I want to be a warlord

Chapter 425 Peacemaking!

First of all, Khatib Hafez never considered himself a terrorist. Within their organization, they always believed that they were fighting for their ideals and to establish a complete YSL clerical state!

They extremely hate the Western thing, and of course they don’t like the Eastern thing either.

Secondly, Khatib Hafez always believed that Wang Zhen was sick, somewhat seriously ill.

The two of them entered the corner room, while the others stayed outside. The donkey was facing off against dozens of bearded men with guns. He felt so uncomfortable all over his body!
But as an American, he must not show timidity when facing a bearded man. Wouldn't that be embarrassing?

While cursing Wang Zhen crazily in his heart, he looked at dozens of people and had to stare back!

My donkey will never compromise!
Of course, he would not curse Wang Zhen. After all, if something happened to Wang Zhen, he would most likely be dead!
Damn, this bad guy!

Asshole!
In the room, Khatib Hafez asked Wang Zhen to sit down, and then began to make tea.

"Wait a moment." Wang Zhen said suddenly without sitting down.

Khatib Hafez raised his head, looked at Wang Zhen's half-smiling look, and slowly frowned, "What are you doing?"

"Come here." Wang Zhen took a few steps back.

Khatib Hafez put down the teapot, stood up and walked over to see what the man named Wang was going to do.

But he never expected that what was waiting for him would be a punch to the chest from Wang Zhen.

After being punched in the chest, Khatib Hafez's first reaction was not pain, but confusion.

Totally incomprehensible!

If you want to harm him, you should draw your gun instead of raising your fists, but this is your own territory?
Is this bastard crazy?
Before he could react, Wang Zhen took a step forward, stumbled with his right leg, pushed with both hands, and knocked Khatib Hafiz to the ground with a clang. He then rode up with a step, raised his fist and aimed at Khatib Hafez was punched twice in the chest, "I asked you to say that I am ruthless and cruel, and I asked you to say that I am vicious. I said, I will beat you with my own hands!"

Khatib Hafez was thrown, and finally realized that now was not the time to think about messy things. Seeing that Wang Zhen was about to hammer himself again, he immediately reached out and grabbed Wang Zhen's hands, and the two began to compete.

Competing and cursing at the same time is no different from a street gang fight.

Of course, the main reason is that Wang Zhen didn't think about taking any serious action, otherwise he would be dead in two strokes.

Hearing something wrong in the room, Lao Ha's man outside the door immediately turned around and pushed open the door and rushed in. As soon as he entered, he saw Wang Zhen beating Lao Ha.

When they heard the door ring, they stopped at the same time and turned to look over.

For a moment, the atmosphere in the room was a little... solemn!
Wang Zhen immediately stood up, coughed lightly, patted the non-existent dust on his body, and turned away.

Lao Ha also stood up from the ground suddenly, his face flushed and shouted: "Who let you in, get out, get out!"

Several of his men immediately bowed their heads and retreated angrily.

Outside the door, Donkey had already taken out his gun and started to confront the bearded men. He was ready to die at any time, and he had to pull a few people on his back before he died.

Separated by a group of people, he couldn't see what was going on inside. At this moment, he didn't even think about scolding Wang Zhen.

But the situation suddenly changed. After several people withdrew, Khatib Hafez, the security guard captain, glanced at the donkey and waved his hands to let his men put down their guns.

The scene just now had an impact on him... well, it was a little bit big.

Obviously, the relationship between his boss and the man named Wang is a bit abnormal.

There is no need for the people below them to be so raw.

When everyone left, Lao Ha turned around and glared at Wang Zhen with a red face, "You're fucking crazy, look at the good things you've done!"

Wang Zhen put his hands on his hips and laughed, "I've made it clear that I'm going to take revenge on you!"

"Fuck you, fuck you..." Khatib Hafiz's head was buzzing with anger, and he didn't know how to scold this guy.

"Hey, are you ready to boil the tea? The water is boiling." Wang Zhen reminded him kindly.

"Get out!" Khatib Hafez glared at Wang Zhen.

Despite the scolding, Khatib Hafez sat back down and started making tea in an honest manner. He felt that he was a decent person and his hospitality to guests could not be worse.

Besides, he was quite happy that Wang Zhen could really come here alone, which was a kind of trust after all.

Of course he knew that people outside called them terrorists, so Wang Zhen's behavior was commendable.

As for the donkey, well, Khatib Hafez completely pretended it didn't exist.

Of course, Wang Zhen's two punches were not casual. In the past, the relationship between everyone was that of soldiers and bandits, which was a state of complete opposition. But in the future, if they want to become collaborators, this relationship must be blurred.

Men, don't know each other if you don't fight.

Fighting can sometimes bring people closer together.

After sitting down again, the tea was boiled. Khatib Hafiz would rub his chest from time to time. Wang Zhen had been very cruel just now.

"Tell me, what's the matter with me?"

"The election for the Iraqi Congress will start in a while, you know that."

"I know, what does it have to do with me?" Khatib Hafiz looked at Wang Zhen inexplicably.

"Have you ever thought about participating?" "Me?" Khatib Hafiz's face was full of surprise and he pointed at himself, "Are you crazy?"

"You're crazy, I'll beat you up!" Wang Zhen said angrily.

"No, I, the terrorist you call me, participated in the election of members of the Iraqi Congress. Why didn't you say that I should be the president? You still said that you were not crazy."

"The president is boring. He's just a puppet. He can't control anything." Wang Zhen waved his hand.

"No, are you serious about coming with me?" Khatib Hafiz looked Wang Zhen up and down, his eyes full of doubts.

"I'm not asking you to jump out and run for the election. You always know Sadr," Wang Zhen said.

"Muqtada Sadr? Of course I... um!!" Halfway through his words, Khatib Hafez stood up suddenly and looked at Wang Zhen with a look of surprise, "You mean I'm going to do one? Are the parties behind the scenes?”

"The response is pretty quick." Wang Zhen smiled and picked up the tea cup and took a sip.

"No way." Khatib Hafez sat down again and said with some hesitation: "I, the terrorist, have been fighting the Americans and government forces for so long."

"Sadr has been playing for 14 years, and you have only been playing for a few years."

"That's what I say...but the Sadr family..."

"Mention the family? What kind of family does Faisal have? This was not hundreds of years ago, man, times have changed. Strength, strength is the first. Now the three cities of Ramadi are in your hands. The people living here "Who you vote for is not a matter of your words!" Wang Zhen sneered.

"Isn't that a forced election? Is it still effective?" Khatib Hafez's eyes widened with disbelief on his face.

"What is coercion? Who has seen coercion?" Wang Zhendeng was not happy at all. "It would be good to give them a chance to vote. I haven't even voted once. How can I reason with you!"

"Did these people vote on their own? Did the three cities of Ramadi belong to Iraq? Are the people living here Iraqi nationals? Are they over 18 years old? Do they have the right to cast their sacred vote? Where It’s illegal!”

"Who said it was unfair? Let him investigate. Let them investigate on site!"

"See if they dare to come, if they dare to say a word about injustice!"

Seeing that Wang Zhen suddenly became angry, Khatib Hafez lost his temper. He spread his hands and said: "You are right...but, what is the point of me participating in voting for the Iraqi government? I am from Iraq." ."

"No, you don't really think that your so-called country of Iraq can stand and finally complete the founding of the country, do you?" Wang Zhen looked at Lao Ha with wide eyes.

"Of course, do you think the Americans can stay in Iraq forever?" Khatib Hafez replied with determination.

"It's impossible. At most, a few hundred troops will be left symbolically, but that doesn't mean you can split the country from Iraq. It's a joke. No one among the five gangsters will agree."

"The people in this land hold a referendum on their own, and if the vast majority of people agree to secede, then that's fine." Khatib Hafez said.

"Pfft, hahaha, you are joking with me, are you so naive?" Wang Zhen laughed directly, "Man, you don't really believe that independence can be achieved through a referendum, do you?"

"Of course, so many countries started as colonies..."

When Lao Ha was about to say something, Wang Zhen waved his hand and interrupted, "Don't be naive. Bullshit human rights are just for deceiving others. Without recognition from several big countries, it's useless even if you agree 100%."

"I just discussed voting with you. No, do you really think that the people in the three cities of Ramadi will vote for whomever you say you will vote for? Do you really think this is fair and reasonable?"

"I..." Khatib Hafez blushed suddenly and wanted to distinguish something, but could not find a way to defend himself.

"Don't be naive, man. The United States still talks about democracy and peace. There are only two candidates in the presidential election. They call the emperor and take turns. Tomorrow comes to our party. Besides, what you want to build is a clerical state. I have never heard of it. Have you ever said anything about democracy in the history of YSL, Jonah’s democracy?” Wang Zhen stared, pointed at Lao Ha’s nose and said: “You can’t ask for clerical power internally while also asking for democracy externally. So many good things coming!”

"In addition, in the Middle East, don't think about establishing a country or developing a country. Again, times have changed. No new countries will emerge, and no country will be able to expand, including the United States, including the United States. China, of course, does not count the disputed territories.”

"Unless there is a three-war war!"

"I don't know what you think, but you have a ready example before you, Sadr."

"He is the one who really has learning value. He has been doing this for 14 years, and it is visible to the naked eye that it is getting better and better. It is a successful path that has been tested by time."

"The road to success is in front of you, why do you have to take the unclear road ahead? What you should think about most is to cross the river by touching Sadr."

"You want to create a clerical state, and you are against the West and Iran. Look, what is the difference between you and Sadr?"

"Sect, sect!" Khatib Hafez said, tapping the table.

"Oh, I understand, then let's build a Khatib Hafiz movement with Sun sect characteristics!" Wang Zhen spread his hands, "What's the problem? Or do you think your Sun sect is not as good as the Ye sect?"

The method of stimulating generals is very primitive and old-fashioned!

But it works!

Khatib Hafiz glared at Wang Zhen fiercely, as if I had noticed.

Wang Zhen shrugged indifferently.

After a while, Khatib Hafez made a snort from his nose, "Okay, I admit that what you said makes a little sense, but what does this have to do with you, and what good does it do to you?"

"Don't tell me you're just here to help me!"

"I do not believe!"

(End of this chapter)