I want to be a warlord

Cultural differences are often diametrically opposed.

Think about it, sometimes it is really like this. In foreign countries, those rich people with hundreds of millions of dollars want status and status. According to the imagination of Chinese people, these people should be free and easy, calm and steady, humble in speech, and humorous.

At least they look like Lao Ma, Xiao Ma, or Lao Wang.

But actually?
Patrick Carlo, a billionaire with a net worth of $82 billion, spat in the face of a restaurant waiter because he stopped him from chatting up a female customer at the table next to him!
Musk often makes bizarre remarks, such as wanting to compete with Zuckerberg.

The President of the United States is a big-mouthed golden retriever...The Prime Minister of the United Kingdom has no brains.

This may be the culture, which emphasizes the nature of releasing oneself...

It is completely the opposite in China where the official system is in place. When you are nothing, you can say whatever you want and influence politics. But if you are really successful, you must restrain your words and deeds, otherwise you will get into trouble.

Right, old horse...

If you were like Tonkiko, even if you were a county leader, the organization would have advised you to retire long ago.

Of course, Wang Zhen doesn’t know whether indulgence is good or not.

Sitting in the armored vehicle, I watched everyone perform the drill. In the end, the militiamen completed the rescue plan and killed more than a dozen terrorists. The entire process was recorded, including the appearance of the deceased, and of course, those who were brutally murdered by the 'terrorists' in the basement. The Montashari family.

"Cruel, so cruel!" Wang Zhen stood in front of the camera, his face full of indignation. "Do these guys think killing can make the Iraqi people surrender? Do they think death can intimidate the top leaders of Iraq?"

"No, they can't. They are wrong. The Iraqis will never succumb to the white terror of terrorists!"

As he spoke, Wang Zhen waved his fist vigorously.

Watching from afar, Golden Retriever and Donkey winked.

"Can you say such shameless words in front of Montashali's body? The key is to act as if it's true." Donkey asked with a smile.

"No!" Golden Retriever shook his head.

"So, you can't be a capitalist, capitalists have no heart!"

"I think it's okay for him to be a politician." Jin Mao said with a smile.

"It's just as shameless. You obviously open your eyes and look at the facts, but what you say is completely the opposite." The donkey tsked.

"That's called lying with open eyes." The poet suddenly interrupted.

"Let's organize and edit it and release it to the public as soon as possible to prove the legality and controversy of our actions." After the filming, Wang Zhen clapped his hands and said something before turning around and leaving, not even bothering to look at Montasari's body again.

The convoy left, and the next stop was straight to Walid's house.

For this guy who calls himself a delivery boy, he must come and have a chat with him.

The journey was smooth, and Wang Zhen's motorcade arrived at Walid's manor and villa twenty minutes later.

During this time, reporters were notified that the terrorists on this road had been driven out, and that all the terrorists who attacked Montashari's home had been killed. They were safe and could conduct interviews.

But the first reporter hurried over and the story soon began to spread.

The terrorists who were killed, the Muntasari family who were massacred by terrorists, etc.

The remaining 15 families have been highly concerned about what happened to the Montasari family, and have mobilized their own connections to rescue him, but strangely, there has been no direct reply.

From the U.S. Embassy to the stationed U.S. Army Major General, they ignored them and only released a message to the outside world. Unfortunately, the Muntasari family suffered a large-scale attack by terrorists. The scene was very brutal. Unfortunately, Muntasari died in the hands of the terrorists. At gunpoint.

The message was sent out casually, and almost instantly the Tikrit gang, old and young, broke through their defenses.

Just as they look down on ordinary people and the delivery boy Wang Zhen, in the eyes of Americans, these remnants of the Middle Eastern aristocrats from the previous era are also nothing!
How did you die?

Was he attacked by terrorists or died because of some conspiracy?

Who cares?

Not only does Major General Bevin of the US Army not care, but John, the top leader of the CIA, also doesn't care. As for the US Embassy... whether you care or not, it depends on whether you are interesting enough or not!

What do you mean?
A little fun.

But now that the official has determined this matter, it can only be very embarrassing...

You can't go against the CIA and the military, that wouldn't be interesting enough!

When the convoy arrived at Walid's house, Wang Zhen personally pushed a 105 recoilless rifle, loaded it with a high-explosive shell, and fired it at the door.

"boom!"

A grenade fired, and the wrought iron gate was blown down on the spot and hit the ground with a bang.

In the villa, hearing the explosion at the door, Walid shook violently and cursed, "Takeaway boy, how dare you!"

Even though Wang Zhen had massacred Montashali's entire family, even though they all knew about it, they still felt angry and unbelievable when it happened!

Americans don't care?
Why don't they care!
Are there any human rights anymore!
Is there any legal system left?
After blasting the door open with a cannon, Wang Zhen called on the people to continue loading the cannons. Next to him, Jinmao and Donkey also pushed out a 105 recoilless rifle.

The two of them have never played this thing before!

They are a special operations team and have limited weapons they can carry. They used to use different models of M72 instead.

But to be honest, the M72 caliber is only 66mm, and the guy pushing it in his hand is 105mm, so its power is completely different!Even for a main battle tank like the T-72, the rear armor can't stand being hit by the 105mm recoilless force, and the tracks are broken instantly!
Of course, that's assuming you can get it.

Three cannons were aimed at the first floor of the main building of the villa at the same time.

The security personnel inside the house had just set up their guns, preparing to resist the attack of the group at the door, but when they saw the artillery aiming at them, all the monsters turned around and ran away!
If you don't run, don't you wait to die?
In front of artillery, everyone is equal!
At about 100 meters, there is no difference from shooting close to the scalp.

The three of them were all aiming at the windows. The manor villa was very big and there were many windows on the first floor, which was enough to divide them!
"boom!"

"boom!"

"boom!"

Three 105mm high-explosive bombs exploded in the lobby on the first floor. It was no longer the autumn wind sweeping away fallen leaves. This was a natural disaster scene caused by an earthquake and a typhoon.

There were three large pits on the ground inside the house, and everything exposed was destroyed to pieces!
It doesn’t matter if you have a precious camel hair carpet, a leather sofa, a table made of rare wood, a marble column, or an artwork... they are all rotten!
Before Wang Zhen and the others could launch the second round, Feisal walked over and handed over a phone.

"Hey?"

"Wang Zhen, you are crazy, how dare you bombard my home!" Walid's roar rang on the phone.

Good guy!
Wang Zhen's eyes widened. Are you so tough?
How did he know that Walid was very restrained now and did not call him a delivery boy.

"No, haven't I already blasted it? You asked me how dare you, but you didn't hear it!" Wang Zhen grinned and motioned to the militiamen behind him to continue filling.

Then he fired violently, "Boom!"

This time it was an armor-piercing projectile. One shot opened the outer wall, and the metal jet swept across the room. The high temperature instantly caused a fire.

"You, you, you... stop bombing!" Walid had to change his tone.

Wang Zhen: "I still like your unruly look before!"

Walid: "..."

"Did you choose to surrender, or did you choose to resist, and then be retaliated by the terrorists? Although the Democratic and Peace Party tried their best to rescue you, they were unable to do anything in the end, causing your whole family to be brutally murdered by the terrorists?" Wang Zhen said in a faint voice.

"I..." Walid's whole body was numb, damn, he had no shame at all, "I choose to have a good talk. There is no conflict between us. It was Muntashari who regretted yesterday, not me. , I just want to wait for the outcome of your negotiations."

At this point, this guy still has to pay attention to his status. Surrendering or something is too ugly.

"Surrender!" Wang Zhen still didn't believe it. "I'm particularly curious now. Are all the nobles in Iraq as stubborn as Montashari? They would rather die for the whole family than never bow their heads."

"Come on, tell me the answer!"

Walid was itching with hatred. He was bullying others too much. He was simply bullying others too much. He had already said we should talk about it. Do you have to force me to surrender!

I, Walid, would rather die than lose the face of the Arab nobles!

"I……"

"surrender."

"Tsk, tsk, tsk." Wang Zhen smacked his lips and threw the phone in his hand to Faisal.

It's boring, it's really boring.

This is surrender.

What about your traditions?

The militiamen rushed into the mansion with a roar, and all the servants, including the security personnel, were disarmed and driven into another servant building for guarding.

As for Walid's family, they were guarded by militiamen in a room on the top floor.

It was their own request. They could not be locked up with the servants. It would be a humiliation for them.

To Wang Zhen's surprise, the militiamen thought it made sense and agreed directly.

Wang Zhen didn't understand and was shocked.

The tradition of aristocratic rule has been deeply rooted in this land for thousands of years, and some people are born noble.

effort?

Useless!

The moment you are born, the upper limit of your future achievements has been fixed. They are born at the end, but if you work hard for a lifetime, you can't even see the starting point.

Three generations of grandparents have struggled in the oil industry...

Yes, we are talking about the Middle East!

Walid stood at the stairs on the second floor waiting for Wang Zhen. He originally wanted to take the elevator, but the elevator door on the first floor was deformed by a shell and could not be opened, so he had to take the stairs.

As for why not go to the first floor?
The damage was too severe. Although the fires in many places had been extinguished, white smoke was still rising and it was dirty and messy. How could a big man like him set foot in such a ruin-like place.

Standing there, tilting his head and looking at Walid on the second floor, Wang Zhen spat fiercely at the side, "Damn, you are still so fucking pretentious at this time!"
Damn it! (End of chapter)