Following the boy around countless turns in the slums, even Yan Fenghuo and Mo Wohu's super memory abilities forgot the way back.
Because this slum area is huge, almost all the houses are very different, and there are no obvious landmark buildings.
Trash is everywhere, and there are stinking ditches everywhere, exuding a stench. When walking past some houses, you can still hear the sound of women moaning and violent sounds coming from rooms made of boards.
In short, this is an out-and-out slum. If there is no one to lead the way, you can never expect to find anyone here.
Mo Wohu's right hand was always shrunk in the sleeve of his suit, and he hooked the pistol hidden in the sleeve with one finger. Yan Fenghuo, on the other hand, was smoking a cigarette carelessly, hugging the young man who had not showered for who knows how many days, with a smile on his face.
He was talking nonchalantly, not worried at all.
It's true that China and Pakistan are close friends, but this is a slum area. What people in the slum area dream of most is to have a lot of money. They don't care who you are for money. This is the same everywhere, and it won't be because of the two.
The relationship between countries has changed because they are close buddies.
After all, what the people at the bottom only care about is whether they can eat and live a better life; other things have nothing to do with them.
After walking for about half an hour and crossing half of the slum area, the young man finally stopped at a dilapidated two-story building.
"Lao Yan, this is where Orville lives, the person you are looking for." The young man smiled at Yan Fenghuo and said, "I'll leave first, and I'll treat you to wine and meat later."
"Xiao Sisi, let's see you later. Don't forget to bring that Italian girl with big breasts, hehehe..."
"OK, there's also a Polish girl, that ass is so perky, haha."
The young man turned around and left happily. Their last conversation left Mo Wohu dumbfounded. He had no idea what kind of ecstasy drug Yan Fenghuo had given him.
Seeing Mo Wohu's confused look, Yan Fenghuo said with a smile: "Don't keep a straight face all day long, we are all brothers here, nothing more."
Mo Crouch curled his lips and looked noncommittal.
"Laugh, laugh out loud, let me tell you, Pakistani primary school textbooks say that the Chinese are the brothers of the Pakistanis. There are only two countries in the world that are the most powerful, one is China and the other is the United States. They are very
He hates India and says that India will never dare to fight Pakistan. If it fights, China will definitely teach India a lesson, hahaha... So people here are all brothers, absolute brothers."
"It's better to be careful, after all..."
Before he finished speaking, the shabby door of the small building opened, and a man who looked exactly like the one in the photo came out and gave the two of them a friendly smile.
"Friends from China, you are welcome, please come in."
Orville, this person is Orville, the third leader of Al Qaeda. His full name is Orville Laden. He belongs to the same family as Bin Laden and has great power.
Yan Fenghuo and Mo Wohu walked to the door and quickly removed the weapons they carried.
"No, no, no, by God, you don't need to disarm, because we are friends." Orville smiled: "If we were not friends, I would not go out to greet you, let alone invite you into the house."
Faced with such sincere words, the two men smiled, loaded their weapons and walked in.
The inside of the house is not as shabby as the outside, and you can even smell a pleasant fragrance as soon as you walk in.
There were seven or eight men sitting in the spacious living room. When they saw Yan Fenghuo and Mo Wohu, they immediately stood up and said hello according to Muslim etiquette.
"Allah is greatest! Long live the jihad!" Yan Fenghuo said with a sacred look on his face.
After hearing these two words, the smile on Orville's face became even stronger. He enthusiastically took off the coats of the two men and hung them up, leaving them to sit on the chairs with the pistols on their hands.
This kind of action does not look like the third leader of Al Qaeda at all, but like an old friend whom he has not seen for many years.
"If I'm not wrong, this should be the Fang," Orville looked at the Mocrouching Tiger, then looked at Yan Fenghuo and said, "You should be the Flame of Vengeance, right?"
"Yes, Mr. Orville has very good eyesight." Yan Fenghuo smiled and nodded.
Al Qaeda naturally has its own sources of information, which is not surprising. Although they have been under strong attack from the United States, their footprints have reached every corner of the world. Although the world's largest terrorist organization is touted by the United States, its own
The strength he possesses is not entirely flattering.
"I know your purpose for finding me. It is precisely because of your purpose for finding me that we can be called the most honest friends." Orville smiled and said: "I know everything about you in Myanmar. The United States is our enemy and the
Your enemy. Your arrival will prompt us to launch a fierce counterattack and make the jihad even more glorious."
"Long live the Holy War!" Yan Fenghuo looked serious.
"Long live the Holy War!" Orville also showed a serious face.
"I have a plan." Orville said more directly than Yan Fenghuo: "Attack the United States."
Hearing these words, Yan Fenghuo's eyes radiated with intense heat, and he kept licking his tongue. Yes, that's what it has to be, we have to attack the American mainland hard and make this jihad more violent.
Ha ha!
"But I need your help." Orville stared at Yan Fenghuo and said: "We have prepared everything, but we are unable to enter the country. As long as we can enter the country, our people can be scattered in various cities in the United States to launch a vigorous jihad.
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This is the only problem that Al Qaeda has. After the 911 incident, the United States increased its control of homeland security and made it almost watertight. Homeland security forces are distributed in every corner of the world, using money, force, and all methods to search for Al Qaeda's
information to prevent them from carrying out terrorist attacks on American soil.
In addition, the investigation of all Muslims and people from the Middle East has been intensified. More than a thousand people are arrested every year just for suspected terrorists. Therefore, it is too difficult to enter the United States to carry out terrorist activities.
But as long as you enter the country, everything will be easy. There are al-Qaeda members in the United States, and they will arrange everything.
"How to enter the country?" Yan Fenghuo asked.
"Colombia." Orville said solemnly: "Colombia has made arrangements to enter the United States in a container truck in the name of pork imports."
"Is there a better way?" Yan Fenghuo smiled and said: "Mr. Orville, it seems that you have taken control of the situation and want us to be your bodyguards, haha."
"Mr. Revenge Flame, don't you want to deal with the United States?" Orville asked.
"I think, but if that happens, will we also become members of Al Qaeda? Mr. Orwell, you are joking, hahaha..."
Yan Fenghuo would never do that to help Al Qaeda enter the country. They are the Flames of Vengeance, not members of Al Qaeda.
"Maybe there are other ways." Orville's expression remained unchanged and he shrugged.
"There is only one good way," Yan Fenghuo stared into Orville's eyes and said, "You will do the entry and attack, and then change the route. How about we... take out a US military base?"
When these words were spoken, Orville was stunned.
Because this is so crazy, a hundred times crazier than the 911 terrorist attacks!!!
"Cooperate with me, and I will let you enjoy the intense pleasure brought by the real holy war..."
Yan Fenghuo's voice was full of intoxicating temptation, and Orville fell into an uncontrollable fanaticism.