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¡ª¡ª    > The corners of Adair's eyes twitched suddenly, and the fingers of his hands bounced uncontrollably.  ¡Ý He lowered his head and glanced at his hands, trying his best to control his ten fingers that were constantly bouncing, but his hands, which usually wouldn't even tremble when he slowly cut the enemy's throat with a saber, were no longer under his control.  It was as if his ten fingers were tied with ten silk threads and were being pulled back and forth. "Are you afraid?" Adair slowly raised his hands and looked at it, and kept asking himself, "No, I  As a soldier, you should not be afraid even if you die, but why are you still shaking" Zawahiri picked up a cigar in front of him, cut it with scissors, lit it with a lighter, and smiled slightly at Adair.  Nodding: "They are coming in, activate the self-destruct device!" Adair's hands trembled more and more. He kept clenching his fists and then opening them again, trying to relieve his fear, but this did nothing to him.  The usefulness only frightened him even more: "General, we still have so many brothers who can take advantage of the complex terrain in the basement and have the strength to fight in a battle." Zawahiri laughed: "Don't you understand yet? The entire slum is full of people.  We have been surrounded by them, and we have no chance of getting out alive. We are going to see Allah anyway, so let¡¯s bring some gifts to Allah.¡± What else Adair wanted to say was interrupted by Zawahiri¡¯s cold wave.  He said: "Execute the order. Even if we die, we will bite off a piece of American flesh and make them feel pain." The expression on Adair's face kept changing. Death, he really never thought about it.  over this problem.  Because he is not as fanatical about doctrine and the so-called holy war like those brainwashed believers.  But now he has to face another fact, that is death.  This is a multiple-choice question that cannot be chosen. Either resist to the end and be shot to death by the Americans, or activate the self-destruction device and die with the Americans.  Zawahiri took a puff of his cigar, looked at Adair and said, "Are you scared?" His voice was very soft, but when it stopped in Adair's ears, it was like thunder ringing in his ears.  He knows Zawahiri very well. In the entire organization, Zawahiri is even crazier and more fanatical than the ordinary brainwashed believers.  Otherwise, with Zawahri's previous identity and status, he could live a luxurious life like a master, and there was no need to join the base.  Maybe Zawahiri will be afraid, but he will never give up his ideals because he is afraid of death.  When he built this basement, Zawahri did not leave any escape route for himself. He may have thought that one day he would die together with the American troops encircling and suppressing them.  I want my reputation to surpass that of Bin Laden, I want my name to be engraved in history forever, and I will not regret it even if I am nailed to the pillar of shame.  Because Zawahiri is Zawahiri, he is unique Adair slowly closed his eyes, then suddenly opened them, his heart seemed to jump out of his chest, then he took a deep breath, nodded and said: "  You are right, I am afraid of death, I am really afraid of death. I have never been so afraid before, even if I faced thousands of enemies, because I know that I can survive no matter how many enemies there are, but this time  " At this point, Adair suddenly closed his mouth, and after fifteen seconds, he continued, "But since death has come, I will open my arms to welcome him." He finished quickly.  Walking to a computer that was still working, I tapped on the keyboard with both hands. I only heard a beep from the speaker, and the screen fell into darkness, with only a rapidly beating timer.  "Hahaha" Adair laughed wildly: "From now on, let us welcome death together." The moment Zawahiri started the self-destruction program, he began to smoke cigars one after another. It seemed that his  The heart is not as peaceful as the surface.  No matter who it is, they will not be calm at the moment of death.  The so-called not afraid of death, no matter who comes from it, is probably just deceiving themselves and others.  Maybe he didn't leave a way out when building the basement, but he thought that he might be afraid of death, so he simply blocked his way. When today comes, he can only wait for death, even if he is afraid, he has no way out.  "Boom!" The three-inch-thick iron door of the information room flew up and hit the ground with a bang. Thick smoke instantly filled the entire room, and the cigar in Zawahiri's hand could be vaguely seen flickering on and off.  The smoke slowly dissipated, and the whole world suddenly became very quiet, so quiet that it made people panic.  After about two or three minutes, there was a shout from outside the door.  "You have been surrounded, put down your weapons!" "Hahaha" Zawahri chuckled: "Put down your weapons!" The terrorists threw their guns on the ground, followed by four marines  The team members rushed in and quickly put the guns on the groundKicked to the side: "Hold your head with your hands, everyone squat down!" Then one of the team members gestured to the door, and twenty or thirty fully armed Marines rushed in.  What was originally a large space immediately seemed crowded.  The major walked in with a smile, walked up to Zawahiri, and looked at Zawahiri from above: "Mr. Zawahiri, we finally meet." Zawahiri raised his eyelids, took a puff of his cigar and said:  "You shouldn't have come!" "Oh?" the major raised his eyebrows, and then laughed, "nonono, if I don't come, how can I see you, Mr. Zawahiri. It's not just me who wants to see you.  "Our President, I also want to see you and communicate with you face to face." Zawahri put the cigar in the gold ashtray, stood up and walked to the wine cabinet, picked up the wine glass and red wine.  Take a glass, then lift it up and shake it rhythmically, the red liquid rising and falling in the glass.  Zawahiri looked through the wine glass and the red liquid, looking at the major whose whole body was twisted, and said softly: "Major, I disappoint you. President Opama may not be able to see us." "Us?" Major  He was very sensitive. When he heard Zawahiri's words, the corners of his eyes twitched, "Mr. Zawahiri, do you still want to resist at this time? I advise you to give up. There is a regiment of troops outside and you can't run away."  "Zawahri raised his finger and shook it, "I won't run, and you can't run." "What do you mean?" The major smelled the danger and glanced warily.  When the computer was still working, his expression changed drastically: "What do you want to do?" "Hahaha" Zawahiri laughed wildly, "There are more than two hundred kilograms of TNT buried in this basement, and I have already started the detonation.  Program." He glanced at the computer, "It will explode in three minutes and fifty seconds. At that time, everything within a radius of 500 meters with the basement as the center will be annihilated with a loud bang. And you,  "No!" the major shouted. He didn't want to die, so he turned around and ran out. "Hahaha" Zawahiri laughed wildly again, "You guys run away."  If it doesn¡¯t work, come back!¡± No one listened to him, and the Marines ran outside like crazy.  With a sickly crazy smile on his face, Zawahiri walked to the computer and tapped his fingers on the keyboard.  Then he walked back to the sofa and sat down, looking at the rapidly beating numbers on the computer screen, and murmured: "Come on, come on, the glory that belongs to me Zawahiri is about to arrive." Adair's body  He was shaking all the time, and he tried his best to control it, but the fear of death made it impossible for him to control his shaking body.  "Am I going to die? Am I going to die?" Adair murmured one after another, and then began to laugh crazily. His spirit had reached its extreme, and finally the tight string in his head snapped.  Suddenly, he turned into a madman.  The major and his men ran wildly, but when they reached the exit of the basement, their faces showed the excitement of escaping from death.  Then there was a loud bang, and the ground trembled. The exit in front was blocked by a half-foot-thick steel plate, blocking their hope of survival.  "No!" A soldier shouted, ran up the steps, and hit the steel plate with the butt of his gun.  "Blow it up, blow it up!" the major roared, and the two soldiers took out two grenades, "Come back quickly!" The soldier completely lost his mind and kept smashing the steel plate regardless, and kept talking in his mouth.  Roaring like a caged beast.  ¡°Get him off me!¡± A layer of fine beads of sweat appeared on the major¡¯s forehead, and his eyes were blood red.  Several soldiers ran up, held the soldier and ran back, then threw two grenades under the steel plate.  ¡°Boom!!!!¡± Two violent explosions sounded. When the smoke cleared, the steel plate did not move at all and was still blocked there.  "Go back!" The major turned around and ran back. He knew that the iron door was made of a special alloy. Even if they piled all the grenades on them together, they couldn't blow it open. They had no choice but to go back and cancel the detonation system.  "Haha" Zawahiri said with a smile: "Major, welcome back!" "You damn bastard, hurry up and cancel the detonation system, or I will kill you!" The major held the gun against the stabbing  Vaheli's head shouted at the top of his lungs.  "It's too late, there are still forty seconds, it's too late Hahaha" Zawahiri laughed so hard that his whole body shook and tears came out of his eyes.  But everyone can hear that his laughter is full of loneliness and dissatisfaction.??.  "You madman, cancel the detonation system quickly, hurry up!" Then the butt of the gun hit Zawahiri's head hard, and blood flowed down Zawahiri's head.  Now the major has also become crazy. In the face of death, no one can treat it calmly.  Oh, except for those Marines who were petrified.  Zawahiri stopped laughing: "Major, you should thank me. Because when you die, you will become a hero of the people, and your name will be engraved on the hero monument forever. And your American government is very generous, so generous that I can  Jealousy. Your family will receive a large pension, enough for them to live on for a lifetime, so you should thank me, right?" After speaking, he drank the red wine in the glass and said, "I saw Allah.  I waved." "Beep" At this moment, the number on the computer finally returned to zero, and a beep sounded from the speaker.  "No!" the major roared.
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