I want to be a warlord

Chapter 51 Have you ever been a county magistrate?
There were still three Hummers, and the Golden Retriever picked up another one from the company. Wang Zhen asked specifically, the loss was the company's.

This time the lead car became a bayonet and a donkey, with the Golden Retriever driving in the middle, Wang Zhen and Feisal sitting in the back row, and behind them were the poet and the shovel.

There is no way, Feisal's driver is dead. For such a risky job, there will be no reliable manpower for a while. The ability of ordinary people to survive this kind of attack is too low.

All the way to the 'Party Nest', Wang Zhen got off the car and turned to open the door for Faisal.

Faisal has a firm expression and a plaster cast on his arm. Today is his stage.

There are many people here in the party nest, Feisal's appearance immediately attracted many people's attention.

Faisal looked around, jumped onto the front of the Humvee with Wang Zhen's help, raised his arms and gestured to the crowd, "Yesterday, I visited Ahmed Ibrahim Sir, I was attacked by a group of people on the way back!"

"Presumably everyone has heard about the attack on Maedin Road. In this attack, my friend of ten years, Isa, who has been helping me, was unfortunately hit by shrapnel from an RPG explosion and died."

Following Feisal's loud speech in the small square in front of the party nest, many people who didn't know before came out, and many people upstairs opened their windows and looked down.

Everyone here knows each other.

The scythe team is also very good at giving Faisal a face. Six people, fully armed, stand on both sides of the Humvee with their chests up and their heads up. Cooperating with the American flag on the front of the car, it invisibly elevates Feisal's image a lot.

"I am very sad and angry at the same time, angry at the brutal actions of those attackers, angry at their disregard for the lives of innocent people, this is discrediting the Iraqi people, the reason why Iraq has continued to be chaotic is because of these attackers... "

"But what makes me even more angry is the mastermind behind these attackers, these bastards, they are doing all kinds of evil for their personal interests and some ulterior motives. Allah will not forgive you!"

"I know why these people attacked me, they are afraid, they are afraid of the Democratic Peace Party, they are afraid of me Faisal..."

"But what I want to tell you is that what doesn't kill me will eventually make me stronger!" Feisal shouted, waving his arm in plaster.

Next to it, some people took pictures and some took video, just like the donkey said, half of the people here are fucking spies, there are reporters from various countries here all the year round, these are news materials!

Glancing at those taking pictures, a smile appeared on the corner of Wang Zhen's mouth. He had thought of it a long time ago, so everyone wore masks today. On the masks was the US military flag, only a pair of eyes were exposed.

"Those guys hiding behind the scenes, you won't be able to hide for long, I will find you!" As he said, Feisal jumped out of the car, took out a lot of photos he had prepared in advance and began to distribute them.

Especially those reporters, Faisal also broke the news that he had a video in his hand.

Seeing the clear photos of the assailants, his eyes immediately brightened. If it was yesterday, this was just one of many attacks, with little reportable value, then after the speech, there would be reportable value, and with the photos of the assailants, the reportable value would suddenly increase !

And the eyes of many people from other parties also flickered at this moment, and their eyes swept back and forth on the faces of Feisal and the scythe team. It was interesting. Although they didn't know who made the move, it was obvious that the Americans were going to move!

This kind of misunderstanding, Wang Zhen never expected...

This matter did not end with a speech. Faisal has been rooted in the party nest for the next few days. Several other parties that are relatively close to each other win allies, win over those who are neutral, accept interviews with reporters, and confront the opposing party. right spray...

Very busy.

Of course, the effect is also good. Recently, Feisal has been the most handsome boy in the party nest, and his reputation has become even bigger with his troubles.

Whether you are a politician or a public figure, you have to know how to hype!
Maybe it's Feisal's high-profile investigation, maybe it's because it has received too much attention, maybe it's because there are a lot of people from various parties gathered here in the party nest, and under normal circumstances no one dares to attack here. It's very easy.

Until Rahman sent the news that he found the information about the veteran who killed 26 people.

……

"Easton Karen, from Syria, is a member of the Salim Organization, a branch of the 'Syrian Liberation Alliance', a branch of Al Qaeda. The composition of the Syrian Liberation Alliance is very complicated, and there should not be too many branches of this kind. ’ Rahman explained.

"In other words, this is a terrorist!" Wang Zhen only cared about this.

Rahman's expression was tangled, "In theory, NATO and the United States support the opposition."

"The United States has not publicly supported it, so he is a terrorist."

"Okay, okay, he is." Rahman compromised.

"Dude, it's been 7 days, time is a bit slow, you didn't let me see the timeliness of the information." Wang Zhen stared at Rahman, "So, let this news out."

"5000." Rahman said simply.

"1000!" Wang Zhen bargained towards his ankle.

After some debate, it was finally sold at 2000 yuan.

……

Feisal seemed very excited when he got Easton Karen's information. The previous turmoil had been exhausted, but now new fuel appeared and things made progress.

"Thank you. I feel the goodwill from the United States. Don't worry, I will not disappoint the expectations of the building that covers my feet. We have a common goal. The Democratic Peace Party will get better and better, and Iraq will get better and better." Faisal gave Wang Zhen gave Wang Zhen a big hug, and happily talked aloud.

what is this?
This is the most favorable evidence of support from the United States!

Wang Zhen:? ? ?
What does this have to do with the foot-covering building?
I always feel that this old guy has misunderstood something!
Wang Zhen couldn't figure it out, so he imitated the leader on TV and said some nonsense and vaguely said.

The next day, Faisal took Easton Cullen's information and made it public, but Feisal meant that it was only part of the information, as if he had traced the clues of the mastermind behind the scenes.

All of a sudden, a dark wind blew over the party nest.

Two days later, at Feisal's home, after dinner, Feisal went to the Golden Retriever excitedly. Seeing his appearance, Wang Zhen knew something good was going on.

"I just received a call from Mr. Ahmed, the housekeeper. Mr. Ahmed is very optimistic about the future prospects of our Democratic Peace Party, and is willing to subsidize us 50 US dollars every year!" After closing the door and sitting down, Faisal said loudly , The joy on his face was beyond words.

Even if you run a party, you can’t live by drinking northwest wind, no, you still need a donor. As a new congressman, he could only get some scattered donations in the past, and he didn’t have 20 US dollars a year. He still has to support those people in the party. Still have to engage in publicity, life is tight.

Now it is 50 all of a sudden, no wonder Feisal is happy.

Listening to the words, Wang Zhen suddenly thought of a scene for some reason.

"Ever been a county magistrate?"

"No."

"I'll tell you. When the county magistrate takes office, he has to make a clever name, win over the gentry, and pay taxes and donations. After they pay, the common people will follow suit. After receiving the money, the gentry will return the money in full, and the common people will get [-]% of their money!"

"Why is it only [-]%?"

"Seventy percent belongs to others! To get thirty percent depends on Huang Silang's face."

(End of this chapter)