Add Bookmark | Recommend this book | Back to the book page | My bookshelf | Mobile Reading

Free Web Novel,Novel online - All in oicq.net -> Romance -> Special forces in the city

Text Chapter 1963 The Real Warrior

Previous page        Return to Catalog        Next page

    Maihesumu Aishan looked at Yang Luo's hand that had been raised in the air, and was afraid that Yang Luo would get angry in the face. When he was about to say something, Yang Luo shrugged and put his hand down.  When Maihe Sumu Aishan saw that Yang Luo really didn't take it to heart, he was completely relieved and said, "Don't mind, Adair has such a character." Yang Luo shrugged, regarding Adair's attitude  He was not surprised.  As the highest-level military leader of Al Qaeda, he holds the power of countless lives and deaths, and he is still alive after being wanted by the Yankees for so many years with a bounty of 25 million US dollars. This proves that this man is very smart, not only smart but also powerful.  It should not be underestimated, of course he has the capital to be proud.  Several people entered the house, and Yang Luo discovered that the outside of the house was made of stone. It looked like other ordinary houses, but the inside was made of reinforced concrete.  When passing the gate, Yang Luo took a look and saw that the thickness of the concrete must be at least one meter.  Even if such a building was bombed with heavy artillery, it would probably take half an hour to destroy it.  Of course, if heavy artillery bombing is used, even if the building cannot be destroyed in a short period of time, the people inside will not be able to withstand the shock wave and sound generated by the explosion. As long as two more volleys are fired, they will be dead.  There is also something called a missile, one of which can level this place to the ground.  There are many rooms inside, like a maze. After twisting and turning, you enter a room. This is an underground passage. Go down the steps. After walking up to more than twenty steps, a door appears in front of you. Open it.  Inside the door is a room with an area of ??more than 200 square meters. It is quite luxuriously decorated and has all modern facilities.  What caught Yang Luo's attention was that half of the room was filled with wireless communication equipment.  Adair walked to the sofa and faced an old Afghan man sitting on the sofa with white hair and even a snow-white beard. Then he lowered his head and said something. The old man looked up and did not get up, but nodded slightly.  .  "Maihesumu Aishan, I never thought we would meet again." The tone was very calm, and it was hard to tell whether he was happy or unhappy.  Abdulreim and Abdul looked at the old man in front of them, standing there nervously, not daring to move.  And Maihesumu Aishan also became very nervous. He bent down slightly and said, "Mr. Zawahiri, I'm really sorry for coming to see you so presumptuously." This old man is Ayman Zawahiri, who was born in  There is a wealthy family in a small town called Manadi, ten kilometers south of Cairo, Egypt. His grandfather is a cleric of the famous Azhar Mosque in Egypt, and his father is a famous local pharmacology professor.  Since his boyhood, he has been a loyal follower of Islamic extremist organizations such as the Muslim Brotherhood, and deeply respects the organization's spiritual leader Sayyid Qutb al-Zawahiri.  He joined the radical Islamic extremist organization in 1973 and graduated from Egypt's most prestigious Cairo University Medical School a year later. He later obtained a master's degree in surgery and opened a clinic in the suburbs of Cairo.  The Egyptian Islamic Jihad Organization was established in 1993. In 1998, the organization merged with al-Qaeda led by Bin Laden. Its status can be described as being inferior to one person and superior to ten thousand people.  If Bin Laden is compared to the spiritual leader of Al Qaeda, then Al-Zawahiri is the prime minister.  As Bin Laden's most trusted friend, he is Al Qaeda's chief strategist and the top planner of most terrorist attacks.  The most famous one is planning the 9.11 terrorist attacks that shocked the world.  The Yankee security department once said that Bin Laden is the biggest threat to American security, so the existence of Zawahiri is a disaster for the United States.  The United States and intelligence agencies have racked their brains to try to catch Zawahiri, but all failed.  When bin Laden died, Zawahiri became the successor to the world's number one terrorist.  Zawahiri smiled slightly: "I am very happy that you can come back alive, but you should not bring heretics with you." Zawahiri spoke softly with a smile on his face, but Maihe  Sumu Aishan's face suddenly turned pale.  "Mr. Zawahiri, they are not infidels, they are my brothers. Without them, I would not be able to come back." Zawahiri waved his hand: "You know, I will not meet anyone except the servants of Allah.  "Human." A thin layer of sweat appeared on Maihesumu Aishan's forehead, and Yang Luo laughed: "Mr. Zawahiri, although I am not a servant of Allah, I am a warrior.  There is also a world in my heart, and if this world is to become a reality, only you and Maihesumu Aishan can realize it, so I am here. I think you will not refuse a true warrior and create a new one with you.  The world." Zawahiri didn't look at Yang Luo until he heard Yang Luo speak.  His eyes shone with wisdom, but with a coldness, and his body naturally showed a strong aura.  "Real warriors? Under the guidance of Allah, we are all warriors."   Yang Luo shook his right arm, and the dagger slipped into his hand. Adair's body suddenly tensed, and his right hand grasped the handle of the saber at his waist.  With a faint smile on his face, Yang Luo grabbed the blade with his left hand, and blood spurted out from between his fingers.  Then Yang Luo pulled out the dagger in his left hand bit by bit, just like in slow motion in a movie. Everyone could see that as Yang Luo pulled out the dagger, the wound on the edge of his palm became bigger and bigger, and the blood became more and more.  The flow increased, but the smile on Yang Luo's face never changed, still so calm.  Zawahiri¡¯s eyes narrowed, Adair¡¯s expression changed and his brows twitched.  If he stabbed a dagger into his body and quickly pulled it out, he could endure the pain.  After all, for people like him who often face hails of bullets and spend half their lives struggling in war, physical injuries are commonplace.  But like Yang Luo, it was like a saw, pulling the wound bit by bit, which is definitely not something ordinary people can endure.  What shocked him the most was that there was no tremor in either the left hand holding the blade or the right hand holding the dagger. They were so stable, like a cold machine, impeccably stable.  Yang Luo suddenly raised his right hand, bringing up a string of blood beads, and then slowly opened his left hand, only to see a huge wound on his left palm, which was as deep as the bone.  Seeing this scene, even people like Adair who have long ignored life and death cannot tremble in their hearts.  Especially the faint smile on Yang Luo's face was extremely free and easy.  Looking up at him, he felt superior.  Every member of the base is a fanatical religious believer with extreme beliefs. They can use their ordinary bodies to create miracles.  But if you want to become a true warrior, you must dare to face powerful enemies. No matter who it is, if you dare to challenge their beliefs and challenge Allah, even if you are strong, you will ignore your own life and death, and ignore the pain your body endures.  Explode terrifying power far beyond the limits of ordinary people and destroy the enemy.  And Yang Luo is a real warrior. His body has already exceeded the limit of pain that ordinary people can bear.  The whole space became very quiet, and everyone was silent.  I don¡¯t know how long it took, but there was monotonous and rhythmic applause.  "Pa bang" Applause broke the silence. Zawahiri clapped and said: "There is an old Chinese saying that there is heaven outside the sky, and there are people outside the world. Adair, now you know what it means."  Dyer looked at Yang Luo and suddenly laughed. This was the first time he laughed, "Dear foreign brother, you are brave and powerful. You are indeed a real warrior. Please forgive me for being unreasonable just now.  " He said and stretched out his hand sincerely.  Yang Luo looked at him and said calmly: "I will not extend my hand to someone who has rejected me a second time." Adair was stunned for a moment, then laughed again: "Dear foreign brothers, you really let me  I was surprised and impressed." After saying that, he took off the saber from his waist and said, "Take it as a gift for me to apologize." Yang Luo still didn't reach out, and Adair continued: "This saber has been following me.  I don¡¯t know how many enemies have died under its sharp blade. It can be said that it has become my best friend and represents the honor of a warrior. Now I give it to you, a warrior like me. I hope you don¡¯t want it.  Live up to it and use it to drink the enemy's blood." Yang Luo hesitated, but finally took the saber.  Maihe Sumu Aishan, Abdul Reyim and Abdul had smiles on their faces.  Adair patted Yang Luo on the shoulder, then looked at Maihesumuaishan: "Tell me, what's the matter with you coming here?" Maihesumuaishan said: "I want to tell the whole world, I buyhesumuaishan  Muaishan is back, so we need the cooperation of our Pakistani brothers." Adair looked at Zawahiri, who nodded. Adair said, "Okay, let me know when you will take action." "Mahe Sumuai.  Shan bowed slightly: "Thank you, then I won't disturb you." After saying that, he started to leave.  Adair said: "Wait!" After saying that, he walked to the wall and pressed a yellow button. Not long after, a young Afghan man wearing a white robe came in carrying a medicine box.  Adair pointed at Yang Luo and said, "His hand is injured, help him take care of it." The young man nodded, frowned when he saw the wound on Yang Luo's left hand, then opened the medicine box and took it out  The needle and medicine will be injected into Yang Luo.  Yang Luo grabbed the needle: "What kind of medicine is this?" The young man said dissatisfied: "Anesthetic, the injury on your hand is very serious and needs sutures." "Pop" Yang Luo crushed the needle, "You are insulting  Me? As a soldier, I don¡¯t need anesthetics, and anesthetics will numb my nerves and make me react badly if I encounter an enemy.?? Capabilities are reduced.  " The young man looked at Yang Luo as if he were looking at a madman: "Are you really sure you don't need anesthetics?  " Yang Luo said: "No need!  The young man nodded: "Okay, I hope you won't cry, and I hope you can still stand after I finish sewing."  After saying that, he took out anti-inflammatory water to disinfect Yang Luo's wound, then looked at Yang Luo with a suture needle, "Are you ready?"  Yang Luo smiled slightly: "Sew it!"  "The suture needle pierced Yang Luo's palm hard, and then he lifted it up, and bloodshot eyes came out. But Yang Luo had no expression on his face. He calmly watched the suture needle pierce into his palm one by one, and the wound followed the suture line.  Tight and closed.
Didn't finish reading? Add this book to your favoritesI'm a member and bookmarked this chapterCopy the address of this book and recommend it to your friends for pointsChapter error? Click here to report