When she first arrived in Basra, Susan was stunned by the sight before her. Although she didn't know what was happening in this country, in her impression, it should be poor and desolate, and full of smoke. But what she saw in front of her was
The scene was completely opposite to what she had remembered. What surprised her most was the emotions in the eyes of those who came and went.
Susan thought it was all an illusion, but what she saw and heard from the airport to the center of Basra was not false at all. The only thing that made her frown might be the agents who were everywhere.
Basra is an open city, and it is also a city that shocked her. People here have healthy beliefs and values. But before coming here, many people told her that everything in the new Iraq was an illusion, but now it seems,
What they say is an illusion, and the real environment is a hundred times better than what they say.
Basra is like the vibrant sun in the early morning, bringing warm and bright sunshine to everyone in this city. After visiting Basra for a day, Susan was really reluctant to leave here. Finally, she came to the Basra Grand Mosque. It is said that here
This is where the legendary prophet lived and worked.
Before coming here, Susan really doubted whether this man was really a religious person? If not, then why did the people of Basra believe in him so much? If so, why did he bring people not only faith, but more
But what about hope?[
Susan's girlish curiosity was aroused by this legendary prophet. She couldn't wait to see this mysterious figure in her heart, and entering the Basra Grand Mosque was to explore the source of it all.
After handing the camera to the management staff at the door, Susan lined up happily. There were many people coming here to visit, but even more people came here to worship. Because it is a religious holy place, taking pictures is not allowed.
The only place in Basra where photography is not allowed.
Tourists will consciously hand over everything that can be photographed, but the Muslim guards at the door will not check it. Everything here is done on their own initiative. This makes it difficult for Susan to imagine that those people who are keen on taking pictures with cameras would actually do so.
Hand over your beloved camera.
Maybe they will see the young and charismatic prophet, maybe not, they can only hear a Quranic instruction from the Muslim imam, but no one will be disappointed, because their ultimate goal is to feel the unique Islamic customs here
, after all, the prophet cannot be seen because the prophet rarely appears in front of people. He is also the spiritual leader of everyone in New Iraq and cannot appear in front of everyone all the time.
After waiting in line for four hours, no one left the queue even though it was getting late.
When Susan entered the hall of the Grand Mosque, she found nothing that surprised her. The Grand Mosque in Basra was far inferior to the three holy mosques of Islam. It did not have the luxury or the historical accumulation there. Maybe it was just because
A prophet appeared here in the eyes of the Iraqis, which makes this place sacred and legendary.
Susan looked at the Islamic clergy in front of her who were chanting sutras, and the people at the front of the queue were all worshiping. Although it looked a bit feudal, it was the unique culture of the religion, and it was also the way people expressed their beliefs, so Susan had no objection.
Nor will it be objectionable.
She had seen many Islamic clerics who were more powerful than this imam. Even the imam who recited sutras was unfamiliar with his words, but no one gave up worshiping because of his unfamiliar language.
At that moment, Susan got the answer she wanted. This was also the ultimate purpose of her coming to Basra. Whether she could see the prophet or not was no longer a problem.
Following the pilgrims, Susan also performed a standard Muslim prayer. Just as she was about to leave, a young man suddenly blocked her way. Susan frowned. In full view of the crowd, the two looked at each other.
, both noticed the vigilance in the other's eyes.
But the young man did not do anything out of the ordinary, but followed her and left the Grand Mosque in an orderly manner among the crowd.
Once outside, after the crowd dispersed, Susan walked to the small tree in the distance and watched the night view while waiting for the young man behind her who was walking over in a hurry.
The two seemed to have known each other for a long time. The young man sat next to Susan, but Susan was not surprised at all. The young man said calmly: "You are here."
"You are the person I want to see, right?" Su Shan had a warm smile on her face.
"Yes and no." The young man was Cang Long. He answered speciously, and then stopped talking.
Susan's face was stunned for a moment, but without much expression, she just asked: "Are you ready to launch a religious war?"
"Religious war?" Canglong smiled sarcastically and said, "Do you think it is necessary for me to launch such a war of gossip?"
"Are you talking about the war?" Susan smiled, "What an interesting comment. You are completely different from what I imagined."
"Why is it different?" Canglong asked.[
"You don't have a strong religious aura, but you are the spiritual leader of this country and a prophet in their eyes; you have no desire for power, but you control a country and even threaten many surrounding countries; you don't have murderous intent.
, but you are the number one killer of the Assassin League, and you even killed twenty Templars in the Vatican." Susan smiled.
"So, are you satisfied with me like this?" Canglong asked again, "My Lord Saint, from that perspective, we seem to be on opposite sides."
"Opposition?" Susan shook her head, "I never think that one religion is opposed to another religion, especially the mainstream religions in the world, whether they are prophets, God, or Buddha, they have not taught their followers
To kill, to fight, to fight, it's just human nature that makes two religions that could live in harmony become antagonistic, but..."
"But what?" Canglong wanted to know what the saint was thinking.
"But if someone wants to deliberately create disputes, then I will definitely fulfill my obligations, protect what I should protect, and defend my responsibilities." Susan smiled calmly.
Canglong suddenly laughed. He had never heard anyone say that responsibility must be defended. But from Susan's firm eyes, Canglong suddenly understood that this terrible woman in front of him would do what she said.
However, Canglong seemed to have already thought of his answer: "If you take the initiative to provoke, can I also defend my responsibility?"
Susan was silent for a while and then said: "Of course you can."
After saying that, Susan nodded, and before Canglong could say anything, she stood up and left the square of the Grand Mosque, disappearing into the crowd in the blink of an eye.
Perhaps no one could have imagined that the man and woman they regarded as lovers under the small tree just now were actually the leaders of two of the world's largest religions. One was a saint with a status no less than the Pope of the Vatican, and the other was an Iraqi.
Prophet, if he knew this, everyone around him would be shocked.
After Su Shan left, Cang Long sat alone under the tree. At this moment, Su suddenly walked out and asked eagerly: "Why don't you do it?"
"Do what?" Canglong asked strangely.
"Saint, why don't you kill the saint? This woman is so scary. If you hadn't reminded her to come to Basra, I wouldn't have known about it." Su's face was full of surprise. This saint made him feel like himself.
The intelligence network is so fragile.
If Canglong hadn't been watching the surveillance video of the Grand Mosque recently, I'm afraid Su wouldn't really regard Susan as that famous saint. After all, this woman is similar to a saint in terms of dress and temperament.
The disciples are completely different.
"It's not your fault." Canglong shook his head and walked towards the mosque.
Su quickly chased after her and asked: "Why don't you blame me? This is the dereliction of duty of my intelligence agency. If she can come and go, then my intelligence network is full of loopholes."
"There are only a few people who can disappear under your intelligence network. As for people like Saints, do you think they would put aside their status and become spies?" Canglong asked in return.
Su nodded, but asked: "Then how did you find out?"
"She came to me, and I was waiting for her, it's that simple." After saying that, Canglong stopped explaining anything and quickened his pace back to the Grand Mosque.
Su was even more puzzled, but said into the wired headset: "Please withdraw them all."
Then, he chased after him. In fact, outside the Grand Mosque, Su sent all the elites from the Intelligence Agency and the Special Command. Although he didn't understand why Canglong didn't take action against the saints, at least he had already done it.
Even though I still have doubts about my work.
A few days later, Susan came to the Vatican. Here she saw a completely different scenery from Basra. The Vatican church was luxurious and gorgeous. Most of the people who came here were taking pictures with their cameras, and more people were taking pictures.
Even though the priests who worship in the church have reached a certain level of professionalism, the people listening below are not very pious.[
Comparing what she saw in Basra, Susan seemed very disappointed. When she came to St. Petersburg Cathedral and saw Mario, she actually became sarcastic, not because she wanted to ridicule Pope Mario, but because of Mario's fat head.
The big-eared body and the luxurious ecclesiastical clothes on his body were mocking her as a saint.
At this moment, she thought of Canglong again, that young man in simple clothes, who was among the crowd and not many people knew him.
Mario was very happy for the arrival of the saint, and his face was filled with smiles. Looking at the woman in front of him, he did not dare to underestimate him. These days, the elders were putting more and more pressure on him, and he was worried.
He was thinking of ways to get the Saint to take action, but he didn't expect the Saint to come by himself. How could he be unhappy?
But what he didn't expect was that just as he was about to speak, Susan spoke in advance: "Unless he goes to the Vatican, you can never ask me to protect you in the name of God."