Rogue Aventure

Maihe Sumu Aishan looked at Yang Luo's hands that had been raised in the air, and was afraid that Yang Luo's face would turn violent. Just as he was about to say something, Yang Luo shrugged and put his hands down.

Maihesumu Aishan really didn't take it seriously when he saw Yang Luo, he was completely relieved, and said, "Don't mind, Adair has such a personality."

Yang Luo shrugged, he was not surprised by Adair's attitude.As the highest-level military leader of Al Qaeda 1, he holds the power of countless lives and deaths, and is still alive for so many years after being offered a reward of 500 million US dollars by the Yankees, which proves that this person is very intelligent, not only smart but also capable Not to be underestimated, naturally he has the capital of pride.

After several people entered the house, Yang Luo realized that the outside of the house was made of stone, which looked no different from other ordinary houses, but the inside was made of reinforced concrete.When passing the gate, Yang Luo took a look. The thickness of the concrete must be at least one meter.Such a building is bombed with heavy artillery, and it is estimated that it will take half an hour of continuous bombing to destroy it.Of course, if the building is really bombed with heavy artillery, even if the building cannot be destroyed in a short period of time, the people inside will not be able to withstand the shock wave and sound produced by the explosion. As long as there are two more salvos, they will die cleanly.There is also a thing called a missile, and one can raze this place to the ground.

There are also many rooms inside, like a maze. You enter a room with twists and turns. This is an underground passage. Walk down the steps. There are more than 20 steps. There is a door in front of you. Open the door Inside is a room, which can cover more than 200 square meters, with luxurious decoration and all modern facilities.What caught Yang Luo's attention was that half of the room was filled with wireless communication equipment.

Adair walked to the sofa and faced an old Afghan man with white hair and a snow-white beard sitting on the sofa. He lowered his head and said something. The old man looked up and just nodded slightly without getting up. .

"Maihesumu Aishan, I didn't expect that we would meet again." The tone was very calm, and it was hard to tell whether he was happy or unhappy.

Abdureimu and Abdul looked at the old man in front of them, standing there nervously, not daring to move.And Maihesumu Aishan also became very nervous, bent slightly and said: "Mr. Zawahiri, I am so sorry to come to see you so presumptuously."

This old man is Ayman al-Zawahiri, who was born in a wealthy family in a small town called Manadi, ten kilometers south of Cairo, Egypt. A well-known local professor of pharmacology.Since he was a boy, he has been a loyal follower of Islamic extremist organizations such as the Muslim Brotherhood, and deeply respects Said Qutb al-Zawahri, the spiritual leader of the organization.He joined a radical Islamic extremist organization in 1. One year later, he graduated from the most prestigious Cairo University School of Medicine in Egypt. Later, he obtained a master's degree in surgery and opened a clinic in the suburbs of Cairo.In 1, the Egyptian Islamic Jihad Organization was established. In 1, the organization merged with the al-Qaeda led by bin Laden.

If Bin Laden is compared to the spiritual leader of al-Qaeda, then al-Zawahri is the prime minister.As Osama bin Laden's most trusted friend, he is the chief strategist of al-Qaeda and the top planner of most terrorist attacks.The most famous is planning the 1 terrorist attacks that shocked the world.The security department of the Yankees once said that Osama bin Laden is the biggest threat to the security of the United States, so the existence of al-Zawahiri is a disaster for the United States.The U.S. military and intelligence agencies have racked their brains to try to catch al-Zawahiri, but all failed.When bin Laden died, Zawahiri became the successor to the world's number one terrorist.

Zawahiri smiled slightly: "I'm glad you came back alive, but you shouldn't bring heretics here."

When Zawahiri spoke, his voice was very soft and he had a smile on his face, but Maihesumu Aishan's face suddenly turned pale.

"Mr al-Zawahiri, they are not heretics, they are my brothers, and I would not have come back without them."

Zawahiri waved his hand: "You know, I will not meet anyone except Allah's servants."

A thin layer of sweat appeared on Maihesumu Aishan's forehead, and Yang Luo smiled: "Mr. Zawahiri, although I am not a servant of Allah, I am a warrior, and I have a warrior in my heart." The world, and this world is going to become a reality, only you and Maihesumu Aishan can realize it, so I am here. I don’t think you will reject a real warrior, let’s create a new world with you.”

Zawahiri didn't look at Yang Luo all the time, and only cast his gaze over when he heard Yang Luo speak.There was a wise light in his eyes, but he was cold, and his body naturally exuded a powerful aura.

"True warriors? We are all warriors by Allah."

Yang Luo's right arm shook, and the dagger slipped into his hand. Adair's body tensed up suddenly, and his right hand grasped the handle of the saber at his waist.

With a faint smile on Yang Luo's face, he grabbed the blade with his left hand, and blood spurted out from between his fingers in an instant.Then Yang Luo pulled out the dagger in his left hand little by little, just like the slow motion in the movie, everyone can see, as Yang Luo pulled out the dagger, the wound on the edge of the palm became bigger and bigger, and the blood became bigger and bigger. The flow became more and more, but the smile on Yang Luo's face has not changed, it is still so calm.

Zawahiri narrowed his eyes, and Adair's expression changed, his brows twitched.If it is said that a dagger is stabbed into the body suddenly and then pulled out quickly, he can bear such pain.After all, for a person like him who often faces the hail of bullets and struggles in the flames of war for half his life, physical injury is already a common occurrence.But like Yang Luo, like a saw, pulling the wound bit by bit, this is definitely not something ordinary people can bear.

What shocked him the most was that no matter whether it was the left hand holding the blade or the right hand holding the dagger, there was no tremor at all. They were so stable, just like a cold machine, so stable and impeccable.

Yang Luo's right hand suddenly raised, bringing up a string of blood beads, and then slowly spread his left hand, only to see a huge wound on the left palm, with bones visible deep.Seeing this scene, even Adair, who has long regarded life and death as insignificant, couldn't tremble in his heart.Especially the faint smile on Yang Luo's face, which was extremely free and easy.Looking up at him, she felt superior.

Every member of the base is a fanatical religious believer with extreme beliefs. They can use ordinary bodies to create miracles one after another.But if you want to be a real fighter, you must dare to face powerful enemies. No matter who they are, if they dare to challenge their beliefs and God, even if they are strong, they will ignore their own life and death, and ignore the pain of their bodies. Explode the terrifying power far beyond the limit of ordinary people, and destroy the enemy.And Yang Luo is a real fighter, his body has already exceeded the limit of suffering for ordinary people.

The whole space became very silent, and everyone was silent.I don't know how long it took, but there was monotonous and rhythmic applause.

"Crack...crack..."

The applause broke the silence, and Zawahri clapped and said, "There is an old saying in China that there is a sky beyond the sky, and there are people beyond people. Adair, now you know what it means."

Adair looked at Yang Luo and suddenly laughed, this was the first time he laughed, "Dear foreign brother, you are very brave and powerful, you are indeed a real fighter, please forgive me for being unreasonable just now .” Saying that, he stretched out his hand sincerely.

Yang Luo looked at him and said flatly: "I will not extend my hand to those who have rejected me a second time."

Adair was taken aback for a moment, and then laughed again: "Dear foreign brother, you really surprised me and impressed me." After finishing speaking, he untied the saber at his waist, "Take it, it's my gift of apology .”

Yang Luo still didn't reach out, and Adair continued: "This saber has been following me, and I don't know how many enemies have died under its sharp edge. It can be said that it has become my best friend, and it also represents a The honor of a soldier. Now I give it to you, a soldier like me, I hope you will not let it down, and use it to drink the blood of the enemy."

Yang Luo hesitated for a moment, and finally took the saber.Maihesumu Aishan, Abduraimu and Abdul showed smiles on their faces.

Adair patted Yang Luo on the shoulder, then looked at Maihe Sumu Aishan: "Tell me, what are you doing here?"

Maihesum Aishan said: "I want to tell the whole world that I bought Hesumaishan back, so I need the cooperation of Pakistani brothers."

Adair looked at Zawahiri, who nodded, and Adair said, "Yes, let me know when you will act."

Maihesumu Aishan bowed slightly: "Thank you, then I won't bother you." After speaking, he started to leave.

Adair said: "Wait!" After speaking, he walked to the wall and pressed a yellow button. Not long after, a young Afghan man in a white robe came in with a medicine box.

Adair pointed to Yang Luo and said, "His hand is injured, help him deal with it."

The young man nodded, and frowned when he saw the wound on Yang Luo's left hand, then opened the medicine box, took out the needle tube and medicine in it, and was about to give Yang Luo an injection.

Yang Luo grabbed the needle: "What kind of medicine is this?"

The young man said dissatisfiedly: "Anaesthesia, the injury on your hand is very serious and needs to be stitched up."

"Crack" Yang Luo crushed the needle, "Are you insulting me? As a soldier, I don't need anesthesia. Moreover, anesthesia will paralyze my nerves. Once I encounter an enemy, it will reduce my ability to respond."

The young man looked at Yang Luo as if he was looking at a lunatic: "Are you sure you don't need anesthesia?"

Yang Luo said, "No need!"

The young man nodded: "Okay, I hope you don't cry, and I hope you can still stand after I finish stitching up." After speaking, he took out anti-inflammatory water to disinfect Yang Luo's wound, and then looked at Yang Luo with a suture needle, "Get ready Ok?"

Yang Luo smiled slightly: "Let's sew!"

The suture needle pierced Yang Luo's palm fiercely, and then he picked it up, bloodshot out.On the other hand, Yang Luo didn't have any expression on his face, and calmly watched the suture needle stab into his palm one by one, and the wound closed with the suture thread tightening.