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    Yang Jianli picked up the teapot and poured Yang Luo another cup of tea, and said, "Why are you here?" Yang Luo said, "Come for a trip!" Yang Jianshe smiled slightly: "Although the people of Pakistan are very friendly, there are still many things here.  People are unfriendly, especially to us Chinese, so this place is still very dangerous and definitely not a fun place." Yang Luo also smiled; "How many years have you lived here?" Yang Jianli thought for a moment:  "It's been about fifteen or sixteen years. I can't remember the specific time." Yang Luo sighed and said, "It's been a long time." He put his hand into his pocket and touched it, then he remembered the cigarette.  He had already given it to Abu: "Do you have any cigarettes?" Yang Jianshe stood up and walked behind the counter inside, took out a pack of cigarettes from the drawer, walked back and threw it to Yang Luo.  Yang Luo picked it up and said, "Hey, China!" He opened the package and lit one, "Have you ever gone back in all these years?" Yang Jianshe continued to play with his tea set, and said with some sadness: "I have only gone back once.  , that was ten years ago." Yang Luo tilted his head and glanced at the goods in the store: "The goods here are all flown in by relatives from China?" "Yes!" Yang Jianshe finally poured the cup in front of him.  Tea, "I will call back on the first of every month and ask my family to fly in the needed goods, including cigarettes and the tea we are drinking now." Yang Luo asked: "You have been here for more than ten years.  "Tell me if there's anything weird happening." Yang Jianli smiled bitterly: "Except for terrorist attacks, there's nothing weird happening here." After saying that, he patted his head and said, "I almost did."  "I forgot, there really are. Four little wolves broke into my store last night." "Ha!" Yang Luo laughed. Of course he knew who the four little wolves were that Yang Jianli was talking about.  , but he didn¡¯t expect Xu Hang and the others to come so fast, actually run in front of him, and find this place, the liaison station of the Central Investigation Department, by such a coincidence.  As China's most loyal friend, the activities of the Central Investigation Department here must also have the support of Pakistani officials and share intelligence with Pakistan's Inter-Services Intelligence Agency.  Naturally, with the presence of Yang Jianli, Xu Hang and the others did not need to contact the Pakistani military. They only needed to inform Yang Jianli of the matter.  "Really or not, wolves still dare to run into the city?" "Fake!" Yang Jianshe laughed loudly, picked up the tea cup and took a sip, "You believe this too!" Yang Luo and Yang Jianshe were two boring people.  Lazi, at the beginning, Abdureyim was still listening carefully with his ears raised, but as he listened, he became a little impatient and said in a cold voice.  "Should we go?" Yang Luo tilted his head and glanced at him, raised his eyebrows, and said coldly: "What I want to do is my business. You are not qualified to tell me what to do." Abdure  Yimu's eyes flashed with murderous intent, and his hand touched the gun at his waist.  However, he was still very self-aware, knowing that it was impossible for him to kill Yang Luo alone, and that his own life would be in danger, so he took his hand back.  Yang Luo lowered his head, with a faint smile on his lips, but the teacup in his hand cracked, and tea slowly overflowed from the cracks.  Yang Luo felt like he had eyes on the back of his head. The moment Abdureimu took his hand back, Yang Luo also let go of his hand holding the tea cup.  But Abdureimu didn't know that in just a moment, he had walked past the gate of hell.  If he hesitated for just a second or two, Yang Luo would crush the teacup and cut his neck.  "Your purple clay teacup seems to be a fake. Why is it cracked?" Yang Jianshe rolled his eyes, picked up the teacup in front of Yang Luo, and said distressedly: "This is an old thing passed down from my ancestors. It cannot be said to be an antique.  But it can't be fake." Yang Luo said, "Is this passed down from your ancestors?" Yang Jianli said, "Of course!" After that, he poured boiled water into an empty tea cup, "You can drink it later!"  Yang Luo looked at the steaming boiled water in the teacup and waited for five or six minutes: "Is it okay?" Yang Luo said: "Okay!" Yang Luo picked up the teacup and took a sip, and his eyes suddenly widened: "Why?  Will there be a faint aroma of tea? " "Hahaha" Yang Jianli laughed: "After a hundred years of tea brewing, the tea cup itself has the aroma of tea. As long as you pour boiling water, you will taste the taste of tea.  Yang Luo raised the tea cup to his eyes and looked at it carefully: "This is really good stuff!" As time went by, the sun was high in the sky, and there were more and more people on the street outside.  butThere are very few motor vehicles, and there are also very few buses. Every bus is packed inside, and the most common ones are human-powered tricycles.  There are many people traveling on the street, but not many walking. They all take buses or rickshaws. Even if there are pedestrians, they will not gather in groups like in China. Most of them come and go in a hurry.  .  Because in Peshawar, terrorist attacks can occur at any time, and places with the densest crowds will become the targets of terrorist attacks.  At this time, a group of six or seven-year-old children ran past the street in front of the window, screaming happily. Yang Luo looked out the window and saw the innocent smiles on the faces of those children. The corners of his mouth could not help but tilt up slightly, revealing a smile.  Yang Jianli said: "The children in Peshawar are very brave. Terrorists blew up their school and prevented them from attending classes, but they still chose to go through the gunfire and continue studying." Yang Jianli said with a trace of sadness in his eyes, "After so many years  In the past, I have experienced many terrorist attacks on schools, and those innocent children lost their lives in the explosions and gunshots." Yang Luo picked up another cigarette and lit a cigarette: "This is what happened.  The price you have to pay to go to school in Peshawar." Yang Jianli said softly: "But the price is too high." Yang Luo took a deep puff of his cigarette and looked at another group of children passing by through the drifting smoke.  They also have dreams, and they are also working hard for peace, to get rid of poverty, and to get rid of war. "At this time, a Pakistani man in his fifties with white hair and a beard walked by the window, then opened the door and left.  Come in.  Yang Jianshe looked at the old man and said with a smile: "Teacher Ayub, school is over." He stood up and gave the chair to the old Pakistani man named Ayub, then walked behind the counter and took out a wooden stool.  The three people sat around the tea table, treating Abdureyimu on one side as air.  "Mr. Yang!" Yang Jianshe pointed at Ayub and said, "This is the teacher from Dashu School, Ayub." Then he pointed at Yang Luo and introduced in Urdu, "Teacher Ayub,  This is my compatriot, Mr. Yang Luo from China. "Ayub shook hands with Yang Luo warmly: "Hello, Mr. Yang, welcome to Peshawar." Yang Luo stared at him with innocent eyes.  Looking at Yang Jianli, Yang Jianli curled his lips without leaving any trace. He already knew Yang Luo's identity, and of course he would not think that Yang Luo could not understand Urdu.  But as a senior agent, his sense of smell is quite keen. In addition, Xu Hang told him about the mission Yang Luo was performing, and he knew that Abdureim was a terrorist from the beginning.  ¡°Teacher Ayub said that you are welcome to come to Peshawar as a guest.¡± Yang Jianli translated.  Yang Luo nodded and said, "Teacher Ayub, I also welcome you to visit China." "You two, don't be so polite." Yang Jianli said with a smile, "Teacher Ayub is my friend, every day  He would come to my place for tea after school, and he also hoped to go to China one day. Yang Luo and Ayub had a lively chat, and Yang Jianshe acted as a dispensable translator.  But Abdureimu became more and more irritable and impatient, but he didn't want to leave and was always struggling.  Seeing that it was two o'clock in the afternoon, Abdureyimu's stomach growled loudly. He was so hungry that his chest pressed against his back, but Yang Luo had no intention of leaving yet.  Suddenly two Pakistani women with big bellies and scarves on their heads walked in.  After walking around the store, one of the women pointed to a gauze scarf and asked, "How much does that scarf cost?" Yang Jianshe stood up and was about to walk over, when Yang Luo raised her hand and put it on his shoulder, smiling.  Said: "Two hundred and eighty rupees!" The woman seemed to find it too expensive, said something to another woman, and then looked at other scarves.  It's just that Abdureyimu's expression changed drastically because Yang Luo was speaking Urdu.  Yang Luo obviously didn't understand Urdu, so even when he was chatting with the old man, Yang Jianli acted as the translator.  But now Yang Luo not only understands Urdu, but also speaks it very pure.  Abdureyim was stupid enough to know that something was wrong with Yang Luo. Just as he was about to reach for the pistol at his waist, the two women came over holding a scarf.  "Boss, how much does this cost?" Yang Luo suddenly laughed and stood up: "That one is not for sale!" After saying that, he grabbed Abdulremu's wrist and touched the pistol, and then grabbed Abdulremu with the other hand.  According to Mu's shoulders, his arms tightened.  Abdureyimu's body weighing 140 to 50 kilograms was thrown out by Yang Luo and hit the two women who were walking over.  The woman walking in front was hit by Abdureimu, and she heard a scream and the sound of countless ribs being broken.  The woman behind quickly hid to the side, and then suddenly rushed towards Yang Luo and the others.  When she lifted up her clothes, she revealed a row of bombs strapped tightly around her waist.  Looking at Yang LuoA weird smile appeared on his face, and he reached out and pressed the detonation button of the explosive on his waist.  Yang Luo roared, "Let's go!" Then he jumped up and flew towards a small door behind Yang Jianli.  With a bang, the wooden door, which was not very strong to begin with, was knocked to pieces by Yang Luo.  Yang Jianli reacted quickly. He grabbed Ayub who didn't know what was happening, rolled him over and rolled into the small door behind him.  "Boom!" A ball of absolutely hot and absolutely dazzling flames suddenly rose up in the store and swept the entire space in an instant.  This small shop, with its flimsy walls, groaned violently in pain in front of the flames.  Then it was torn apart by a terrifying force beyond human imagination, and rocks of different sizes flew around at subsonic speeds.  People passing by on the street in front of the store were burned to a boil, and there was a scream in the air, and black streamlines were struck by stones one after another. Shouts of terror and painful screams rang out.  Immediately afterwards, two walls that were still standing strong collapsed.
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