Chapter 359: My heart feels warm and my body feels warm too.
Afghanistan. Panjshir Valley.
Members of a joint U.S.-Israeli investigation team conduct an in-depth investigation where the plane crashed.
A group of militia members stood nearby with weapons and stared at the group of people operating high-precision weapons.
Masoud was holding a cigarette and an AK47 in his hand.
As the commander of the Panjshir resistance, he actually has unclear relations with the United States and Europe.
The biggest mistake of the Soviet Union was to get involved in the Afghan war, but if it had not been involved, Amin would have flirted with the United States, refused the "invitation" several times, and even asked the Soviet Union to withdraw its ambassador. Oh well, I can't get used to this. you?
I will give you a set of "Operation Storm 333!"
I have to say that the Soviets are really ruthless.
But similarly, the Soviet Union, which was involved in the war, wasted money every day and was dragged down by the quagmire. Under the attack of the mountain guerrillas, its morale was low.
At this time, the United States was of course willing to spend a lot of money to support anti-Soviet forces like Masud, giving money to people, and even... India's latest YS planting technology!
Most of the drugs produced went into the pockets of the CIA.
Unexpectedly, Afghanistan is actually also a famous "producing country", which is actually quite normal. In history, this place has been invaded repeatedly, making it difficult to establish a stable, long-term and strong government. Most of the areas are divided between tribes and Under warlord rule, decisions everywhere were made by military leaders.
Typical feudal separatism!
Rehman Khan, the ruler of Afghanistan in the 19th century, became jealous when he saw British India making money by selling YP, so he introduced it to the country for cultivation.
And because of its high quality, it had a great impact on Britain's overseas sales. After 1979, the output at this time accounted for 5% of the world's total.
In the subsequent ten years of war, because they needed money, the military leaders began to act unscrupulously, and even figures like Masoud could not avoid it.
In 1989, YS production accounted for 45% of the world!
To a certain extent, it completely surpassed the Golden Triangle and Silver Triangle and became the overlord.
This place is a drug den.
Victor will kill him sooner or later!
Masoud saw two men climbing up from the pit talking to each other, speaking fluent English, and he happened to be able to understand half of them.
It seems to be talking about Soviet missiles.
Hit in abdomen, black box and more.
"Mr. Masoud."
One of the white men waved towards him. The Afghan who was smoking was startled, dropped the cigarette on the ground, and ran over, "Mr. Ebende, what's the matter?"
This guy He is the plenipotentiary representative of the United States in Afghanistan, and he is also an arms dealer.
There are many American products in the "Panjshir Resistance Force".
"How did it go when I asked you to help with the investigation?"
Masud frowned, "My brother is in charge of this matter, I'll call him here."
American Ebende nodded.
Masud asked Zia, who was in charge of intelligence, to call over and ask him to tell them.
"According to our intelligence, at that time, someone saw a missile taking off in a valley in the Northern Alliance, but the specific authenticity and the specific force are not yet known."
The Northern Alliance is very powerful in combat. Of course, it is also backed by the Yankees and NATO. However, after 1989, it began to become a little less obedient and wanted to fight to the rhythm of Kabul.
The Panjshir Resistance Force and the Northern Alliance are enemies. Because of their different races, they have been fighting each other for hundreds of years. Anyway, it is chaotic.
Ebend glanced at the silent man next to him. The latter looked mean and squinted, "I hope you can help us. Afghanistan is the territory of the United States after all."
"Of course, no problem, we It's an ally, the best partner."
Masoud felt a little dissatisfied when he heard this. What is American territory? This belongs to the Afghans.
But he also knows that now is not the time to say this.
But it is inevitable to feel dissatisfied.
The two of Ebende chatted as if no one else was watching, but they did not put Masud and others next to them on an equal footing.
"Okay, go ahead and do your work." The other party said casually with a wave of his hand.
Masud looked embarrassed, his face flushed, and he responded and walked to the side. His younger brother Zia muttered dissatisfiedly, "This American is getting more and more excessive."
" Yesterday, a group of consultants broke into a wedding home in the valley. They actually asked to see the bride and had a conflict with the groom's family, injuring two people. They were simply bandits. If our people hadn't stopped them, they would have gone. Rape the bride!”
Zia was angry but lowered her voice.
Masoud frowned, took out the native cigarette he made from his pocket, and held it in his mouth. He hoped that the United States would help, but he did not hope that after driving away the Soviet Union, the Yankees would become the new "overlord" here.
Afghanistan wants real independence!
“You should watch more carefully. If those consultants dare to mess around again, just tell me that this is Central Asia, not North America. In North America, they were beaten into dogs by Mr. Victor, and they were rampant. Don’t get up,” Massoud said.
He called Victor Mr.
Because he is a firm believer in "Victorism", which has recently become popular around the world.
The main core is: any struggle is full of cruelty, don't hand your future to others, you should hold the sword in your hand, and peace will continue from violence.
This kind of "Victorism" is relatively extreme, and its market in Latin America is relatively small, but it is quite popular in hot spots such as the Middle East and Central Asia.
Africa?
What kind of doctrine does Africa want? Three people just go and do it with guns. If you win the young model, if you lose, the whole family will eat. The matching mechanism is different. No matter what doctrine you have, it is useless here.
But having said that, Victor has opened up a new path.
If he can lead Mexico to rise, a hundred years from now, he will be remembered in the history books of the world.
But...
How difficult it is!
After Masoud finished instructing his younger brother, he looked at the fiery American chatting and pondered for a moment, then turned to look at Zia, "I have something for you, come here."
The younger brother looked confused, but still leaned his head over.
Masud leaned into his ear and gave some instructions.
The other party's expression suddenly became exciting, staring, "This...this..."
"What is this, go to yourself, remember not to let others know."
< br>Zia swallowed, glanced around, and nodded cautiously.
The eldest brother actually asked him to contact Victor and meet him first so that he could help him if anything happened in the future.
Isn’t this rubbing Washington’s face to the ground?
This matter cannot be told, otherwise Masud and even the entire Panjshir resistance will be abandoned.
Is this a way out?
…
Ethan Hunter returned to his residence with a gloomy expression.
The nanny called to him.
He responded softly.
"Sir, dinner..."
"You can eat, I have work, don't come to me if you have nothing to do." He walked upstairs and said without looking back.
The two nannies looked at each other with worry in their eyes.
It seems that something is wrong with the master's intention. Is he going to be fired?
In today’s market, it’s really hard to find someone who doesn’t deduct wages and doesn’t have special hobbies.
God bless Mr. Victor.
Ethan Hunter walked into the study, took off his suit and hung it on the hanger. He looked out the window and saw a red car parked not far from the door.
A hand stretched out with a cigarette on it, flickering in the dark night.
"TMD!" Ethan Hunter cursed.
This car has been following him for many days. He thought it was "the Northern Army coming to assassinate", but the other party did not take any further action at all and just stared at it. In addition, Prime Minister Abrego's recent treatment of him Due to his attitude, he was not even allowed to participate in many meetings.
He then understood that the other party suspected him.
The bait he threw out last time didn’t take the bait, mainly because it was too fake.
Ethan Hunter didn’t know whether the other party was monitoring his communication tools, so he didn’t dare to contact him and could only rely on some other means to deliver the message.
If that day comes...
Then we can only take the last step.
“Hey!”
He sighed, smoked a cigarette, and began to sort out some documents that might be leaked in the study.
At this time, in the red car below.
Two men are kissing? ! ! !
The big brother with tattoos on his arms is doing this. NMD, are there no women among the drug dealers?
Need to do this?
Gala Gala~
At this moment, there was a noise at the intersection. The two people were startled and hurriedly separated. They saw a man pushing a trash can from the front.
There are not many people on this road itself, so the sound is naturally conspicuous.
“Hi!” the man in the co-pilot shouted, took two strong sips from the cigarette in his hand, then motioned to throw the cigarette butt in and let him open the lid.
The man raised his head, looked at them, and then looked at the back seat. There was no one else. He nodded, opened the lid, blocked his upper body, and took out a Type 67 from his arms with his other hand. pistol.
This muzzle has low noise and has characteristics such as slight smoke and low light. The gun has a compact structure, small dimensions, is easy to carry, has good shooting accuracy and is simple to operate. It is a must-have for killing people.
Agents from many countries like it.
The Mexican Special Mission Intelligence Agency also likes to use this weapon. This agency is an "office" under the Internal Affairs Bureau. There are not many people who perform overseas missions, but they are all elite.
Take out the gun and shoot decisively!
Puff puff puff...
The agents' actions are different from the "rough guys" on the front line who shoot with guns. Shoot, one bullet per person, you're welcome, love from Victor.
The people inside didn't even react before they were killed.
The man looked left and right, raised his head and looked at Ethan's small villa, pushed the trash can to the side, then got in the car, pushed the body inside to the side, and drove away.
In less than a minute, an identical red car drove over. Even the license plates were the same.
There are also two men sitting inside.
After the car stopped, the man in the passenger seat was wearing a gray suit, his hair was styled, and he was a bit older, probably 35+, but he looked very elegant. He walked slowly to the door and rang the doorbell.
The nanny ran out after a while.
"Excuse me, is Mr. Victor here?"
"Are you?"
"I am his friend, please convey this to me."
The nanny looked at the handsome middle-aged man in front of her, and her face turned red. She nodded and ran back. When she was at the door, she turned her head and glanced at him. The man smiled at him.
Beauty does not distinguish between men and women.
In the study, Ethan was destroying documents. There was a sudden knock on the door. He raised his head suddenly and breathed erratically, "Who?"
"Sir, there is a man at the door looking for you. , said he was your friend.”
Ethan was relieved when he heard the nanny’s voice, but then he frowned, friend?
He walked to the window and opened the curtains to look down. Sure enough, he saw a man standing below. He was wearing a suit at night. Are you pretending to be NM?
Suddenly, the other party raised his head and smiled at him.
Ethan raised his face and said, "I know, I'm going down right away."
He turned on the shredder and looked at the ornaments before going downstairs.
When I walked to the door, I looked the other person up and down and said, "I don't know you, sir."
"I'm from the north."
Ethan Hunter frowned, "I don't know what you are talking about."
"Drug dealers are all CTMD bastards." The man suddenly said this.
Ethan’s eyes lit up when he heard this.
"Victory belongs to Victor!"
This is actually a password...
Drug dealers probably wouldn't scold themselves. Anyone who can't think of this is a genius.
"I am Harry Hart, Director of the Special Mission Intelligence Division. I have been ordered to take you home. Major General Ethan, General, I have not forgotten you."
Ethan was stunned. , but then tears filled my eyes.
I didn’t serve Blanco’s big fat pig in vain, nor did I show my beauty in vain!
Sure enough, he knew that the tears he cried while lying in bed every night were not in vain.
Major General!
This is considered a high-level position in the military.
"I have figured out the retreat route, let's go." Harry Hart said.
Ethan Hunter nodded hurriedly, why should he wait here to die when he could run away? It was just a pity that he had lurked for so long.
"Wait a minute..." he said suddenly, with a stern look in his eyes, "Give those drug dealers a gift before you leave. How many bombs have you prepared?"
Harry Hart had a question mark, and Ethan leaned into his ear and said a few words.
The former’s eyes suddenly lit up and he gave a thumbs up in praise.
Only he can come up with this method without PY.
“I’ll get ready right now!”
Ethan Hunter nodded and watched the other person leave before returning to the house, looking at the two nannies, smiling, and thinking Next, "You should go back and rest for two months."
"Ah? Sir, we did something wrong, don't copy us."
"Yes, sir, we will definitely change it."
The two nannies said excitedly.
Ethan smiled and shook his head, "It's okay. I just have to go on a business trip for a while. This house is going to be vacated. When the time comes, I'll come back and find another place. Don't worry, I'll come back to you." He said and took out his hand Hand over the US dollars, "I will also pay you your wages for the next two months. You will not be left without work."
"Okay, go to sleep."
The two nannies looked at each other and breathed a sigh of relief. As long as they were not fired, it would be fine. Although they felt strange, they went back to the room obediently.
The moon outside is slowly enlarging, and it is late at night. I wish you a good night.
…
Early the next morning.
South Building.
That is, the administrative office where the office is located.
After the founding of the People's Republic of China, these drug traffickers began to clean up their innocence. We can't all discuss national affairs in nightclubs, right?
I bought a building in an orderly manner, then worked in it, hired security guards, and had an access system.
It is also stipulated that you should go to work at nine in the morning, take a two-hour lunch break, get off work at six in the afternoon, and the cafeteria will also take care of meals in the evening.
TMD!
Much better than some dog capitalists.
When Prime Minister Abrego went to work early in the morning, he opened his office and saw the latest newspaper and a small gift box on the table, which read: Happy birthday, dear.
He was startled.
Dear?
Who sent it?
Today is indeed my birthday.
He does have many mistresses in Yucatan, but who is so thoughtful about giving himself gifts?
Many names flashed through my mind.
Jesia, Pereni, Odo, Kablana, Elsa...
Many of them are small stars. If you want to be popular, you must find a sponsor. Naturally, many people came to him because of his overwhelming power.
But being cautious by nature, he still called the security guard and asked him who sent the package.
"A woman, very beautiful, with long hair."
Abrego was attracted to someone at once. When he heard the woman, he subconsciously breathed a sigh of relief. The biggest human being The power lies in his radiated thinking and preconceptions. He immediately thought it was really a gift from his mistress.
It seems that I don’t spend money in vain, and I actually feel warm in my heart.
At least they are still thinking about themselves.
As he thought about it, he opened the package and couldn't help but want to see what was inside.
As soon as it opens...
Boom! ! !
There was a loud noise, and the windows nearby were shattered. A wave of air rushed towards the window, and the debris fell to the ground. Many people working below suddenly raised their heads.
I woke up after a nap.
Then my scalp went numb, something happened!
Okay...
Now not only is my heart warm, but my body is also warm.
(End of this chapter)