The Presidential Palace was shocked by the sudden news.

Push the time forward a little eight hours ago.

Oubide.

Although Oubaid is the second largest city in North Soviet, its prosperity is still below Khartoum. Here, you rarely see foreign tourists, and more are soldiers wearing rifles and patrolling.

The streets are not tidy, dirty and messy, and there is no complete plan. From a high altitude, they are just a bunch of them, messy and seemingly heartbreaking.

Here, there are not many modern atmospheres, no tall buildings, no electronic advertising screens, no world-famous cars that you have traveled from time to time, and more are slums.

The low bungalows were crowded together in a mess, and various clothes were drying on the trees in front of the door. Women gathered together to do handicrafts. Many half-aged children chased the rags and couldn't tell the football they originally looked like.

"How is it? Today is the last day. Are you ready?" In a remote slum, Jace asked with a serious look at the middle-aged man smoking hard in front of him.

This middle-aged man is over forty years old, with black curly hair, a white man, with a thin figure, like a hidden gentleman, and has a kind of pathological paleness.

He was wearing a one-piece off-white work suit, covered with all kinds of oil, like an auto mechanic.

At this moment, this middle-aged man named Haji had sweat on his forehead, and his hands holding the cigarette were trembling constantly, fearful and nervous.

"Mr. Jace, I'm afraid, can I quit, can I quit?" Haji looked at Jace with help.

Poor.

But Jace was unmoved and just sneered: "I want to stop doing it now. OK, hand over the 50,000 US dollars I gave you before."

Haji's body trembled, and his mouth was opened like a fish that was deficient in water. He wanted to breathe, but he felt a suffocating feeling.

His face became paler.

Jace pushed the paper bag on the table in front of Haji, grabbed Haji's shoulder, and said, "This is another 50,000 US dollars, which can make your children and your wife live happily abroad. Haji,

You are a bad person, Dubo, Xidu, it can be said that people like you have no value at all. Your wife and your two children follow you, and you have no future at all."

Haji was silent, but covered his face in pain.

Jace is talking about the fact that he is a bad person, a bad person who is dead and no one cares about him.

Jace continued to persuade: "But I also know that all this is not what you want to see. Deep down in your heart, you still hope to do something for your wife and children and give them a better life. OK, now this

The opportunity is in front of you. I did things as I asked, and I got 100,000 US dollars, and my new identity as my wife and children in a foreign country."

At this point, Jace did not persuade him anymore. He believed that Haji would make a choice.

This guy is really a bad guy. Even if he dies, he will only smell a piece of land. What is rare is that he loves his wife and children very much. According to the investigation, this guy rarely beats his wife.

This is really rare in the patriarchal society of North and Soviet countries.

If it weren't for this, Jace wouldn't have chosen him.

Haji, who is walking further and further on the road to destruction, can no one save him, but if he has the opportunity to give his wife and children a better life, he should know how to make a choice.

The deadly air was like a silence, and only the more he heard Haji's heavy breathing.

After a long time, Haji greedily took off his last cigarette and nodded fiercely.

He once had a happy family, but this happy family was ruined by himself, and it was rare that his wife would never leave him. He was already in a quagmire and could not extricate himself, but he could give his wife and children a new life, even if he gave himself.

He is willing to live his life.

"Don't worry, I will keep my promise. Tonight, your wife and children should have appeared in the new South African house." Jace nodded with satisfaction.

Oil refinery located outside the city.

The refinery covers a large area and is guarded by the military due to its importance.

There is a barbed wire mesh on the periphery. Every other section, there will be a lookout station with machine guns on it. Five hundred meters northeast of the refinery, there are also soldiers from the regiment station. Once an accident occurs in the refinery, they can be mobilized at any time.

It is said to be solid, but it is almost the same.

"Haji, it's all the time. You're late. If you're late, your salary will be deducted." The side door of the refinery, the gun-holder looked at Haji who was approaching and greeted him with a smile.

Haji is an electrician at the refinery.

The entire North and Soviet countries do not have a perfect power grid, the power system has always been unstable, and the work of electricians is also very heavy.

Haji held his toolbox and waved his hand to respond. His smile was a little stiff, but the guards didn't care.

They all knew that Haji was a bad person, and the Western Poisons were always the target of their ridicule. There were so many workers in the refinery, Haji was as humble as an ant.

The soldier opened the iron door and did not search Haji's toolbox. This guy was timid and afraid of things. The inconspicuous little person was enough to laugh at him for nothing, and he was afraid that he would not do anything.

Watching Haji leave, the two soldiers curled their lips.

"I heard that this guy's wife is very beautiful."

"Yes, it's a hell. If it were me, I would have divorced him long ago. Humph, in Chinese terms, flowers should be put on cow dung."

"Haha, you're right. You can do it. Who gave you this to you? You can say it in Chinese, teach me."

The two soldiers were talking, not caring at all. Haji, who was leaving, tried his best to hold the toolbox.

He came to the employee lounge with a familiarity, came to his storage cabinet, opened it, looked at the brown and yellow squares deep in the cabinet, Haji swallowed and looked around, and saw that no one was there.

Only then did I put all the things into the mezzanine of my toolbox.

During normal get off work hours, at six o'clock in the evening, thousands of workers would leave the factory and rush back to Oubaid to enjoy a sumptuous dinner with their families.

But obviously, Haji couldn't enjoy it today.

He hid in the distribution room and waited quietly.

Oil refineries generally rarely work overtime. After get off work, there are basically no people in the factory except patrolling soldiers.

In the past half month, according to Jace's instructions, Haji has secretly brought a C4 every day, some hidden in the factory and some hidden in his own storage locker. Now he has secretly brought in about three kilograms.

Today, in the dark compartment of the tool box, the necessary lightning officer and connecting wires are brought in.

Time passed by minute by minute, and the refinery did not have too rigorous employee management. After all, there were thousands of employees and the factory area was so large that it could not be managed at all.

So no one knows that Haji didn't get off work.

When the time was approaching seven o'clock, Haji acted like a ghost in the darkness.

He worked here for several years and was an electrician. He often inspected wires. He was too familiar with the entire factory and had a good relationship with the guards. He could also get a rough idea of ​​the basic patrol route of the guards.

Ten minutes later, Haji arrived at the reservation location and next to the raw material tank filled with crude oil.

A row of ten large raw material tanks store tens of thousands of tons of crude oil.

It can be said that these are ten large bombs.

Taking a deep breath, Haji opened the toolbox and backpack and took out the C4 pieces.

Haji's hands were trembling, and he had to wait and see around nervously to see if there were any guards passing by.

But the work continues. He was an electrician and received training from Jace, so the connection work went smoothly.

A strong light from the flashlight swept over, accompanied by a shout.

Discovered!

Haji's face became paler as the light shone. He couldn't help but squint his eyes and looked at the figure gradually approaching.

Close your eyes slowly.

Whether it is discovered or not is no longer important. Ensuring that the news is not leaked is a suicide plan.

"Nafili, I hope my death is worth it, and this is probably the only thing I can do for you."

A sentence flashed through my heart, and my fingers pressed the detonator.

boom!

The orange-red light spread out, and the shocking explosion made the earth shake.

The raw material tank twisted and squeaked in the explosion, and even bigger flames soared into the sky.
Chapter completed!