Chapter 537 Call

Afghanistan, Kabul, noon.

Kabul is the capital of Afghanistan. Before the war broke out, it was an important town on the Silk Road and full of prosperity. But when the first car bomb exploded in the street and ignited the signal of civil war, chaos and the gap between rich and poor transformed the entire city. The upper and lower steps opened a bottomless chasm.

Kabul is divided into upper city and slums. In the upper city, you can still see high-rise buildings and entertainment facilities, but in the lower city, the "private houses" with piles of sand and tents under the low hills beside the Yan River are the real main tone of life.

As for the place on the low hill, it is the place occupied by the "rich" in the slums. In the past, they were called bandit leaders. They obtained weapons and money through illegal transactions and became kings in the mountains. They abandoned the upper city and sucked the blood of the slums. , the skinny poor man regained his second youth and became an emperor who was richer than the rich.

They dare to make any kind of deal for arms and money, and they dare to deceive anyone. But maybe they themselves also know that one day they will offend someone they shouldn't and pay some price - such as today.

From far down the mountain, you can vaguely see a child with bare feet and all black running towards the short mountain under the sun. His footsteps are as fast as a nimble black monkey. From time to time, he is stopped by thugs with guns and sentries. The children, after a few words of negotiation, chose to let them go, because the children seemed to have important news to report to their leader, the owner of the short mountain, Tikrik Ahmadi.

There is an open space on the top of a short mountain. There is a pergola in the open space. A strong middle-aged man wearing a worn-out military uniform with an open chocolate chest is playing a classic American pinball machine.

The huge, exquisite and dazzlingly painted machine looks out of place under the pergola. This 60-year-old antique can now be sold for tens of thousands of dollars on the black market in the United States. It should appear in the basement of a collector, not on the street. In a slum by the river in Kabul, Afghanistan.

The child ran away from the bright sun and ran to the middle-aged man in the pergola. He stopped and took a few breaths. Tikriti in front of the game machine watched the constantly beating scores on the machine and the pleasant sound of the game. When the pinball fell into the Only after he hit the hole did he look away from the game console.

He let go and picked up the two bottles of soda on the game console tray, pried open the caps and handed one bottle to the child, "Take a breath."

The child took the soda and drank half of it. After taking a deep breath, he raised his head and said in naive Pashto, "Sir Tikriti, someone outside said that he is your guest and wants to see you."

"Guest?" Tikriti twisted the military cap on his head and paused for a second before turning around and picking up the soda. "No, no, no, I haven't made any reservations for guests recently. Let him go, or throw him into the river to feed the fish. .”

"He said he was your repeat customer."

"Repeat customers?" Tikriti raised his head slightly and put the soda to his mouth, about to drink it, but seemed to think of something and put it down again, "What kind of repeat customers?"

"The man is very young and not a local."

"Where are the others now?"

"Being blocked outside, he said he was waiting for you to come out."

"Just him?"

"one person."

"arms?"

"There was a knife, and Uncle Hussein said it smelled like blood."

"Search him again, take off his knife and let him go up the mountain alone." Tikriti waved his hand, and the child immediately turned around with the soda and ran out of the arbor and disappeared.

About ten minutes later, someone came in from outside the pergola. The footsteps were very gentle. The person who walked in was a young boy. He was wearing a white shirt that definitely didn’t look like he was living in the slums. In the slums, nothing is absolutely white. The purity is almost the same as This chaotic place is insulated. Anyone who dares to walk in here wearing these clothes is either a fool or has someone behind him.

The collar of the boy's white shirt was slightly open, revealing his skin that was slightly bronzed by the sun. He wore a necklace around his neck with a bone horn of an unknown animal hanging from the end. He walked into the pergola and stopped to look. Looking at Tikriti playing a game console in the distance.

Tikriti turned his head and glanced at the boy, then was slightly startled because he recognized who the boy was. He looked him up and down and said, "Oh, it's you. You're actually back?"

Lin Nian walked into the pergola without answering. He looked around at the cozy layout of the pergola. He walked to Tiklik as if he were at home, bent down and took out a bottle of soda from the box. He opened the bottle with a flick of his thumb. build.

"So, you met Rahman al-Zawahiri?" Tikrik saw that Lin Nian was no longer interested in playing game consoles. He sat with interest as if he had seen a dead person crawling back to him alive. on the sofa.

"No." Lin Nian said after taking half a sip of soda.

"You didn't go to Taban's base?" Tikrik raised his eyebrows.

"arrive."

"Then what did you do there?"

"This is not something you should worry about."

"Oh? I'm just curious about how you did it. How did you come back alive." Tikrik smiled and did not feel annoyed by the other person's tone. "Can you tell me if it's convenient?"

"I'll come back naturally after I finish my work." Lin Nian looked down at the soda bottle in his hand and tapped it gently with his index finger to test its hardness.

"Wow!" Tiklik's expression became interesting when he saw Lin Nian, "You were able to escape alive after being sent there by me. Are you an agent? From the CIA or from MI6?"

“Do I look American or British?”

"It's not like that, but then they have never been taboo about using foreign personnel." Tiklik looked at Lin Nian while lying on the sofa, "So, you go back and come back, and you don't go back to your hometown after escaping from death. Why do you do it again?" Did you come to find me?"

"Solve the transaction problem between us." Lin Nian looked at the glass bottle of soda.

"I don't think there is any transaction problem between us." Tikrik said innocently, spreading his hands. "When I do business, I always pay with one hand and handle it with the other. I never default on arrears."

"The deal we agreed on before was that I would pay you US$30,000 and you would introduce me to the high-level organization of 'Taban' and make an appointment with their leaders. But I found that when I arrived at 'Taban' I was acting as a He was escorted there as a prisoner to be executed, and as soon as he got off the bus, a gun was pointed at his head." Lin Nian looked at Tiklik and said.

"Thirty thousand dollars is not enough for me to buy two new pinball machines. I am willing to pay this unjust money. I will also send you to the inside of 'Taban' very kindly. This is already interesting enough." Tikrik spread his hands and said, "And if I remember correctly, your previous request was for 30,000 US dollars to take you to meet with the high-level organization of 'Taban', right? If I remember correctly, during the execution, the high-level leaders of the terrorist organization will appear in person to observe the execution." It’s okay that I didn’t defraud you of your money, I did what I promised you.”

"No need to explain so much, you broke the contract. If I guessed correctly, your initial plan was to collect money and then sell me to be someone's scapegoat. Maybe you also took the money from the person I replaced. Protection fee, you can make money from both sides with one thing." Lin Nian looked at Tikrik.

"So? You felt cheated, so you came to my territory angrily to confront me, and you didn't bring any weapons?" Tikrik looked at the boy with interest on the sofa with his left leg raised.

"I don't like to be deceived - or rather, Kassel College doesn't like to be deceived. Although I completed the task, I still received a request to come to your place. You were introduced to me by someone from the Intelligence Department, If there is a deviation in your part of the mission process, naturally I will question you on behalf of the people from the Intelligence Department." Lin Nian said, "Fortunately, I am the one who accepted the mission this time. If someone else wanted to break out of the base, There is a price to pay, and in the future there will be a crisis of trust in the communication between the executive department commissioners and the intelligence department."

"Kassel College, yes, it seems that someone like this contacted me before to make this deal, so what?" Tiklik gently knocked on the wall with a soda bottle, "You want to seek justice from me. ? I don’t know which organization’s agent friend you are?”

"Yes."

"How do you ask for it?" Tiklik put the soda bottle under the sofa and looked at the boy holding the soda bottle in the pergola.

"I have already solved the case of 'Taban', but due to your deviation in doing things, I was unable to catch anyone alive and could only bring back a corpse. The school was very dissatisfied, so you have to bear some responsibility." . The purpose of the Intelligence Ministry is to make this incident a warning to others. After all, we are the real terrorist organization compared to you. We are the only ones who can deceive others, and no one else can deceive us." Lin Nian explained, "Listen It seems like a bit of a double standard, but that’s probably what it means.”

"Are you here to kill me?" Tikrik couldn't help laughing.

"Yes, that's what I mean." Lin Nian nodded without concealing his purpose.

Tiklik suddenly pulled out a gun from under the compartment of the sofa and pointed it at Lin Nian's face. The smile on his face instantly disappeared and turned cold, "Okay, now I'm sure there's something wrong with your head."

This is a slum, the base of Afghanistan's largest human trafficking and intelligence trading leader. An unarmed man walks in and tells him to kill him in front of him? You can make this kind of joke, but you have to be prepared to have your brain explode when you say it.

"Pull the trigger." Lin Nian said while holding the soda bottle.

Tiklik narrowed his eyes slightly, and Lin Nian looked at the muzzle of the gun pointed at him and repeated his words, "Pull the trigger and give me a valid reason to kill you."

"Want to die so much?"

"That's what you think. After killing Raman Kabdola, my mission this time was declared completed, but it's just because of things like yours that I was delayed and I have to come here again." Lin Nian touched. He took out his phone and looked at the time, "I'll finish after handling all your and my tasks. I still have a plane ticket to go back to the academy this afternoon."

"As you wish." Tiklik thought this guy was crazy. Under Lin Nian's gaze, he simply pulled the trigger but no gunshot was heard.

In front of Tiklik, Lin Nian stood still and didn't move. He gave him a flat look, turned around, and walked away from the pergola and disappeared into the sunshine.

The information dealer on the sofa behind him suddenly felt the pain of suffocation. He subconsciously covered his throat and fell to the ground. Unexpectedly, a smooth and transparent bottom of the bottle appeared in his mouth. The entire The soda bottle was shoved down his throat. He tried painfully to pull it out but it was obvious that it was stuck in his throat.

The lack of gunshots naturally did not attract the attention of the people patrolling far away from the pergola. Lin Nian walked further and further under the sun, while Tiklik, who fell to the ground in the pergola and wanted to ask for help but could not make any sound, only noticed it before he died. When he fell to the ground, there was a bullet and a complete magazine standing in front of him, as well as the school emblem of the half-decayed World Tree.

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After leaving the short mountain, it was not until they went down to the bottom of the mountain to pick up the stored Ju Yimon Norizon and got into a pickup truck that the thugs on the short mountain behind discovered the fact that their leader was dead. There was a sudden burst of gunfire and chaos. Loud curses enveloped the entire short mountain, but this was no longer Lin Nian's concern.

The mission was a mission. The Ministry of Intelligence asked him to take some time to deal with this dishonest human trafficker. He did it very neatly, explaining the ins and outs, conducting a preliminary demonstration, and letting the other party and the forces left behind by the other party understand that the school emblem of the World Tree was engraved on it. The organization is not something they can mess with.

If Kassel College can kill one of their leaders, it will definitely kill the second one. The new leader will probably know what to do next time he meets someone with this school badge and asks them for help.

Sitting in the back compartment of the pickup truck, this old-fashioned pickup truck that had been weathered and probably had to be transformed into a car bomb started roaring. The driver was a local and was familiar with the road conditions. He quickly left the range of the low mountain, and now he is here. The group of guys on the low mountain in the windy and sandy conditions probably couldn't even find the rut when they wanted to take revenge and kill them.

On the back of the pickup truck that was driving smoothly, Lin Nian held Ju Yiwenjizong in his arms, took out his mobile phone and made a call.

Half a minute later, the call was connected, and the person on the other side asked: "Why is it so slow? I see your navigation is in a slum? Didn't you go to the desert to trouble the terrorists?"

"I've taken care of a few more things, the mission requires it."

"Mission, mission, it's not enough to take a vacation."

"The execution department is like this. The commissioners are used as mules, and they can pull them for a day." Lin Nian sighed and said, "Have the photos been uploaded?"

"Uploaded. Norma has completed the matching of iris, face and fingerprints. It is confirmed that he is a fugitive - this should be the last one, right?"

"The last one." Lin Nian replied, "If we catch him alive, we may have to wait for a few days to wait for the handover, but there is no need now."

"Of course, the leader of the terrorist organization was hung up at the entrance of the base to bask in the sun. It was published in the newspaper at noon in the morning. Did you destroy their entire base?" The sound of turning the page of the newspaper sounded on the other end of the phone. The voice sounded, probably the girl was reading the newspaper and talking on the phone, "Are you not hurt?"

"It's just a group of miscellaneous soldiers, with few of them having blood. The secret of 'Taban''s previous invincibility was just that there was a mixed-race Yanling inside who was the 'Servant of the King'. Coupled with some mental brainwashing, it formed a A force that cannot be underestimated.”

"You won't give everything to me, will you?" the girl hesitated and asked.

"If I had replaced him with another specialist, he would probably have been able to blow up the entire base, but the other party should not have been exposed to my sight and released his spirit in public. The battle was basically over when his golden eyes lit up and I saw him. Lin Nian took out the phone and wiped the blood stains on it. "What was the reaction from the college after the mission briefing was uploaded?"

"About this matter," the voice on the other end of the phone paused. "Minister von Schneider asked you to call me. It seems he has something to tell you in private."

"The minister is looking for me?" Lin Nian paused, "You're not asking me to work overtime, are you?"

"Specially ask me to call you after you have settled all the matters. It seems to be related to domestic matters."

"Domestic matters?" Lin Nian was stunned, "What could be happening in the country?"

"It's not clear, but I took a sideways glance, and Secretary Schneider seemed to reveal a few names that you are familiar with."

"explain."

"Lu Mingfei, Chen Wenwen and Su Xiaoqiang." Lin Xian said, "They seem to be in trouble."

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