I want to be a warlord

Aristocrats are aristocrats, and the underground air-raid shelters are all extremely splendid, with a lot of gold ornaments used.

However, the luxurious atmosphere at this moment was destroyed by a group of vicious militiamen. Montashali's wife and children were hiding in the corner, being watched by a group of militiamen. Only Montashari himself was sitting on a black table with gold inlay. black leather sofa.

Montasari still wore a white turban on his head and a white robe on his body. Although his face looked haggard, he still sat upright and maintained his demeanor. When he saw Wang Zhen and Faisal coming in, a flash of thought flashed across his face. Resentment, regret, murderous intent, fear, but still holding his head high, sitting there, still looking at the two people with condescending eyes.

Your mother, why are you so awesome!

Seeing this, Wang Zhen got so damn angry that he strode up to him without saying a word, and kicked him with his foot.

Seeing Wang Zhen's actions, panic and horror flashed across Montashali's face, but he was in his 50s and never exercised on weekdays. Now he wanted to hide and block, but his reaction was useless. As soon as Wang Zhen, a young man, raised his hand, Wang Zhen kicked him and placed him on his forearm.

His forearm couldn't bear the force and hit his chest. The butt he had just raised fell heavily on the sofa. There was a muffled sound in his chest, his face was pale, and he didn't even scream.

A high-end sofa is a high-end sofa. When he kicked it, Wang Zhen thought that the sofa would tip over and Montasari would fall down in embarrassment. In the end, the sofa only swayed for a moment and then stabilized.

Oh shit!

Wang Zhen curled his lips, stretched out his hands to grab Montasari's scarf and hair, and swung him hard with his hind legs, throwing him directly from the sofa to the ground.

Looking sideways at Montashari, who was covering his head with one hand and struggling to get up from the ground with the other, Wang Zhen patted his pants, turned around and sat on the sofa, crossing his legs.

Is this where you fucking sit?
Dog like thing!

I patted the armrest of the sofa, it was great!

Montashali stood up from the ground, and immediately adjusted his headscarf and robe, and then looked at Wang Zhen hatefully.

"You madman, you lowly thing, how dare you, how dare you!"

Wang Zhen tilted his head, he couldn't understand, he really couldn't understand.

"I'm curious, who gave you the courage to think you could deceive me? Are you people out of your fucking mind? You've been sitting in this position for so long that you can't see yourself clearly?"

"Why?" Montasari's face was full of sneers and he held his head high. "I have investigated you. You have no father who is a high-ranking official, and you do not have a family with deep roots. Both your parents are dead. You dropped out of school at a young age. You are just a person." You're just a waiter in the kitchen, just a delivery boy, what qualifications do you have for me to think highly of you, and what qualifications do you have for me to be equal to you!"

"You don't understand what you are doing at all. You can't see the scenery from above. How dare you break into my home and kill so many people. These families in Iraq will not let you go. You will die a good death sooner or later!" "

The expression on Wang Zhen's face became more and more strange, and he suddenly became less angry, "Just because I don't have parents who are high-ranking officials, and I'm not a child of a big family, it's impossible for me to achieve anything?"

"You, ha." Montasari's face was full of sarcasm, "You are just a puppet of the Americans, just a dog they raised!"

"Faisal, he said I was an American puppet." Wang Zhen couldn't help laughing and turned to look at Faisal.

Montashali also looked over, he wanted to see on Faisal's face that he had made the right decision.

"You are a prophet, God's favored one, and God's agent on earth." Faisal said with a pious look.

Wang Zhen looked at Jin Mao and Donkey again, "He said I was your puppet."

"He thinks too much." Golden Retriever said with a smile.

"Hey, it would be great if what he said is true." The donkey said with emotion.

Wang Zhen looked sideways, and Donkey waved his hand quickly, "Don't look at me, he said it. He has nothing to do with me, but you can't retaliate against me."

Wang Zhen turned his head again and looked at Montasali, watching the expression on his face freeze, twist and collapse.

"Impossible, impossible, you lunatic, you heretic, you deserve to die!" Montashari couldn't accept it at all, and rushed towards Faisal with a ferocious expression.

Faisal just took two steps back to get out of the way, and the two guards behind him rushed forward and knocked Muntashali down, and then laid hands on his hands and feet.

Montasari struggled crazily, but it was because he was physically weak. He lost all his strength in just ten seconds. He was panting heavily, still laughing while panting, "Ha, ha, ha, ha, you are the only one who has never seen the world." Hey, hey, he’s just a pariah, he knows, he knows what a prophet is, ha, ha, ha, it’s really funny, anyone with a little bit of ability is a prophet to you!”

"Ridiculous, stupid, ignorant."

Wang Zhen twitched the corner of his mouth. He was really a die-hard. Although I don't know if all the feudal remnants are like this, this guy is really stubborn. Even with the reality before his eyes, he is still smelly and hard.

"Let him go." Wang Zhen waved his hand, and the two militiamen let go and retreated.

Montasari got up from the ground, and immediately picked up the turban on the ground and put it on again, and arranged the dusty and wrinkled robe.

Seeing this scene, Wang Zhen sighed and curled his lips, reached out and took out the pistol from his waist and pointed it at Montashali.

He just wanted to see if Montashali could still be so stubborn under the gun.

He just wanted to see if this guy would kneel down and beg him.

"Kneel down and beg me, and I will let you go. Otherwise, I will kill your whole family!" Wang Zhen said coldly.Montashari's body froze obviously. Just when Wang Zhen thought he would kneel down, the guy slowly raised his head, his face still full of ridicule, "No way, you are nothing, you are like maggots in the rotting mire. You deserve it!"

"Things like you can never make the descendants of Muhammad surrender." His body was trembling and his face was pale, but Muntashali's mouth was still as hard as ever.

"It's a pity, I never tell lies." Wang Zhen's index finger gently exerted force, and "bang" a bullet pierced Montasari's forehead, flying out from the back of his head with a piece of skull, and blood and brain matter sprayed out for two meters. How far.

Montasari's eyes were distracted, with unwillingness and disbelief. The body shook and fell to the ground.

Shaking his head, Wang Zhen stood up and said, "Let's go."

After taking two steps, Wang Zhen suddenly said: "Take this sofa away, I like it."

"What about these people?" Jin Mao tilted his head. He was talking about Montashali's wife and children in the corner.

Wang Zhen turned around and took a look. His wife and two daughters were scared and hiding with their heads in their hands, but it was their three sons. Wang Zhen saw hatred on their faces.

"What should I do? Brother, are you mistaken? I don't kill women." Wang Zhen chuckled, turned around and walked out, "You guys deal with it."

After walking out of the air-raid basement and getting on the elevator, I heard gunshots inside.

These Iraqi militiamen have no habit of not killing women, and they never show mercy when they kill people.

Of course Golden Donkey and the others won't say anything, and they are not that kind of pedantic people. This kind of people are rich and powerful. It would be strange to keep them and not take revenge.

Even if they throw money at them, they will be the ones who die when the time comes.

The elevator went up and out of the basement. Wang Zhen looked up at the gray-blue sky.

Walking all the way from the Montashari Manor, Wang Zhen waved his hand, "Start the attack, repel the terrorists, and be sure to rescue the Montashari family from the terrorists. You want to see the people alive, and you want to see the corpses dead."

"What about the people who serve their families?" Faisal asked.

"Of course they were rescued. I know what you are worried about. It doesn't matter, no one will listen to what they say." Wang Zhen smiled and waved his hands, "Everyone who understands understands, and those who don't understand... the water is very deep here. We are meant to kill chickens and scare monkeys, and those ordinary people can’t affect anything.”

"I understand." Faisal nodded.

The gunshots and cannons rang out again, and the militiamen of the Democratic and Peace Party began to attack, bound to crush the terrorists' final crazy counterattack!

Never compromise, never retreat!

Don’t be afraid of sacrifice, for Iraq!
Ducking!

Opening the door of the armored vehicle, Wang Zhen and others got into the vehicle.

Sitting on his seat, Wang Zhen took a sip of coffee and suddenly said: "Why, I really don't understand these guys. They are indeed nobles with a long history. Shouldn't they be gentlemen and very graceful? Why? You’re going to give me the fucking nickname of delivery boy.”

"Why do these people look like ruffians? How come they have no quality!"

"Pfft, hahahaha." The donkey couldn't hold back his laughter.

Jin Mao turned his head away so that Wang Zhen wouldn't let Wang Zhen see him grinning. Wang was petty and prone to revenge. He was not a fool like Donkey.

Wang Zhen's black face.

"Ahem, I think this is normal, right? With such a high status, shouldn't they be able to say whatever they want, do whatever they want, eat whatever they want, play whatever they want, and do whatever they want? How can you be indulgent?" Golden Retriever shrugged and said, "You can't already be on top of things, and you have to suppress yourself on the contrary, right?"

"Then what's the point of having so much money and so much power?"

"Just to restrain your own words and deeds?"

"You're crazy, then what's the point of money and power?"

"Serve the people?"

Hearing what Golden Retriever said, Wang Zhen was speechless for a moment.

You are right, I am speechless!

Yes, if being rich and powerful is just to suppress one's own nature, what's the point?
You might as well become a monk directly.

However, this is very inconsistent with Wang Zhen's world view... What he learned since childhood told him that the more knowledgeable, educated, and status he has, the more he should pay attention to his speech and behavior. He should speak with grace and behave with grace. Be tolerant and kind to others and standardize your dealings with others.

Magnificent layout, personable and calm!

Wang Zhen sighed heavily, maybe this is the difference between Eastern and Western cultures. (End of chapter)