Great Power Technology.

Chapter 541 Arrival
In the fourth week of the implementation of the visa prohibition policy, the riots in Istanbul further escalated, and various parts of the urban area have become substantial "Chinese forbidden areas".

At the same time, the chaotic crowd began to look for targets in the urban area, as long as they were alone Chinese, they might be attacked.

What's more frightening is that the unexpected gathering area besides the embassy has also begun to be impacted. Officials reported several cases of home violence and condemned the violence --- but the strength of this condemnation can be said to be negligible.

Wang Yang has not gone out for a whole week. The food and water stockpiled in advance allowed them to survive the difficult time, but if the situation deteriorates further, they don't know how long they can last.

"How much food do we have left?"

Wang Yang asked his wife while counting the contents of the refrigerator.

"Aren't you counting yourself, haven't you figured it out yet?"

"I can't figure it out, and I feel confused. I don't know how long this situation will last."

Seeing his worried expression, his wife gently squeezed his shoulder and comforted him:
"Don't worry, didn't the news say it? The country has already communicated, and it will probably be resolved in a short time."

"The food we hoarded before can last for at least half a month, so we can't solve it in half a month, right?"

Wang Yang shook his head and replied:

"That's not necessarily true. I remember hearing them say that when they were in Lybia, the city was besieged for two months, and many people couldn't drink water in the end."

The wife frowned, and said with some hesitation:
"It won't get to that point, will it? After all, we are not fighting a war, and the Turkish chicken officials certainly don't dare to do things to the extreme."

"They don't dare, but these mobs don't necessarily—they don't have to bear legal responsibility, and they can do anything."

The wife still wanted to refute, but as if responding to what Wang Yang said, there was sudden bursts of drumming noises outside the window.

Wang Yang stood up in a jerk, rushed to the window to look out, and then suddenly found that at some point, a team of hundreds of people had gathered on the street downstairs.

The team chanted slogans such as "Give us back the market", "Make up the tax and pay the fine", "Huaxia people get out of the Turkish chicken" and other slogans, and took a Huaxia restaurant downstairs that had been closed for a long time. The door was smashed to pieces.

Wang Yang saw the shopkeeper who was hiding in the shop dragged to the street, and the irrational people rushed up to beat him, and even some people with sticks swung the shopkeeper's head mercilessly.

Wang Yang was terrified when he saw it, and he quickly turned his head and said to his wife:
"Move the sofa here quickly and block the door! We will definitely be found here too, the landlord is in the same group as them!"

Hearing her words, the wife first pushed the two children into the bedroom, drew the curtains of the bedroom, and then told the children to hide under the bed.

"Don't come out. If I let you run away later, you can take your brother and climb to the first floor from the fire escape outside the window. Don't be afraid, you know?"

The eldest son nodded emphatically. At this moment, he finally felt the crisis imposed on his family and even his own nation.

After locking the bedroom door, his wife turned around and came to the living room, and together with Wang Yang blocked the door with the sofa, and the moment they blocked the door, there was a deafening knocking sound outside the door.

"Damn, it's so fast!"

Wang Yang dragged the dining table and chairs from the kitchen and threw them behind the door without stopping, and then directed his wife to call the embassy. In a word:

"Please hold on for another 10 minutes."

Afterwards, the phone was hung up, and Wang Yang stared blankly at the phone screen. He didn't know what would happen in 10 minutes, but he knew that his thin door panel would definitely not last 10 minutes.

Someone had already taken the fire ax from the corridor and was breaking the door. Compared with such a sharp weapon, the alloy door seemed extremely fragile.

What's more terrible is that breaking the door is no longer the biggest crisis.

With such weapons in the hands of the crazy people, who can guarantee that they will not swing the ax at themselves and their two children after breaking through the door?

Wang Yang rushed to the window again. On one side of the balcony there was a fire staircase hanging from the outside. If you climbed over the balcony, you could go down the stairs directly to the first floor.

But the problem is that there are also guards on the streets now, and going down is no safer than staying in the house.

Just as he was hesitating, his wife suddenly screamed in the living room. He turned his head and saw that the blade of the fire ax had penetrated the door, and it was stuck there so brightly.

"No, I'm sure I'm dead if I'm trapped in the room, let's go downstairs first!"

As he said that, he kicked open the door of the bedroom, fished out the two sons from under the bed and dragged them to the balcony, then carried them out of the balcony one by one and sent them to the fire escape stairs.

At this time, the height was 7 floors, and the two young children were unavoidably frightened, so Wang Yang had to try to stabilize his voice and comfort him:
"Don't be afraid, isn't this the same as the high-altitude cableway that Dad used to take you to play? Just pull the handrail and go down step by step!"

"Remember, stop and wait for Dad when you get to the third floor, don't go down by yourself first, understand?"

The fire stairs on the second floor are suspended, and the bottom step can only be lowered from the top, so Wang Yang is not worried that the thugs on the street will come up the stairs.

"Is there anything else to bring?"

The wife nervously rummaged through a pile of luggage, and the youngest son on the stairs suddenly said:

"Mom, my model!"

The wife hurriedly opened his suitcase, took out a model from it and stuffed it into her backpack, then looked at Wang Yang and asked:

"What about you? Anything else?"

"Don't worry about it, you don't need to bring anything! At this point, it's useless to bring anything, go down!"

As he spoke, Wang Yang picked up his wife, grabbed her hand tightly, and sent her up the fire escalator.

Then, he dragged the last movable sofa and placed it horizontally behind the glass door of the balcony to hold it tightly, trying to delay the actions of the thugs who were about to rush into the room.

But he also knew that such an action was just a kind of psychological comfort, and it could not stop those thugs at all.

Wang Yang stepped out of the balcony and jumped carefully to the opposite fire stairs. The two sons had already descended to the third floor, while his wife was still waiting for him on the seventh floor.

"Go, go, go!"

As soon as his words fell, with a loud bang, the door of the living room was finally slammed open. Wang Yang looked back for the last time and found that at least a dozen thugs had already rushed into the room.

They ran towards the bedroom immediately, which made Wang Yang suddenly regret it.

I knew I shouldn't have dragged the sofa to the balcony, but this would have exposed the direction of my escape.

However, it was too late to say anything now, all he could do was run down with his family desperately.

However, people on the street had spotted them, and the crowd was gathering towards the fire stairs. Some people started throwing stones and even Molotov cocktails at the stairs. As a last resort, they had to retreat to the fourth floor.

However, the resident on the fourth floor is a Turkish chicken man.

He had already opened his window, calling for other thugs to crawl out from here to intercept Wang Yang's family.

despair.

This is the first time Wang Yang has felt hopeless in the past ten years abroad.

He still remembers that in the first month of his arrival in Turkey, he lost all his identity documents and had no money with him. Maybe within a few days, he would be living on the street or even starving to death.

But he didn't feel a little desperate. At that time, he asked the way to the embassy with his half-baked English. Finally, with their help, he reissued his documents and settled himself down.

The embassy can solve such things, but now?
Now that his life is in danger, where is the power of the country?
Wang Yang was dressed roughly, and sat down on the ground slumped. The youngest son on the side didn't seem to realize the seriousness of the problem. He stretched out his hand and said to his mother:
"Mom, my model."

The wife smiled wryly, and took out the model from her satchel. The model was actually so big that even if it was put in the bag, it could only fit half of it. It took her a long time to pull it out and handed it to the youngest son. hands.

"What should we do now?"

Wang Yang looked at the thugs who were trying to turn out the window to the fire stairs above, and then glanced at the end of the stairs on the second floor where Molotov cocktails had already been set ablaze. He sighed helplessly and said:

"What else can I do? It said it was 10 minutes, how many minutes is it now?"

The wife glanced down at her watch and replied:
"How about trying to climb in from the 8th floor in 5 minutes? I remember that family was quite kind."

However, as soon as her words fell, the window on the fifth floor was opened, and thugs holding sticks appeared at the window.

The two looked at each other and fell silent at the same time.

At this time, the only one among the four who could keep calm was the youngest son. He didn't know what happened yet, and he only regarded this matter as an exciting adventure.

He struggled to hold the model that was too big for him with his hands, and made a "woo-woo" sound from his mouth, controlling the model to fly around in the air.

Seeing this scene, Wang Yang couldn't help feeling a little sad, he sighed and asked:

"Tuantuan, what kind of plane is this? Can you take us away?"

Tuantuan glanced at Wang Yang, then pouted and replied:
"Dad, this is a bomber, and bombers cannot take people!"

He held up the plane and flew to the side of Wang Yang. Sitting on the ground, Wang Yang felt a shadow covering his face. He opened his eyes and reached out to grab the plane, but Tuantuan quickly dodged it.

Wang Yang shook his head helplessly, but the next second.

A huge shadow passed over his face, and he saw the model in his son's hand rise into the air.

No, it wasn't the model that rose into the sky, but a giant plane that was very similar to the model, passing through the sky.

Immediately afterwards, a burst of engine roar and sonic boom sounded.

In the next second, he watched helplessly as the belly of the huge plane opened, and dozens of missiles arranged neatly were exposed in the air.

The crowd fell into silence for an instant.

In this eerie silence, the tail of the second plane that followed poured out dense heat flares, and the fiery yellow light formed a giant wing. For a moment, this plane seemed to come from the ashes.

Seeing this scene, Tuantuan said in a relaxed tone:
"The Golden Crow is coming!"

(End of this chapter)