes lit up and asked, "Do you know where Mr. Hashimi has gone?"

"I only know that they went to the United States." The Arab said: "But I don't know exactly where it is, but if you want to find him, you can ask Mr. Xiao. I believe it is very easy for him to find Mr. Hashimi in the United States. "

Song Xuanhe was noncommittal, "Thank you."

However, this Arab man with a serious appearance is called Muhammad. He is very talkative. During the swaying journey, he not only asked Song Xuan and many of his experiences during his travels, but also talked about his family members who were resettled abroad, and Expressed some concerns about the current bureau.

In short, everything was pleasant and relaxed until the sand exploded in front.

"Protect Mr. Song!"

Song Xuanhe was pushed off the seat by Mohammed in the "sudden" sound of the bullets shooting wildly, and then opened the car door to scan. After shooting, he turned his head seriously and said: "Do you know how to use a gun?"

At this time Song Xuanhe had already installed something that could be used as a weapon on his body, and he quickly said: "Yes."

Mohammed quickly threw a gun to him and gave him two ammunition clips. He pointed to the small village faintly visible in the yellow sand flying in front of him and said: "You try to run over there, I will let someone escort you. There will be someone taking you to the United States."

After this situation, Song Xuanhe nodded and followed a few people behind to leave. However, as soon as he walked a few steps away, he noticed that there seemed to be someone on a sandbag.

He shouted Muhammad, yelling: "Run!"

Muhammad reacted extremely quickly. He ran in the same direction with Song Xuanhe almost without thinking. Several people ran tens of meters, and the sand exploded behind them threw them to the ground.

The loess gravel pavement hit, and everyone hugged their heads. After a few seconds, they waited for them to slow down and turned their heads to see. The off-road vehicle that had just stopped in the middle of the road had been blown apart and burned.

"Thank you." Mohammed looked around vigilantly before getting up and asking Song Xuanhe: "Are you not injured?"

Song Xuanhe shook his head, and the others moved forward again. At this time, the people who caught up later attracted firepower. Their marching was no longer as difficult as before, but their tight nerves could not be relaxed.

They moved forward vigilantly, and did not relax a little until they were about to reach the agreed village. However, they just relaxed, and there was a bombardment. Those people might have seen from the previous situation that Song Xuan and Muhammad were a group People are trying their best to protect people, so this time almost all the firepower attacked in his direction.

Mohammed and the others covered Song Xuanhe for the first time, but their protection made those people more sure of their guess, and the attack on Song Xuanhe became more fierce.

Under the rain of bullets, the system directed Song Xuanhe’s mind to avoid him. With his agility, he was not injured for a while, but within two minutes, a few people on their side had been injured. Also injured countless by them here.

It was just that Muhammad was shot in the arm. At this time, the fire ceased briefly. Song Xuan and his head turned to check Muhammad's injuries. As soon as his head deviated less than ten degrees, he heard the system shout in his head: [Be careful!