Liu Handong continued to talk about his proud history: "Pig breeding is a craft that does not require stitches or antibiotics. The slaughtered pigs will still not be infected. My craft was taught by an old breeder, that guy
He's so awesome. He's a fifth-level sergeant. He's been a soldier for half his life. He's never touched a gun. He specializes in killing pigs."
Aishan was both angry and disgusted, and his lips were trembling. When the military attaché assistant saw that there was something going on, this die-hard terrorist at least began to have mood swings.
"Why do we have to breed pigs? Because the unmarried boars and sows are always thinking about breeding. If their minds are not calm, it will be difficult to gain weight. This is somewhat similar to your situation. They always think about the seventy-year reward from Allah.
Two virgins, if they chop you, you will stop. The pigs that have been chopped are all docile, and they only focus on development and gain weight." The knife in Liu Handong's hand is from the German Zwilling, and the steel mouth is excellent.
It was extremely sharp, and after rubbing it with alcohol, the room smelled like a hospital.
"Kill me! Don't insult me!" Aishan roared at the top of his lungs. Esiti was a little nervous, fearing that the sound would spread outside. In fact, the sound insulation effect of this room was very good, and no noise could be heard from the next door.
Liu Handong's face changed: "You don't deserve to die openly, who are you! A coward who specializes in killing innocent people, I will not only behead you, but also cut you into thousands of pieces and bury you in a pig pen forever. I will never stand up again."
Don't worry, I will definitely help you choose the dirtiest pig pen, bury you under a pile of pig manure, and be trampled by the pigs all day long."
Aishan's face turned pale, and he yelled: "Shameless! Despicable! Villain!" He didn't know many curse words in Chinese, and they were all in written language. He soon became proficient in Uyghur, and a series of curse words made him laugh.
Liu Handong was even more proud because Ai Shan's psychological defense began to loosen.
Some people are bad-faced, and some are bad-faced. Essetti stopped Liu Handong sternly: "I don't agree with you doing this, using your religious beliefs to blackmail others, it's not heroic! I am also a Muslim, and I oppose what you do."
Liu Handong snorted coldly and turned his back.
Aisiti persuaded Aishan with earnest words: "I'm afraid I can't stop him. His position is higher than mine. If I were you, just talk about common goods. Everyone has their own steps, isn't it? You don't have to be buried.
From below the pigsty, we can also communicate above."
Ai Shan hesitated for a moment. The situation Liu Handong described was so terrifying that he had to make a strategic detour.
"Okay, what do you want to know?" Ai Shan took a deep breath and closed his eyes.
Essiti looked back at the assistant military attaché, who nodded with satisfaction, while Liu Handong was aggrieved because he couldn't perform his craftsmanship on the pig, cursed, dropped the knife and left.
…
John Lynch’s real name was not this, but as time went by, he accepted this name as his own. More than 20 years ago, during the first Gulf War, Lynch was still a member of the U.S. Marine Corps.
Sergeant, he operates an M113 armored vehicle, can use anti-tank rocket launchers and Browning heavy machine guns, and fantasizes about killing Iraqis in the vast expanse of desert, but in fact the Iraqi soldiers he sees alive are all prisoners.
The war ended without a shot being fired.
After the war, Lynch returned to China to continue his studies. After graduating from the state university, he joined the CIA and began his career as a field agent. He liked the life of wandering around the world and living in no fixed place, but his family was in a mess. His wife filed for divorce.
His daughter didn't like him, and even his parents were unwilling to pay attention to him. In addition, he messed up an important task at work. Lynch was devastated and became a marginalized figure. He was sent to Kandahar, where conditions were difficult. Bad luck always followed him.
During a routine operation, Lynch was kidnapped by a group of improvised East Turkestan elements.
After Lynch disappeared, the CIA immediately listed him as a missing person and did not make any real efforts to search and rescue him. Because Lynch's confidentiality authorization level was very low, his death or capture would not cause much damage.
During his capture, Lynch always insisted on his disguised identity. He told the terrorists that he was just a peace-loving British telecommunications engineer. However, in the eyes of those people, the British had always been the lackeys of the Americans, worse than their real masters.
Bad, but they did not execute Lynch for the time being, but raised him for a few months, which reminded Lynch of an old Chinese saying: Kill a pig to celebrate the New Year.
The halo of bad luck that had long shrouded Lynch's head finally dissipated on a magical night. A group of people, only three people to be precise, boldly launched a raid on the camp. God bless them, they actually won, and Lynch went well.
After being rescued, he contacted the local CIA intelligence station as soon as he returned to Kabul.
The CIA responded immediately after receiving the information provided by Lynch. They wanted to snatch Aishan back from the Chinese. This did not mean that the Americans in Aishan were raising dogs, just because they could cause trouble to the Chinese, and the CIA also
They were happy to cause trouble for the Chinese, so Langley and his gang decided to do this. As for whether they would be imprisoned in Guantanamo or released to Kandahar after snatching the people back, it all depends on their mood.
This is an act of repaying kindness with hatred, but for intelligence personnel, there is no such cheap thing as conscience, so John Lynch doesn't care about the feelings of the Chinese people at all. He has more important things to do now. If he does it well,
The rest of my life will be settled.
Lynch is proficient in Pashto, and he heard clearly the last words Abdul told Ahmed after he was injured.
…
In Beijing, the anti-terrorism security meeting of the Ministry of National Security was going on all night. A secret cable was sent from the front. Ai Shan's mouth has been pried open. Although this guy is not the core figure of the separatist organization, he has a lot of secrets and has the potential to continue to dig deeper. He even has the potential to dig deeper.
The leader whimsically proposed to train him as a double agent.
Therefore, how to transport Aishan back to China is a top priority. Experienced experts have formulated three plans. The first plan is to disguise Aishan as an injured and kidnapped employee of Zhongyanhuang, and the embassy will make a fake for him.
With a real passport, I took an honorable flight back to my country from Kabul Airport.
The second option is a substitute for the first option. If the Americans obstruct it, they will be escorted by T troops and enter Pakistan first and then return home.
The third option is also to take the land route, but through another relatively difficult and dangerous passage, the Wakhan Corridor.
No matter which plan is adopted, Zhongyanhuang is an important cooperating unit, so Song Jianfeng participated in the decision-making, which allowed him to find the feeling of being the director of the Public Security Bureau. The feeling of controlling a powerful agency is very different from being in charge of an enterprise.
There is a three-hour time difference between Beijing and Kabul. It was already early in the morning when the anti-terrorism and security conference ended, but Kabul was still sleeping. After receiving the domestic code, the embassy immediately contacted the safe house, but the landline phone could no longer be reached, and the mobile phone could not be reached.
It also shows no signal.
Afghanistan's wired telephone system has aging equipment and frequent failures, while the mobile phone system was only put into operation in 2002, can only cover some big cities, and is often subject to various restrictions. For example, the mobile phone operator in Kunduz Province was
The threat of the Communist Party ordered them to contact mobile signals at night to prevent the US military from locating and beheading them.
But Kabul is not an area occupied by the Communist Party, and there will be no such mobile phone curfew. If the phone cannot be reached, it only means one thing: something happened to the safe house.
…
At four o'clock in the morning, it is the time when people are most sleepy and tired, but the young men in charge of the guard are still in high spirits. Essetti made strong coffee for them to refresh themselves, and there is also an open supply of tobacco and Red Bull drinks. The night in the safe house
The video camera feeds the video signal back to the monitor, and there is silence all around.
This kind of dead silence made people feel insecure, and the armed police soldiers were restless. Someone hurriedly entered the control room. It was the assistant military attache. His expression was very serious: "The enemy is coming."
The assistant military attache found that his mobile phone had no signal, and immediately realized that the danger was coming, and woke up everyone, including the van driver who had woken up from a coma. He was the driver of the embassy, not an armed personnel, but he was also stuffed with a
gun and two grenades.
"Don't worry, as long as a fight breaks out, the Afghan government troops and NATO's International Security Support Force in Afghanistan will arrive in less than 20 minutes. We mainly just need to resist these 20 minutes." The assistant military attache comforted everyone.
As soon as he finished speaking, there was a loud noise, which was the sound of an RPG rocket exploding. A large hole was blown out of the outer wall of the safe house's courtyard, and dust fell from the roof.
Then there was the roar of the engine, and a truck appeared on the monitor screen, rushing towards it. Suddenly the monitor went black, probably because the camera was knocked out by a sniper.
The sound of gunfire sounded like exploding beans. It was the familiar sound of Soviet-style RPK light machine guns and AK47 guns. The 7.62MM bullets easily penetrated the brick wall, beating the safe house like a sieve. The lights in the room shone through the dense bullet holes.
It leaked out, and there were thousands of light beams in the dark night.
After a round of intensive shooting, the people lying on the floor of the safe house crawled forward and crawled into the basement under Esseti's gesture. Ai Shan was also dragged in by Liu Handong. He sneered: "You are finished."
"Even if I die, you will come first." Liu Handong pulled out his pistol and pressed it against Ai Shan's temple.
After a while, the people outside replaced new magazines and started a new round of shooting. All the pots and jars in the safe house were smashed into pieces, sawdust flew everywhere, electrical appliances short-circuited, sparks flew everywhere, glass flew into pieces, and satellites on the roof were broken.
The wires were also riddled with holes, and it would be a miracle if there were still survivors in the house after being hit by thousands of bullets.
Liu Handong took out his satellite phone and dialed Zheng Jiayi's number, but the satellite phone couldn't find a signal indoors and couldn't get through.
"Leader, I've been shot." An armed police soldier looked pale and had a dent in his body armor, but it was not fatal. What was fatal was the wound on his leg. The bullet penetrated his thigh. Fortunately, he was not injured.
If it reaches the major blood vessels, there will be no way to save it.
Essetti tore off the hem of his clothes, tied the legs of the armed police soldier, and told him: "Untie him every fifteen minutes, otherwise he will die."
The soldier gasped: "Can we last another fifteen minutes?"