Then, Liu Dong grabbed the fainted guy and put it on his shoulders. After using the relic Yuanguang to put away the Humvee, he retrieved the three tungsten steel long arrows he had just shot and cleaned up the scene.
After leaving traces, he jumped onto the nearby rocks and quickly disappeared in the middle of the earth-yellow mountains in a few flashes.
After randomly finding a deserted place, Liu Dong waved the other person and threw him to the ground. Then he pinched the other person's "renzhong" with his hand, and then the guy opened his eyes faintly.
As soon as he opened his eyes and saw Liu Dong, the man instantly remembered the previous situation, and a look of panic quickly appeared on his face.
"Jiliguala...!"
After talking for a while and seeing that Liu Dong made no movement, he realized that the other party could not understand him at all. After switching to English, he said, "I am willing to give you all the money I have, please don't kill me! And I
You are still a direct descendant of the Murat family in Turkey. As long as you don’t hurt me, my family will give you more money! I promise!”
Listening to the opponent's words, he was obviously frightened by Liu Dong's decisive attack. But Liu Dong didn't know how this guy, who was obviously just a rich second generation, had the courage to come to Afghanistan at any time.
There are remote places where life is at risk.
Liu Dong couldn't figure it out and stopped thinking about it, and he didn't leave this guy here specifically just to ask this! Let alone the money in his pocket!
"stop!"
After Liu Dong finished speaking, the thirty-year-old Turk trembled all over. He quickly stopped his endless begging for mercy and looked at the face in front of him in a rather silent manner. His face was covered with paint, and his face could not be seen clearly.
A ruthless robber in his eyes!
He now regrets that he shouldn't have come to this war-torn Afghanistan just to earn some face, otherwise he wouldn't be in the current predicament.
"name?"
Liu Dong doesn't care what the other person thinks, he just wants to know the information he wants to know!
"My name is Kamili, Kamili Murat! Sir, please let me go. I can give you a lot of money...!"
"If you dare to say one more thing that is not what I asked, I will blow your head off with this gun!" As he spoke, Liu Dong pointed at Kamili's head with the black Luger pistol in his hand.
The cold look instantly calmed down this guy with a bit of a rich second-generation habit.
"Sure enough, violence is the most effective!" Liu Dong thought as he looked at the other party's tame look.
"I asked you where is the place ahead?"
Looking at the pistol pointed at his head, Kamili did not dare to lie even though he was extremely nervous. He quickly said: "Kamdesh from Kunarha Province, Afghanistan!"
"Kamdesh?"
Recalling the map of Afghanistan that he had memorized earlier in his mind, Liu Dong found that he was already at the border area between Afghanistan and Pakistan.
After confirming his location, Liu Dong continued to ask: "What is the purpose of going there?"
"Going to an auction there?"
"Auction?" Liu Dong did not expect to get such an answer.
Seeing the look on Liu Dong's face that seemed a little unbelievable, Kamil Murat quickly said: "Yes. Yes, we are participating in the auction! In order to raise funds to buy arms to fight against the Americans, the Taliban put the originals in the National Museum of Afghanistan.
Put the cultural relics out for auction!”
"Is everything you said true?" Liu Dong, who was moved in his heart, said quickly.
"Absolutely true!"
After receiving the confirmation again, Liu Dong's mood suddenly became complicated.
For him who loves collecting and aspires to become a world-class collector, the National Museum of Afghanistan is no stranger to him!
Many of the collections in the National Museum, established in Kabul, Afghanistan in 1919, are unique and rare treasures in the world. They represent the long history of this Central Asian country and the silk that connected ancient China and ancient Rome.
An important strategic location on the road.
In this museum, the extremely precious 'Bikram Ivory Statue' and the famous 'Koinoor' diamond were collected. The National Museum of Afghanistan was once known as one of the museums with the largest collection of rare treasures in the world.
But after experiencing three catastrophes, including the Soviet invasion in 1979, Afghan President Najibullah in 1989, and Taliban armed robbery in 1996, the National Museum of Afghanistan, which once had countless treasures, now has very little left! It is just empty.
The photos of the collection hanging on the wall are left for posterity to remember!
But thinking of this, Liu Dong suddenly became excited about the precious artworks that were going to be auctioned by the Taliban armed forces. This completely scratched the itch in his heart!
However, Liu Dong, who was about to calm down after getting excited, looked at Kamil Murat's wandering eyes, smiled coldly, made a 'click' sound, loaded the Ruger pistol in his hand, and pointed it at the opponent again!
"Hey, wait a minute, I just said everything I know!" Kamil Murat said hurriedly.
"I'll give you one last chance, or I won't hesitate to waste a bullet and blow your head off!"
Hearing this, looking at the cold look on the face of the man in front of him. Thinking about the tragic situation when his five mercenary bodyguards died, Kamil Murat was extremely afraid. For him who was born into a wealthy family, there was nothing better than his own.
Life is more precious and worth cherishing!
When life is gone, it is really over. There is nothing left!
"If I tell you, you have to promise not to kill me?" Kamil Murat gritted his teeth after hesitating for a while.
"Okay, I promise! As long as you tell the truth, I can spare your life! I will do what I say!" Liu Dong said.
"What if you can't do it?"
Liu Dong smiled calmly and raised the Luger pistol in his hand, "Besides trusting me, do you have any other choices now?"
Hearing this, after hesitating for a while and unable to think of any other better way, Kamil Murat reluctantly said: "Actually, this time I came to Kamdesh, in addition to participating in the public auction,
, our Murat family also wants to get the drugs in the hands of the Taliban!"
"poison?"
Liu Dong was stunned for a moment, but soon understood.
Afghanistan, as a country with perennial turmoil and chaos and extreme poverty, like many poor countries in the world, is also a major drug production area in the world.
Whether it is the Taliban's al-Qaeda organization that once controlled the country, or the Northern Alliance that occupies the seven northern provinces, they plant a large number of poppies on the territory they control every year. The output of these poppies is exchanged for money, which maintains the Taliban's
The military presence of Al Qaeda and the Northern Alliance, and providing them with funds to expand their armies and purchase weapons and equipment!
After hearing this explanation, Liu Dong observed Kamil Murat's expression and after confirming that he was not lying, he didn't ask any more questions!
However, it’s hard for Liu Dong to renege on his promise! But he can’t just let him go, otherwise it would be bad if he leaks his whereabouts!
After thinking for a while, Liu Dong had an idea.
"Hey, what are you doing? Didn't you just promise not to kill me...!"
Looking at Kamil Murat who had been knocked unconscious by him, Liu Dong grabbed the opponent's belt and carried his whole body in his hands. Then he found a random place in the surrounding mountains and carved a stone with the relic Yuanguang.
After entering the cave, Liu Dong threw Kamil Murat in, and then put down enough food and fresh water to last him for a week, and then Liu Dong moved stones to block the entrance of the cave!
After doing all this, Liu Dong clapped his hands, glanced at the $25 million cash check he got from the other party, and turned around to leave!
"When I finish what I'm doing, I'll come back and let you go!"
One week is the deadline Liu Dong set for himself!
…
After figuring out the cause and effect of the incident from Kamil Murat, Liu Dong boldly drove his Hummer along the mountain road toward Kamdesh, a few kilometers away.
Not long after, Liu Dong's car arrived at the entrance to the town he had seen earlier!
"Get out of the car and check!"
After signaling Liu Dong to stop, two Taliban soldiers with AK47s in their arms quickly ran over from the sentry post. One of them checked Liu Dong's car, and the other walked to Liu Dong's side.
At this time, Liu Dong had already used the human skin mask he made in Colombia to change his makeup. No one here could recognize him. In addition, with the ID he took from Kamil Murat,
It was easy to pass the inspection at the gate sentry!
"Please take your ID and come with me!"
Although he was a little surprised that Liu Dong dared to enter the war-torn Afghanistan alone, these soldiers who should have obviously received instructions performed their duties very well.
Watching the other party get into the car and get on his passenger seat, Liu Dong also understood what he meant.
Next, under the guidance of the other party, Liu Dong drove into the crowded and bustling Kamdesh behind!
As I drove all the way, I looked at this small town with a population of 30,000. All I could see were earth-yellow houses made of stones, soil, and bricks. From the appearance alone, there were not many other decorations.
Only the clothes hanging out of the window add a bit of color to this chaotic and even crowded city.
In this city, which can only be regarded as a township in China, a cross-shaped avenue cuts the entire city into a "field" shape!
It is almost rare to see three-story buildings on both sides of the central street, and even two-story buildings are relatively rare. They are basically bungalows! And along the way, Liu Dong discovered that the men here range from sixty-year-old men to
, down to children as young as seven or eight years old, almost everyone has a gun in their hand!
There are the more common ak47, and there are also single rifles from the last century!
Judging from the robes and turbans they wear and the language they speak, these people are all Pashtuns! (To be continued.)