Fearon waved his hand towards Sirmon and said with a grin: "With your skin color, anyone who compares with you will be a loser!" Then he said to Neilko, who was still standing at the door but had not come in: "What... this
Is it your cousin? Are you sure you got the right person?"
I have to say that the bald bearded man in front of me is darker than the original Baron Davis, but judging from his frame, he must be Persian? Isn't his skin color so dark and strange?
Just when Feilun was looking at the bald and bearded man with the same eyes as Grandma Liu entering the Grand View Garden, Nico came to Simon's ear with an ugly expression and whispered a few words. After listening, Simon was a little at a loss.
, I don’t know whether I should tell Feren the information about Nirko.
It's a pity that both of them underestimated Feilun's ear. At this time, he completely understood what the other party meant by calling him "pretty face."
Butt is synonymous. Those terrorists don't care what your skin color is. As long as you have a hole in it, you're good.
Of course, the bald and bearded people here may not necessarily want to kick Phelan's ass, but it does have the meaning of contempt and swearing. It is like scolding a gringo in a mainland dialect. It doesn't matter if the gringo doesn't understand, just take advantage of the lively people to understand!
After learning this, Fearon's eyes turned extremely cold when he looked at the bald and bearded man. He then said a word to the smiling bald and bearded man: "No. 2, the little guy did it all!"
As soon as the words fell, everyone's eyes blurred. The bodies of the four guys with AKs on their shoulders froze in place in an instant. That's not all. The two men sitting next to the bald bearded men were about to draw their guns, but their heads were like
It suddenly exploded like a watermelon, with red and white explosions all over the floor. It almost scared Simon and others to the point of peeing.
The bald bearded man was also dumbfounded. At this time, Feilun slowly walked up to him, patted his cheeks that were darker than the bottom of the pot, and said with a sneer: "Can you explain to me? What does pretty boy mean? Accept? Sell.
butt?"
Hearing the last three words, the bald bearded man was stunned for a moment. Before he could quibble, he felt severe pain in his elbows. When he glanced at it, he found that his arm had been broken by Feilun from the elbow down.
What's even more cruel is that Grant, who had already killed the other men, appeared next to the bald man with a beard. He didn't pay attention to his screams at all, and turned him over like a chicken, and pulled off his pants from his lower body.
Fearon took two severed hands and thrust them into the guy's butt crack.
Feren sneered and looked at the bald bearded man who was rolling on the ground and screaming but unable to pull off his severed hand. He smiled evilly and said: "Who is the pretty boy now?" After a pause, he said to Nilko: "For your sake.
For your sake, I'll spare your cousin's life, so let's do this for today!" After saying that, he turned around and left the box, but quietly ordered Ant No. 1 to get on the bald bearded man.
Originally, Phelan planned to get in touch with the bald bearded man, and then find Ledeng through him, and finally wipe out al-Qaeda. That would be done once and for all, but he never thought that this guy's contemptuous words of "little pretty boy" would make Phelan completely change his mind.
.Anyway, as long as this guy doesn't die, I believe he will definitely contact the boss. In this way, you can just follow the clues and save yourself trouble with others.
Seeing Feren, Grant, and Simon, Ladd huffing and puffing and walking out again, Nico glanced at his cousin who was screaming on the ground, and then at his cousin's men who were standing still.
He was a little frightened and a little gloating, probably because his old cousin was basically a distant relative with a very weak blood relationship. When he was a child, he lived across the street and bullied him a lot. But when he grew up, he got into the drug trafficking business and became Sir
Meng's subordinates were only contacted by the big boss when there was a business need, but in fact they didn't want to see him.
After thinking about it, Nico still approached the black cousin who was rolling on the ground with kindness, pretending to cry and said: "Brother, that nigger even called Mr. Simon "sir," why don't you keep an eye on him?
Omen, does your butt hurt?" He glanced at the bearded butt with two severed hands in front of him, and continued to talk to himself: "It must be very painful, do you want me to call an ambulance for you?"
The bald bearded man was still humming, but his eyes were looking at Nilko sinisterly. After a long while, he shook his face and reluctantly cursed: "Nilko, you fucking dare to trick me?"
"Cousin, how could I be cheating on you?" Nielko pretended to be innocent, "Isn't the pretty guy in your organization the same as a butt dealer? I'm just telling the truth! You should know that Mr. Simon is not
Dear man and woman, if he knew that I knew what [little pretty face] meant but didn’t accuse him on the spot, I would probably end up even worse than you do now!"
These words are a typical example of not mentioning something. The bald bearded man became angry when he heard it: "That nigger, this revenge of a broken hand... I'm going to find a hundred people to treat him like a white-faced guy in the US military!"
"
Nirko was noncommittal about these harsh words and shrugged: "Cousin, you should take care of yourself first, right? I'm afraid your subordinates around you are not optimistic!" At this point, he glanced at the blood-streaked man with a beard.
Both elbows said, "Since you don't need to call an ambulance, I'll leave my phone here and you can take care of it later!" As he spoke, he put down his phone and planned to leave.
The bald bearded man became anxious when he saw this, and quickly shouted: "Wait a minute, Nilko, please call me!" As he said this, he deliberately raised his bloody arms.
Nico deliberately hesitated and said: "I'd better help you bandage your wound first, otherwise there will be too much blood and you won't have the energy to seek revenge!"
"Thank you!" The bald bearded man thanked him with his mouth, but secretly complained: Damn it, I have to ask you, huh, wait, you will beg me someday! But the bandage on my elbow is coming from
The pain made him tremble again: I have both hands gone. Boss Muhammad will not abandon me, right?
Neilko didn't care what the bald bearded man was thinking. After scrawling and bandaging it, he immediately picked up his cell phone and said: "Cousin, tell me the number and I'll dial it for you!"
The bald bearded man also came to his senses at this time and sighed: "Go and close the box door first, lest anyone passing by hears my call!"
Neilko tilted his head when he heard this, went over and closed the box door, turned around and said, "You can talk now!"
"Of course!" The bald bearded man quickly reported a series of numbers.
Neilko dialed the number, but to his surprise, the phone rang five or six times before the call was answered.
At the same time, in the car outside the bar, Ferran didn't leave after getting in the car. He was just waiting for the letter from Ant No. 1. After all, the bald bearded man was now disabled, and if he wanted to leave Mashhad, he had to be escorted by someone.
, otherwise his injured body will definitely be targeted by CIA agents in the city.
It is worth mentioning that after the 1990s, the CIA's field agents were like mad dogs, snooping around the world, with the Middle East being the focus, and places like Mashhad being the absolute top priority, so Ferran didn't believe it.
No CIA agent has paid attention to or is paying attention to the bald bearded man. You know, the bearded man has a skin color that is comparable to that of a black man, and the few men around him who look like bandits carrying AKs are not attractive.
It’s hard to pay attention!
Sure enough, when Nilko helped pass the connected mobile phone to the ear of the bald bearded man in the box, Feren had already learned the phone number that the other party had dialed.
Without saying a word, Fearon took out the old modified mobile phone. After seven or eight broiler transfers, he quickly connected to the US military's backup military satellite. Then he easily switched into the military GPS system and began to monitor the bald and bearded man.
Dial the number for tracking and location.
It has to be said that today, when wireless phone networks bring us great convenience, for several major military and technological countries on the earth, identifying the relay and forwarding of wireless phone signals is no longer a big problem, so they are equipped with multiple sets of
The military GPS system that assists the locking and tracking system locates the receiving source point of the mobile phone signal almost as soon as the call is connected.
Seeing the longitude and latitude displayed on the phone, Feren paused for a moment on the map and immediately determined that the receiving source was in Torbat Jam, a small town southeast of Mashhad near the Albanian border, and the phone the other party used to answer the call happened to be a Nokia.
Lun left and issued a locking command to the military GPS system by modifying his mobile phone.
What is locking? Just like there is a number on a car engine, this world-famous brand mobile phone at the time also had a serial number on its circuit board, and this hardware serial number can be obtained through software, so once it is locked
The serial number of the circuit board is equivalent to locking the mobile phone. Even if the mobile phone is replaced with a private M card, the call content can still be intercepted, unless the mobile phone is stolen.
Of course, regarding the identification of circuit board serial numbers, the US military can only identify the original mobile phones of several well-known mobile phone manufacturers in the world for the time being. As for the same brand mobile phones and miscellaneous mobile phones produced by foundries, they cannot identify them in time.
Locked. But it just so happened that the phone that received Nilko's call was the original one, and it happened to be chased by Feren, and the serial number identification software on the tracking system he called had just been debugged.
A few days, but it happened to come in handy, so someone deserves to be unlucky.
At this thought, Fearon couldn't help but laugh out loud. Simon and Ladd, who were sitting across from him, were a little confused and wanted to come over to see what was on Fearon's phone, but Grant was sitting next to Fearon numbly.
, still staring at them, so the two could only suppress their curiosity and sit upright.
At the same time, the bald bearded man who finished the phone call said to Nilko: "Thank you..." Before he finished speaking, he suddenly kicked Nilko in the crotch.
"Ouch——"
Nico screamed and subconsciously covered his crotch. When he bent his head down, he was shocked to find that the soles of his cousin's feet were getting bigger and bigger in his sight...