"You are finally back. Now the whole Basra is in chaos. Your arrival has made the Chinese here almost become bandits." In the safe house in Basra, Vivian started to make verbal sarcasm when she saw Canglong coming back.
Although she was being sarcastic, she was actually reminding Canglong that it was just Canglong who didn't care. He just looked at the lazy snow leopard and Hei Wuchang who was eating cakes in his hand and said: "There is work to do."
"What?" Xue Bao immediately cheered up, while Hei Wuchang put down the cakes in his hands and looked at Cang Long.
"Deal with the al-Qaeda members in Basra Province," Canglong said calmly.
The Snow Leopard, whose eyes were shining just now, immediately became depressed: "You think they are all targets. Just stand there and say let us solve it, then let us solve it."
Hei Wuchang didn't say anything nonsense. He just looked at Canglong and carried out whatever orders he gave. Vivian thought for a while and said: "It is stupid to offend Al Qaeda. The Americans are already in trouble. What if they know that we are responsible for the attack?" When they take action, the target of their terrorist attacks will shift to China."
"Isn't ** dead? Why is there still al Qaeda?" Tang Long on the other side said strangely
"Americans will not die in the Middle East and will never die." Canglong smiled faintly. "It is precisely because Al Qaeda is difficult to deal with that I need to go and chat with this new ***."
"Are you crazy? Are you planning to run to Afghanistan before things here are resolved?" Vivian looked surprised.
"I don't have the time, but if I want to chat with the new president, do I have to go to Afghanistan?" Canglong asked.
"What do you mean?" Vivian seemed to understand something
"We don't have enough manpower right now, why don't we let Team B assemble?" Snow Leopard looked excited.
"Well Snow Leopard, you call Team B to capture the tongue in Basra first and come back to inquire about their stronghold in Basra Province," Canglong said.
"I like doing this job," Snow Leopard said with a wild smile, "Come on, Old Hei, let's go to work."
Hei Wuchang didn't say anything, put down the pancake in his hand and prepared to go out with Xue Bao, but Cang Long suddenly stopped them and pointed to Tang Long aside and said: "Take him with you."
Snow Leopard suddenly cried and said, "Are you kidding me? This is not a train ride. What if he dies?"
"You also know that I never take him with me jokingly. Now he is a member of Team B. From now on, when all members of Team B gather, you will have full command of Team B." Cang Long looked at Tang Long with a cold expression, "Since you have made your choice, then You have to bear the consequences of the choices you make.”
Tang Long didn't say anything, just nodded and followed Snow Leopard. He seemed to know that it would be useless to beg Teacher Cang here like before, and he also thought about it for a long time. Since he was not even afraid of death, what else was he afraid of? Woolen cloth
Snow Leopard was still a little reluctant to bring Tang Long with him. It would be equivalent to bringing a burden with him, which would only delay their mission and might even cause their mission to fail. But seeing Cang Long's firm eyes, Snow Leopard knew that it was useless to say anything and just put Tang Long pulled him over and touched his head with a gloating look on his face: "You should be lucky to have such a teacher."
After a few people left, Vivian said: "What do you want to do? Is it worth it?"
"You will know what I want to do soon. Now please help me contact Li Ruomo." Canglong did not answer but replied calmly.
"Why are you contacting Binglan?" Vivian was a little wary. "I can tell you that you are seeking death and I have nothing to do with it, but don't drag Binglan with you. She has a stable career and future."
"Don't worry, I won't implicate anyone in anything I do here, except for those who are willing to follow me through life and death, so I just need you to help me contact her and ask her to give me Omar's contact code," Canglong said calmly.
"Omar" Vivian was even more surprised, but she didn't ask any more questions. If Canglong wanted to tell her, he would have told her already. If he didn't want to tell her, she would probably never know it from Canglong's mouth.
About an hour later, Vivian handed Canglong a piece of paper: "This is the code Binglan asked me to give you. She also asked me to convey a message to you."
"What are you talking about?" Canglong took the code and read it.
"She will support you in whatever you do here," Vivian said with some reluctance. It was obvious that she didn't want to convey this sentence.
Canglong felt warm in his heart but looked at Vivian: "Does that include your support?"
"I will help you if necessary. People say that men and women who fall in love are fools. It seems that Binglan has become a fool. But what I need to remind you is that if you threaten Binglan's future, I will stop you categorically and even at all costs. I'll kill you." Vivian's calm face revealed a bit of murderous intent. Her gentle and beautiful face really made people never think that she would have such a side.
"Just come." Canglong looked disdainful and then went to another room, unlocked the contact information of the password, and finally dialed a number directly using the satellite phone.
After about tens of seconds, the phone was connected and a gloomy voice came from inside: "Who are you?"
"You don't know who I am, but I know who you are. Mr. Omar, the top assistant and current leader of Al Qaeda, am I right?" Canglong said calmly.
The other end of the phone was silent for a while and then said: "You are wasting my time."
"Soryu, a person who can rescue you from Guantánamo Prison can also kill you at any time." Soryu smiled.
The silence on the other end of the phone lasted longer this time. Omar seemed to be recalling something, but soon a voice came again as if he had realized something: "It shouldn't be you who contacted me, but that woman."
"It doesn't matter if it's me or that woman. What's important is that I need your next order to withdraw al-Qaeda members from Basra Province in Iraq. They can go to other provinces in Iraq to do whatever they want, but not here. Do you understand?" Canglong said coldly.
"Who do you represent China?" Omar did not agree or refuse.
"On behalf of myself," Canglong said coldly.
"Then why should I ask my brothers to withdraw from Basra? You are only representing yourself." Omar's tone was very cold. On the other end of the phone, he seemed to be used to the tone of a leader rather than a prisoner. "It should be done anywhere in the world." The presence of jihadists is our cause."
"I don't care about your bullshit career. I'm not asking you, I'm giving you an order." Canglong said coldly, "Do you know what an order is? You just carry out what I say. Do you understand?"
"Even the U.S. military can't threaten me. Do you think you, a killer, can threaten me?" Omar sneered. "If you apologize to me now, I will forgive your rudeness."
"You also know that I'm a killer, not an army in droves. I have no country for you to attack and no public opinion to worry about. Americans are afraid of you because you're always threatening the lives of their ordinary people. But I don't care what you do." What or what you are about to do?" Soryu warned with a smile, "And never get an apology from a killer because it is a prayer for the target after death."
After saying that, Canglong hung up the phone. At this moment, Snow Leopard had already caught the tongue and Team B had all arrived in Basra.
"The interrogation revealed that there are three al Qaeda strongholds in Basra," Snow Leopard reported, "What should we do next?"
"Do you still need to ask?" Canglong asked.
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Snow Leopard hung up the phone and then arranged an action plan. For the other members of Team B who had been bored in the mountains for a long time, this was a job worthy of their excitement, especially in Basra, which is still very chaotic. It is too easy to catch a member of Al Qaeda. As for destroying the three al Qaeda strongholds, it was even easier for them.
The weapons and ammunition were all provided by General Badr, and wearing civilian clothes, their operation went very smoothly. After an hour, they cleared one of the strongholds and evacuated quickly. In the eyes of the locals, this was just a chaotic robbery. Anyway, this kind of thing happens every day. Even if there is a gun battle in Basra, they are accustomed to thinking that it is an action by government forces against the Badr Brigade.
What's more, the Snow Leopards did a perfect job. They almost killed the leader of the al-Qaeda organization in the stronghold without any gunfight, then threw an incendiary bomb and fled.
The second and third strongholds were also solved very easily. The only trouble they encountered may be that Tang Long's careless behavior almost caused casualties to them during the operation. This guy was blinded by the victory and did not finish checking the house. I rushed in if the danger had been eliminated.
If Xiami hadn't reacted in time and carried out a blind sniper shot in the thick smoke, killing the half-dead militant hiding in the house, Tang Long would have been beaten to a pulp by that AK47.
The members of Team B did not blame Tang Long, although they felt that he was a bit burdensome, but Canglong's order was like this, so they could only regard Tang Long's existence as an additional difficulty for their actions. They did not hate the difficulty, but were somewhat accustomed to it because they had not had such a challenge for a long time. Got it
However, they discovered something strange on the way back from the operation. At that time, the ordinary people in Basra seemed to be talking about something, but they turned a blind eye to the explosions and attacks. Snow Leopard curiously asked Bai Wuchang: "What are they talking about?"
"A dream said that God would send a prophet to show miracles and save Iraq." Bai Wuchang didn't seem to care that for the war-torn Iraqis who couldn't get the dream of peace from reality, they could only rely on their faith. Allah
"Are these Iraqis crazy?" Susu looked disdainful.
However, Xiami was very alert and felt that there seemed to be something wrong behind this because there was only one so-called prophet, namely Muhammad, the founder of Islam. All Muslims only believed in one prophet...