If I don't have money to go to college, I can only go to slay the dragon

Chapter 536 Taban
The boy was blindfolded and pulled out of the carriage. Someone kicked his ass and forced him to kneel down on the ground.

Then, Pashto mixed with Spanish began to ring in the ears of the boy who was kneeling on the ground. The voice of these people was thick and fast, as if they were yelling. There was arguing and arguing, stomping and cursing from time to time, and then it was suppressed by higher decibel rebuttals.

While they were arguing, the blindfolded boy began to analyze the surrounding environment. From the surrounding temperature, it is not difficult to guess that he is in the desert of Afghanistan. The temperature in the desert outside the city will be higher than that in the city. Ten to fifteen degrees, and now his senses tell him that he is now in the hinterland of the desert area, and it is difficult to further determine which desert it is.

Kneeling on the ground, someone suddenly pointed a gun at the back of the boy's head and forced him to bend down. On the way to bend down, the boy gently touched the ground with his hand. The man-made concrete ground looks like a spacious open space. The faint sound of footsteps on the concrete floor can be heard 50 meters away, so the area of ​​this area will not be smaller than this range.

Huh?
The boy was a little surprised, because now it seems that he has indeed arrived at the right place. The white hat who smuggled people in the slums by the Kabul River seems to have not deceived himself. He paid the money and led the way directly to the "Tower Class" inside.

I really don't know what kind of tricks that white hat has so well-versed in the sky. It took the U.S. military several years to do something that he didn't do. He collected a bundle of banknotes and packed himself in place with a few words, but the service on the road was not very good. Suffocate a person wearing a hood that smells like sweat.

The safety of the gun against the back of the boy's head was engaged and the breech was pulled.

The boy's voice should be the old M16A4?Isn't this the standard equipment of the US military? Where did these guys get it?

But just when this question came up, he suddenly shook his head again, thinking that he had come up with a stupid question. If these guys didn't get the equipment, how could the US military have a reason to come and stop the atrocities they brought about with the equipment?

The yelling around the boy became louder, and when the scene seemed to be out of control, the boy suddenly spoke, using pure English without any accent, and everyone present fell silent for his words. It seemed a little dead silent, because the content of the boy's speech was a bit unbelievable.

"I'm here to see Raman al-Zawahiri. I have something important to discuss with him. Now I'm kneeling here. I must have made a mistake."

This is the boy's original words. When the words came out, the surrounding fell into a dead silence, but after a few seconds, the whole room was bursting with laughter and almost turned the venue upside down. Among them, some people turned their heads and used Pashto to the crowd in the distance. The retelling of the words drew more exaggerated laughter, until finally the hood on the boy's face was suddenly ripped off.

The intense light shone on the boy's eyes, and he couldn't help squinting his eyes to look up at the scorching sun in the blue sky, and when he looked down and looked around, he found himself kneeling and sitting in the middle of a huge open space.

The open space is about the size of three or four basketball courts. On the edge are earthen houses that can be seen everywhere in Afghanistan. This is like a fortified base. Men with beards and white robes are constantly coming in and out, and many ammunition is piled up under the awning. , Patrollers armed with standard equipment patrolled the periphery of the base with a serious face. Outside the base are dwarf mountains and dwarf mountains that are full of artificially excavated caves, which are either piled with ammunition or hiding high-ranking figures.

There is a whole row of people kneeling in the center of the empty base right now, everyone is covered by a hood, their hands are lying on the ground trembling, and the boy is the first in this row, standing beside him are sporadic Four or five bearded men with weapons came out of the delivery truck.

The boy raised his head and looked at a bearded man standing in front of him. In fact, he really couldn’t tell the difference in the appearance of Middle Eastern people, especially those with beards. He wanted to put a normal civilian and Uncle Lantern together and let him choose The chance of a shooting him to choose Uncle Lantern is really 50.00%.

"You said you want to see Raman al-Zawahiri? Have something important to talk to him about?" The man with the beard in front of the boy was probably only recognizable because others were holding M16A4 while he believed in AK, with a joking expression on his face Amusing to watch the dying prisoner ask in heavily accented English.

"What's wrong, is this funny? The deal with my connector is that I pay, and he gives me the channel to send me to see Raman al-Zawahiri." The boy in the sunny position squinted at the bearded man and thought Anyway, there is still someone who understands English.

"But my deal from the connector is that I pay him, and he gives me the suspects on the rebel suspect list." The bearded man raised his gun and gently raised the boy's chin.

"Do you think I look like an Afghan?" the boy asked looking up.

"It's not like that, so that's why I had an argument with our companions about whether we took the wrong person." The bearded man looked at his companion and laughed, then poked the boy's chest with his gun, "tell I, Asian, your name."

"My name? Lin Nian."

"Are you from the Rebels?"

"Did I come all the way to Afghanistan to support the local army's anti-terrorism?" Lin Nian said, looking at the bearded man.

"He's not short-tempered!" the bearded man turned his head to look at his companion and said in amazement, everyone burst into laughter again, looking at the boy as if they were watching the last performance of a dead man before he died.

"What are you laughing at now?" Lin Nian on the ground moved his neck and bent slightly to look at the long queue on the left and asked.

"Do you think you can escape to death by pronouncing the leader's name?" The man with the beard squatted down and held the gun, looked at the interesting boy and said with a smile, "We were discussing whether you looked like sneaking in The spies at the base, some people say they are ready to imprison you and torture you, and burn your chest and pretty face with an iron, but some people don’t want to cause more trouble and directly shoot you through the head. Do you think the former is better? A little bit or the latter is better?"

"Thank you." Lin Nian withdrew his gaze from the team and refocused his attention on the man with the beard.

"What are you thanking?" The bearded man raised his eyebrows.

"I didn't listen carefully just now, but I vaguely heard you say that I am beautiful. You should continue to study English for a while, and the word should be 'handsome' instead of 'pretty'." Lin Nian explained.

The man with the beard was stunned for a moment, then his face darkened. He stood up cursingly and kicked Lin Nian in the chest, knocking him to the ground. He put the gun against Lin Nian's forehead and put his hand on it. on the trigger.

"Raman al-Zawahiri has a younger brother named Raman Kabdullah. I recently heard that he has returned to Afghanistan. In order to welcome his younger brother, al-Zawahri dispatched half of Taban's troops to the border of Afghanistan. I had a fight with a group of mercenaries from unknown forces, and suffered heavy losses, but I managed to bring my brother back."

The hand of the bearded man who was about to pull the trigger was suddenly blocked by such a call. The faces of all the people around who knew English changed after hearing this, while those who didn't know English stood aside. After the translation of the companions in a few words, they all became strange.

"How do you know these things?" The man with the beard finally realized that the identity of the boy in front of him was wrong, he pressed his gun against the boy's chest, trying to use the oppression of death to make him submit, but the boy seemed not afraid of death at all. Sitting on the ground, looking at him calmly, he continued:

"Raman al-Zawahiri established the terrorist organization 'Taban' at a young age, saved enough start-up capital through human trafficking and organ smuggling in less than three years, and passed several successful bombings of the US embassy It has gained international attention, and at the same time ushered in the vigorous settlement of the US military.”

"But it is very surprising that every local battle, even if the level of equipment and personnel training is far behind, the final result of the war is that the terrorist organization has repeatedly won big victories. In the words of the US troops stationed there, it is 'Taban 'The terrorists are as if they are blessed by their gods. They are not afraid of life and death, they don't know pain, and they have won repeated battles. In normal terms, they get up and continue to charge until the blood is dry. It is this kind of anomaly that made 'Taban' rank among the top international terrorist organizations and even approached the name of 'Al Qaeda' organization."

Lin Nian paused and then said, "But this strange situation only lasted until five years ago. Five years ago, there was a turmoil inside the 'Taban'. Many people died strangely at night. After that time, the 'Taban' The aura of God's blessing on Ban' completely disappeared, and the members became ordinary people who fear pain and death, so the influence of 'Taban' in the local area plummeted."

The bearded man's face began to change, and he turned his head and whispered a few quick words in local dialect to the person beside him. After hearing that, the person immediately lowered his head and left, while the boy in front of him continued to speak calmly. Telling this bizarre story, "Some people say that the leader of 'Taban' offended the gods, and some say that 'Taban' was cast aside by the desert for his crimes. In short, there are different opinions on what happened that night, but few Someone has really paid attention to the number of people who died in the 'Taban' camp that night, but what really deserves attention is a case of disappearance among the many deaths."

"Raman Kabdullah, one of the founders of the terrorist organization 'Taban', as the chief strategist of 'Taban', he was not assassinated, but disappeared, and few people know about it, In fact, the real secret of 'Taban''s invincibility is not the awe of the mystery, but the awe of the terrorists for the leader's younger brother. As long as he is missing, 'Taban' is just a nameless, small-time brawler. It's just a motley crew."

"Who the hell are you?" The bearded man's voice became fierce. He put his finger on the trigger and started to press it down, but he seemed to be afraid of something and didn't dare to press it down.

"I originally wanted to say that I was just a spy of another country with intelligence to fool you or something, the reason was that I wanted to see Raman Kabdulla, but now it seems that I don't have to work so hard to be a spy "Lin Nian glanced at the white-robed man who had already run away, "By the way, I know Pashto, but I only learned it for a long time, and now I can only listen but not speak, but since you have just If someone informs Raman Khabdullah that a visitor is coming, then I can relax a lot, after all, it means that he is indeed here today."

"you"

Lin Nian raised his hand suddenly. No one could see his movement clearly. There was a clicking sound in the air. It was the sound of a mechanical click when the trigger was pulled hard but failed to reach the end. The bearded man bowed his head. Looking at the trigger, a thumb hooked lightly on the underside of the trigger and an undeniable force stopped him from firing the bullet from the chamber.

"Don't ask me who I am again." Lin Nian said, "I've already told you my name, and I won't say it a second time. But what I can tell you is that I came to look for you just like I did five years ago. The same person, but the difference is that it was night when the last commissioner came, and I happened to be at noon. And the same as last time, you will probably die some people."

He stood up with the AK-47 on his head and threw off the trigger of the machine gun. The man with the beard was knocked over by the terrifying force and fell to the ground. The terrorists said flatly, "Well, a lot of people died."

　ps: From this month to today, [-] words have been updated. There are screenshots on the workbench as proof, and two updates a day are more than enough. Why are some people saying that I am always in a hurry? (
　　Reminders are okay, rationality is fine, personal attacks are fine.

　　I took a look at the circle of book friends and found that the "Water Guards" were sprayed out. I don't usually read the book review area at all. I don't care much about my subscription status. If I'm not in good shape, I'm just fishing for fish. I don't have any thoughts. When I break the code and write a book, there are so many twists and turns.

　　It’s okay to remind, but rational, update is the duty, I am clear about this, I did touch it before, but I didn’t talk about this kind of thing, after all, fishing is not something worthy of praise for the author Things, a lot of urgency, I just don’t dare to talk nonsense, but please be gentle, I will make it up the next day if I dove some days, everyone who understands this understands it.

　　that's it.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)