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Volume 3 Shandong Thieves Chapter 50: Border Crisis

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    Lebanon's Mediterranean climate makes Tripoli very hot and dry in summer, and I can't sleep while tossing and turning in bed.  I was thinking about Liu Weiwei and didn¡¯t know what to do.  Coming to the Middle East on impulse was not a wise choice.  But if you don't come, that's not what a man should do.  In a daze, a cool sea breeze came at night, the temperature finally dropped, and I slept until the next morning.  After waking up, had breakfast at the hotel.  The hotel manager took me to the parking lot, and a Jeep Wrangler was ready for me.  There was also a guide sitting in the car. He was in his twenties, about the same age as me.  He did not wear the white robes worn by traditional Muslims, but a military green military uniform, but there were no marks visible on his body.  He should not belong to any force. There was a saber hanging on his waist.  I know, he's a bounty hunter.  Or it can be said that he is a personal bodyguard or something like that.  The hotel manager introduced me: "This is Sabah. He speaks Arabic, English and French. It should be of use to you. As for weapons, I think Sabah can help you find what you are thinking of." I nodded, like  The hotel paid for the Wrangler rental.  We got into the Wrangler with the third child and drove from Sabah to Damascus.  Tripoli is located on the far left side of Lebanon and is the second largest city in Lebanon.  You can go to Damascus by land from Tripoli, and you should be there in half a day.  Before departure, Sabah introduced to me: "I think we should buy some weapons in Lebanon." "Can't we go to Damascus to buy more?" I asked him.  He smacked his lips and said, "I think wherever we go, the enemy will give us weapons, just bullets." I smiled and said, "Take me to see your weapons arsenal." Sabah turned the front of the car,  Entered a big mountain.  The climate in the Middle East is extremely dry, and the harsh sunshine has left the entire land barren of grass. The ground is withered and yellow, and the road is extremely bumpy. An hour after walking out.  Sabah finally took us to a small town. There was an army stationed in the town. There were people of all skin colors inside. I even saw two Asians with black hair and yellow skin inside.  Saba took me to the front of a house. As soon as I opened the door, I was shocked.  It is full of weapons, from pistols, rifles, machine guns to howitzers, shoulder-fired missiles, and even Gatling, which is known as a battlefield killer.  Sabah introduced to me: "Here, if you need it. We may be able to provide you with missiles that can bring down the passenger plane." I refused him: "No, I just want to save people." Sabah gave the old guy in the store a shot  Say hello, the man brought an M4 and two Desert Eagle pistols.  I turned around and looked at the third child. The third child took the M4 in his hand and threw it on the table after looking at it casually. As for the Desert Eagle, he weighed it and threw it to me. I shrugged towards Saba. Saba understood.  I mean.  They also brought a Colt m733 and a carbine assault rifle.  The third child picked it up and loaded the gun.  Then he operated it and nodded to me. I said to Saba: "It is equipped with ten magazines and the same ammunition." "Oh my God, are you going to fight?" Saba was a little unbelievable.  I said: "No, I just want to save people." After loading the things in the car, I turned to look at Saba and smiled: "Don't you have any weapons?" Saba brought an old rpk and showed it off to us  Said: "I use this, you don't need to pay." I nodded: "OK, let's go." The Wrangler hit the road again, this time heading towards Damascus.  Sabah is very talkative. Along the way, he told me about the current situation in Damascus. The local opposition launched a terrorist attack and attacked the embassy in Damascus.  Serious injuries were caused, and journalists stationed elsewhere in Syria were attacked and abducted by the opposition.  I felt a little heavy, but Sabah also mentioned his experience to me.  He is Afghan and had fought with the US military in the early years.  Since then, he has been active in the Middle East, specializing in murders and kidnappings.  Now he is an arms dealer and a professional bodyguard, and he is considered the number one figure in Lebanon.  I smiled and said nothing.  ¡­ As the Wrangler went deeper, the entire landscape of the Middle East was gradually exposed.  The bare ridges and wild wolves wandering in the desert have become a major feature here. The road has an unobstructed view. From a distance, it looks like a colorful ribbon across the Gobi.  In fact, this cannot be called a highway.  Because this road has already been destroyed by wind and sand.  The vehicle is getting closer and closer to Syria, and there are more and more inspection points to pass through. Naturally, our vehicle loaded with weapons cannot escape misfortune.  Fortunately, IPrepared a lot of green and colorful notes.  If you hand over the money, it won't go through interrogation.  When the car arrived at the border between Lebanon and Syria, a heavily guarded pass became an insurmountable mountain. ? Preliminary observation shows that there are at least fifty people stationed at this pass.  It is equipped with a tower, heavy machine guns, and three powerful off-road vehicles. As soon as the vehicle arrived, Sabah exclaimed: "Prophet! The opposition actually controls the border, what should I do?" I thought for a while, and looked at the desert  With the eagle on his waist, he pulled Saba out of the car and said to the third child in the car: "You stay in the car, and the two of us will go over and ask." The third child nodded.  Although Sabah was very reluctant, I still led him forward to negotiate with the stationed officers, hoping that they would let us move forward.  As I spoke, I handed over a green note. The officer looked at it carefully, it was five hundred yuan.  Without saying a word, he stuffed the money into his pocket, and then said a lot of words. Sabah translated for me: "He still wants to inspect the vehicle." I handed over the US dollar again, this time it was one thousand yuan.  The opposition officer calmly put the money in his pocket, and then yelled at me, shouting that he wanted to check the vehicle.  At this moment, three soldiers walked towards the Wrangler and asked the third child to get out of the car.  The third child got out of the car and leaned against the car. A soldier got into the car.  When I saw the rpk in the car, I took it out and danced as if I had discovered something important.  But the next moment, Lao San punched him on the head, and the soldier holding the RPK flew sideways.  Then Lao San took the carbine directly from the car and shot the other two soldiers twice, killing them.  Turning around, he aimed directly at the soldiers on the tower.  Kill the soldier controlling the heavy machine gun with one shot and immediately hide behind the car.  When Saba and I saw this, we took action without saying a word.  Sabah took out the Desert Eagle and shot the officer in the thigh, and then the two of us stepped forward and controlled the officer.  I told Sabah that he must be used as a hostage now, otherwise he will never leave here.  Sabah yelled: "You are asking me to die. You have offended the opposition. I can no longer live in the Middle East." I said: "Now we are grasshoppers on a rope. If I die, you will too."  "I can't live." "Fuck!" Saba cursed in English that I didn't understand, but I guess that's what it meant.  More than 20 soldiers rushed over and surrounded the two of us. Sabah shouted at them, and the people around looked at each other, but no one dared to step forward.  I looked at the officer in my arms, took my dollars back from his pocket, hit him twice in the face with the butt of my gun, and said to the third child: "Drive over here." "I'm sorry for being late.  Another thing to note is that there are two cities in the Middle East called Tripoli.  One is the capital of Libya and the other is a port city in Lebanon.  The book mentions the port city of Lebanon.  ¡¿The fastest way to read the Great Master is here. Welcome to log in to read the full text!
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