Rogue Aventure

Yang Jianli picked up the teapot and poured another cup of tea for Yang Luo, and said, "Why did you come here?"

Yang Luo said, "Come on a tour!"

Yang Jianli smiled slightly: "Although the people of Pakistan are very friendly, there are still many unfriendly people here, especially to us Chinese, so this place is still very dangerous and definitely not a fun place."

Yang Luo also smiled; "How many years have you lived here?"

Yang Jianli thought for a while: "It's been about fifteen or six years, and I can't remember the exact time."

Yang Luo sighed and said: "It's not a short time." He reached into his pocket and touched it, only then remembered that the cigarettes had been given to Abu: "Do you have any cigarettes?"

Yang Jianli stood up and went to the counter inside, took out a pack of cigarettes from the drawer, walked back and threw it to Yang Luo.

Yang Luo picked it up and said, "Yo, Zhonghua!" He unwrapped the package and ordered one, "After so many years, have you ever gone back?"

Yang Jianli continued to fiddle with his tea set, and said sadly: "I only went back once, and that was ten years ago."

Yang Luo tilted his head and glanced at the goods in the store: "Your goods here are all flown in by relatives in China?"

"Yes!" Yang Jianli finally poured tea into the cup in front of him, "I will call back on the first day of every month and ask my family to airlift over the needed goods, including cigarettes and the tea we drink now."

Yang Luo asked: "You have been here for more than ten years, can you tell me anything strange?"

Yang Jianli smiled wryly: "Aside from terrorist attacks, there are terrorist attacks here. There is nothing unusual happening." After he finished speaking, he slapped his head, "I almost forgot, there really were. Last night, four little wolves broke into the into my shop."

"Ha!" Yang Luoha laughed, of course he knew who the four little wolves Yang Jianjian was talking about were, but he didn't expect Xu Hang and the others to come so fast and run in front of him, and it was such a coincidence I also found here, the contact station of the Central Investigation Department.And as China's strongest buddy, the activities of the Central Investigation Department here must also have the support of the Pakistani government, sharing information with the Pakistani Inter-Services Intelligence Agency.Naturally, with Yang Jianli's existence, there is no need for Xu Hang and the others to contact the Pakistani military, they just need to inform Yang Jianli of the matter.

"Really, do wolves dare to run into the city?"

"Fake!" Yang Jianli laughed and took a sip from his teacup, "You can believe it!"

Yang Luo and Yang Jianjian chattered boringly. At the beginning, Abu Dureyimu listened carefully with his ears pricked up, but he became a little impatient and said in a cold voice.

"Should we go?"

Yang Luo tilted his head and glanced at him, raised his eyebrows, and said coldly: "What I want to do is my business, you are not qualified to tell me what to do."

Murderous intent flashed in Abu Dureimu's eyes, and he reached for the gun at his waist.However, he was still very self-aware, knowing that it was impossible for him to kill Yang Luo alone, and instead he would risk his own life, so he took his hand back.

Yang Luo lowered his head, with a faint smile on the corner of his mouth, but cracks appeared in the teacup he was holding in his hand, and the tea slowly overflowed from the cracks.

The back of Yang Luo's head seemed to have eyes. The moment Abu Dureimu withdrew his hand, Yang Luo also let go of the teacup.But Abu Dureyimu didn't know that in just a moment ago, he walked through the gate of hell once.If he hesitated for another second or two, Yang Luo would crush the teacup and cut his neck.

"Your purple sand teacup seems to be a fake, why is it cracked?"

Yang Jianli rolled his eyes, picked up the teacup in front of Yang Luo, and said distressedly: "This is an old thing passed down from my ancestors. It can't be called an antique, but it can't be fake."

Yang Luo said, "Is this handed down by your ancestors?"

Yang Jianli said: "Of course!" After speaking, he poured boiled water into an empty teacup, "You can drink it later!"

Yang Luo looked at the steaming boiled water in the teacup, and waited for five or six minutes: "Is it all right?"

Yang Jianli said, "It's done!"

Yang Luo picked up the teacup and took a sip, his eyes suddenly widened: "How can there be a faint tea fragrance?"

"Hahaha……"

Yang Jianli laughed loudly: "After a hundred years of tea soaking, the teacup itself has the aroma of tea, as long as you pour boiling water, you will taste the taste of tea."

Yang Luo raised the tea cup to his eyes and looked at it carefully: "This is really a good thing!"

As time went on, the sun was high in the sky, and the streets outside were getting more and more people.But motor vehicles are rarely seen, even buses are pitifully few, and every bus is packed, and most of them are rickshaws.There are many people traveling on the street, but not many walking. They all take buses or rickshaws. Even if there are pedestrians, they will not gather in groups like domestic ones. Most of them come and go in a hurry. .Because in Peshawar, terrorist attacks can happen at any time, and places with the densest crowds will become the targets of terrorist attacks.

At this moment, a group of six or seven-year-old children ran past the window shouting and cheering. Yang Luo looked out of the window and saw the innocent smiles on the faces of those children.

Yang Jianjian said: "The children in Peshawar are very brave. Terrorists blew up their schools and prevented them from attending classes, but they still chose to go through the artillery fire to continue their studies." Yang Jianli had a trace of sadness in his eyes, "After so many years Come on, I've been through so many terrorist attacks on schools where innocent kids lost their lives in explosions and gunshots."

Yang Luo picked up another cigarette and lit another: "This is the price you have to pay for going to school in Peshawar."

Yang Jianli said softly: "But the price is too high."

Yang Luo took a deep puff on his cigarette, watched another group of children pass by outside the window through the drifting smoke, and said, "They also have dreams, and they are also working hard for peace, to get rid of poverty, and to get rid of war."

At this time, a Pakistani old man in his 50s with full hair and a beard walked past the window, opened the door and walked in.

Yang Jianli looked at the old man and said with a smile: "Mr. Ayub, school is over." He stood up and gave the chair to the Pakistani old man named Ayyub, then went to the counter and took out a wooden stool. The three of them sat around the tea table, treating Abu Dureimu on one side as air.

"Mr. Yang!" Yang Jianjian pointed to Ayub and said, "This is the teacher of Dashu School, Ayub." Then he pointed to Yang Luo and introduced in Urdu, "Teacher Ayub, This is my compatriot, Mr. Yang Luo from China."

Ayub shook hands with Yang Luo enthusiastically: "Hello, Mr. Yang, welcome to Peshawar as a guest."

Yang Luo stared at Yang Jianli with innocent eyes, and Yang Jianli curled his lips indiscriminately. He already knew Yang Luo's identity, so of course he didn't think Yang Luo could understand Urdu.But as a senior agent, his sense of smell is quite keen, and Xu Hang told him about Yang Luo's mission, so he knew from the beginning that Abdurheim was a terrorist.

"Teacher Ayub said, you are welcome to visit Peshawar." Yang Jianjian translated.

Yang Luo nodded and said, "Teacher Ayub, I also welcome you to visit China."

"You two, don't be so polite." Yang Jianli said with a smile, "Mr. Ayub is my friend, and he will drink tea with me every day after school. He also hopes to go to China one day."

Yang Luo and Ayub had a hot chat, and Yang Jianli acted as an optional translator.But Abu Dureyimu became more and more irritable and impatient, but he didn't want to leave, and kept struggling.

Seeing that it was two o'clock in the afternoon, Abu Dureyimu's stomach growled, and he was so hungry that his chest was pressed against his back, but Yang Luo had no intention of leaving.

Suddenly two Pakistani women with big bellies and scarves walked in.Then walking around the store, one of the women pointed to a scarf and asked, "How much is that scarf?"

Yang Jianli stood up and was about to walk over when Yang Luo put his hand on his shoulder and said with a smile, "280 rupees!"

The woman seemed to think it was expensive, said something to another woman, and then looked at other scarves.It's just that Abu Dureimu's face changed drastically, because Yang Luo spoke Urdu.Yang Luo obviously didn't understand Urdu, so when he chatted with the old man, Yang Jianjian acted as an interpreter.But now Yang Luo not only understands Urdu, but also speaks it very purely.Abu Dureimu knew that there was something wrong with Yang Luo even though he was stupid. Just as he was about to reach for the pistol at his waist, the two women walked over with a scarf.

"Boss, how much is this?"

Yang Luo suddenly laughed and stood up: "That's not for sale!" After speaking, he clasped the wrist of Abu Dureimu who was touching the pistol, and then grabbed Abu Dureimu's shoulder with the other hand, and stretched his arms together. use force.Yang Luo threw Abu Dureyimu's [-] to [-]-pound body and smashed it at the two women who came over.

The woman who was walking in front was hit straight by Abdurheimu, and there was a scream and the sound of countless ribs being broken together.The woman behind quickly hid to the side, and then suddenly rushed towards Yang Luo and the others.When she lifted her clothes, she revealed a row of bombs tied tightly around her waist.Looking at Yang Luo's face with an extremely weird smile, he stretched out his hand and pressed the detonation button of the explosive on his waist.

Yang Luo roared, "Let's go!" Then he jumped up and flew towards a small door behind Yang Jianli.With a bang, the wooden door that was not very strong was smashed to pieces by Yang Luo.

Yang Jianli also reacted quickly, grabbed Ayub who didn't know what happened, turned over and rolled into the small door behind him.

"boom!"

A group of absolutely hot and dazzling flames suddenly rose in the store, sweeping the entire space in an instant.This small store, with its weak walls, violently groaned in pain in front of the flames.Then it was torn apart by a terrifying force beyond human imagination, and stones of different sizes flew around at subsonic speed.

The people passing by on the street in front of the shop were scorching hot, screaming in the air, drawing black streamlines of stones one after another and hitting them, screaming in horror and screaming in pain.Immediately afterwards, two walls that were still standing strong also collapsed.