"What are you talking about?" Maihesumu Aishan came over and asked.

Yang Luo smiled: "We are talking about the failure of this operation and the losses are too great. We must not just let it go."

Maihe Sumu Aishan was stunned: "What are your plans?"

Yang Luo glanced at Maihe Sumu Aishan, with a strange light in his eyes, as if he was looking at a beautiful woman with naked body, turbulent waves, white skin and thin legs: "We are here once!"

Although it was dark, Maihe Sumu Aishan still felt Yang Luo's hot eyes and suddenly shivered. Especially Yang Luo's words, it was really hard not to misunderstand it.

Maihe Sumu Aishan took a step back and said dryly: "What do you do again?"

"Hey!" Yang Luo chuckled, "Do it here once and get your face back!"

Maihe Sumu Aishan knew what Yang Luo meant, but he still tightened his chrysanthemum: "What should I do?"

Yang Luo was too lazy to pay attention to the constipation-like expression that was so unscathed by Buy Hesumu Aishan: "I want to give the American Embassy here, I think it's more interesting than attacking the school."

Maihesumu Aishan actually felt cold all over. It was not that they had not had the idea of ​​the US embassy before, but they gave up in the end because it was impossible to succeed.

"You... aren't you kidding?"

Yang Luo blinked, and said with a pout, "I am never a joke, especially for such a serious matter."

Maihe Sumu Aishan's muscles on his face were thrust: "Do you know what is happening in the US Embassy?"

"Is it still a solid wall?" Yang Luo said.

"You are right, the US Embassy is really a wall of iron." Maihe Sumu Aishan looked at Yang Luo like a psychopath, "I won't talk about the guards. There is probably a company of government troops, and the embassy's courtyard walls are all wrapped in steel plates, and the top of the wall is a high-voltage power grid, so no one can get in."

"No, no!" Yang Luo shook his head and said, "In this world, as long as you want to enter, there is no place that you can't get in."

Maihe Sumu Aishan looked at Yang Luo's thoughtful expression and felt a little moved, but the risk was too great, which made him hesitate a little.

Yang Luo said: "Let's go, find a place to live, investigate tomorrow, stay here for a few days first to see if there is any chance."

Maihe Sumu Aishan nodded: "Okay, but we definitely can't do it, we have to go back and find someone."

Yang Luo waved his hand: "No hurry, let's talk about it later."

Maihe Sumu Aishan was not saying anything. A few people took advantage of the night to return to the bustling city. Then, under the leadership of Maihe Sumu Aishan, they came to a pretty house.

Maihe Sumu Aishan knocked on the door, but there was no movement inside, and then he knocked hard again, and then the sound of opening the door and footsteps came. Soon, a crack was opened inside, and a young head was poked out. When he saw Maihe Sumu Aishan, he showed a smile on his face, but he didn't say anything.

Maihe Sumu Aishan greeted Yang Luo and walked in. At this time, Yang Luo realized that the young man had no legs and was walking into the house with a hard time with a cane.

The house was not big, with two rooms, which looked very clean, but had no beds. The young man went back and forth several times, and with the help of Abu, he moved a thick sheepskin quilt and spread it on the ground, and then found a blanket. Obviously, he often lives in here, so he has nothing to lack.

The young man nodded to Maihe Sumu Aishan, Yang Luo and others, gestured for a moment, turned around and went out to the room opposite.

Maihesumu Aishan said: "He can't speak. He and his brother were both members of the organization. During an operation, his brother was killed by American shells and his legs were also broken."

Yang Luo leaned against the wall and lay down: "I need a camera, prepare it for me tomorrow." After saying that, he covered the blanket and closed his eyes.

Maihe Sumu Aishan opened his mouth and finally closed his mouth helplessly.

Li Tao and the madman looked at each other, grinned, and patted Abu on the shoulder: "Boy, go to bed!"

Several people were really tired and fell asleep within a few minutes after lying down. But when they woke up, it was already past ten o'clock the next morning.

Yang Luo yawned, and now Maihe Sumu Aishan is gone. At this time, the young man walked in and saw that Yang Luo and the others were awake. He smiled at them and made a meal action.

Yang Luo nodded very friendly, stood up and said, "Let's go out for dinner!"

The breakfast was very simple, with mutton oil rice and roasted lamb. They just finished eating, Maihe Sumu Aishan walked in outside, holding a camera in his hand, and it seemed that it could be 70% new.

"It's very lucky. I bought it from an American journalist and it cost a lot."

Yang Luo took it over and looked at it. He didn't understand this thing, but it looked good: "How much?"

Maihe Sumu Aishan's mouth twitched: "I asked for 8,500 US dollars, damn American."

"Ha!" Yang Luo laughed, stood up and walked out.

Li Tao patted the madman on the shoulder: "You stay, I'll go out with the boss."

Abu was anxious and walked like he was chasing him. He was held down by a madman: "Stay at home, join in the fun."

Abu struggled for a while, but the madman's hand seemed to weigh a thousand pounds, which made him bend his legs, and finally sat on the ground with a plop and sulked.

The streets of Kabul are narrow, with dilapidated houses on both sides, with only a few newly built European-style buildings, which are generally homes for United Nations personnel. Armored vehicles, tanks, Hummers, taxis, buses, and donkey cars are mixed together, which looks very chaotic.

Yang Luo and Li Tao walked aimlessly and came to the Sarino commercial area in the city center. They saw a Hummer military vehicle with machine guns parked at the intersection. Several live ammunition security personnel were deployed on the roofs of surrounding bungalows, observing the every move of people on the street through the heavy barbed wire...

Yang Luo stood by the side of the road and lowered his head and lit a cigarette, then took a sip, looking at the abortions passing through the streets, and he could see many beauties. It seems that Afghanistan and Pakistan are different, and they are still very tolerant of women.

"War, disaster and beauty, this is Afghanistan."

Li Tao also took out a cigarette and lit it: "There is also sex and violence!"

Yang Luo whispered softly: "Iron hooves step out of the magnificent earth, and the semen creates a surging river."

"Hey!" Li Tao laughed and watched a young girl walk past in front of him, "I just like war and beauty."

"Let's go!" Yang Luo continued to walk forward. Less than 500 meters away from the Sarino Commercial District, the embassy area. It is mainly the US embassy, ​​some embassies of Western countries and NATO stations. However, there are no NATO troops now, only the American Navy 6 teams, and the number is not large.

Yang Luo and Li Tao came to the embassy area, which was very lively, with vendors buying snacks on the street. A policeman on duty walked over quickly when he saw Yang Luo and Li Tao.

"Are you Chinese?" The attitude is not very friendly.

Yang Luo smiled and said politely: "Yes, we are reporters!"

When the police heard Yang Luo’s reporter, they eased their attitude: “No photos are allowed here!”

Yang Luo nodded, pointed to a vendor selling pine nuts on the street and said, "Can I interview him?"

The policeman said, "Yes!"

"Thank you!" Yang Luo picked up the camera, took down the lens cover and took two photos at the vendor in a decent manner. Li Tao took out his phone and found the camera software to open it.

"Do you know English?" Yang Luo asked in English.

The vendor is in his forties, very thin, with a messy head and beard, and looks like he is malnourished: "This is the embassy area. How can you sell things and make money if you don't know how to speak English?"

Yang Luo smiled, raised his thumbs up and said, "Your English is good!"

The vendor was also very proud and pointed at the other vendors and said, "My English is the best!"

Yang Luo asked, "What's your name?"

The vendor said, "Bismira!"

Yang Luo asked: "We are journalists, can we accept some interviews?"

"Yes!" Bismila seemed very excited.

Yang Luo said: "Tell me what you think of Americans."

"American?" Bismila grinned with a disdainful expression. "In Afghanistan, many people like Americans, but I don't."

"Why?" Yang Luo was really curious. Just as Bismila said, most Afghan people like Americans, thinking that the Americans will definitely eliminate the Taliban and help them establish peace.

Bismila said: "Before Captain America entered Afghanistan, I was not worried about the explosion. Although the laws were strict at that time, social security was not a problem, and no one dared to attack them all. Later, the Americans entered our country and many people died. I fled to other provinces and lost my home in Kabul...

I thought that the Americans drove away the Taliban, and after the establishment of the Provisional Government, public security would improve, but we were all wrong. For so many years, many senior government officials were assassinated, and gunfire was heard every day, and Kabul completely changed. Later, the Taliban began to carry out suicide bombings, including people, motorcycles, and cars. The Presidential Palace, the Ministry of the Interior, the police station, and the airport, all were bombed. Many innocent civilians were killed. I never dared to go to those places to sell things.

The reason for all this is that the Americans did not seize the opportunity of peace talks with the Taliban, but chose to take advantage of the victory, causing the current situation of terrorist attacks in Afghanistan. The Americans withdrew, and the people of Afghanistan were suffering. The brothers would have to spare their lives to clean up the mess left by the Americans."

Yang Luo asked Bismila's question, but his eyes were not in sight to observe the terrain of the embassy area, especially the government forces patrolling the US embassy diagonally opposite. Just as Maihesumu Aishan said, it was really like a turtle huddled in a shell, all the walls were carried on iron plates, and from the outside looked like a prison. Moreover, the guard was very strict. In addition to the Afghan government forces, there were also preservation armed forces with real guns and bullets.

"Who are you? What are you doing?" Two government soldiers saw something wrong and came over and shouted.

Li Tao hurriedly turned off the video and quickly adjusted it to the recording state: "It's nothing, we are reporters."

Yang Luo reached into his pocket, and the two soldiers reacted quickly, quickly raised their guns and shouted: "Don't move!"

Yang Luo hurriedly raised his other hand, then slowly took out a pack of cigarettes in his pocket, and said with a smile on his face: "A Chinese cigarette, come one?"
Chapter completed!