Chapter 1115 Death of Plath
"Damn it. ±," Plath cursed inwardly, trying to pick up the pace, but his stiff body held him back. He doesn't know what's wrong with his body? Maybe it was because that person gave me a look, but would I have such a reaction after I took a look? This made him a little unbelievable, but at the same time, he had to connect the two together. This is really a terrible look.
My body is obviously very good, this damn bastard. He kept cursing in his heart, but it didn't help to change his current situation, because more and more people surrounded him, and even some brave children started to pull his backpack from behind. He didn't dare to look back, because it was a waste of time, he just wanted to quickly pass through the increasingly thick crowd. But the more anxious he was, the more unhappy he walked, and finally he felt that his backpack was about to be torn off, so he suddenly turned around, raised his pistol and turned to the person in front of him who was about to tear off his backpack .
It was a child's face, dark and thin, and his dirty little hand was pulling a strap of his backpack. Seeing Plath turned his head, he wanted to let go timidly. The black muzzle of the gun pointed at this: "Get out, get out of here immediately, or you will die."
He has no compassion for these children. He knows that this is a world where the strong prey on the weak. If he shows a little hesitation and timidity, these people will swarm him and tear him to pieces. After waving the pistol in his hand and picking up the submachine gun in his hand, he fired a shot into the sky.
"Bang!" The pistol made a deafening sound, which stunned the people around. Then he remembered that this person still had a gun in his hand, so he relaxed a little. So Plath continued to walk forward.
He felt that his body was becoming more and more stiff, and he even suspected that the reason why that person asked him to leave was because he could no longer move freely? Thinking of this, he felt that this was a conspiracy. He knew that if he couldn't walk, he would definitely not survive in this war-torn place.
And the golden pistol in his hand is also something coveted. With so many people staring at him, he felt like a lamb. You have to pick up the pace, you have to. He warned himself. Then, taking advantage of the gap when the group of people were silenced by the gunfire, they quickly moved forward.
But in the eyes of this group of people, his speed became slower and slower. This should be good news. There were some smiles in the eyes of these people, and many people's eyes were fixed on the golden pistol in his hand. This is a valuable thing, and it can be sold for a lot of money, or it can be exchanged for a lot of good things.
Suddenly a child rushed out diagonally and fell to the ground. Suddenly the child became a stumbling block. Plath, who was already a little unsteady, staggered and fell to the ground. Just when he was tripped, his heart suddenly seemed to stop beating.
It's over, it's really over this time. The moment he was in the end. Saw the crowd flocking. He fired without hesitation.
The ak submachine gun in his hand and the golden pistol in his hand fired at the same time. The bullets scattered like a torrential rain, and went out. Those who rushed were the first to be hit, bullets piercing their jaws and chests. Braving blood splashed in the air and sprinkled on his body. Even in his eyes, he was a little blind.
Blood covered his eyes. Indistinctly, only the blood-red figure swayed, his gun didn't stop, but those people couldn't stop either, because the people behind were pushing the people in front to rush towards this side, coupled with the stimulation of blood, A situation of one after another has been formed.
The clear and empty voice made Plath completely desperate, and then the crowd whose eyes looked bloodshot instantly overwhelmed him. He wanted to resist, but his body was so stiff that he couldn't move. Those people could only tear off his backpack, and those people stripped off his clothes, even his socks.
In the end, he lay naked on the ground, unable to move at all. A dark and thin face looked down at him, and then knocked on his head left and right. He saw a wooden stick with a sharpened front pointing at him. When he opened his mouth and wanted to say "No, I still have dollars", he felt as if something had pierced his head, and his mouth opened suddenly like a nerve reflex. big. It looks like the gaping beaks of those juveniles going to catch the final food of the adults. There was a retching sound in the throat.
With the sound of retching, blood spewed out one by one, and finally remained still. His world had already turned into darkness, the wooden stick was inserted into his eyes, and then pulled out, a black blood hole, like a black hole that swallowed life, opened up.
Zhen Fan was watching from not far away, and he had been following Plath. Then just watched him from a distance until he was overwhelmed by the hungry crowd, and then saw the crowd dispersed and the naked corpse lying on the stone. He has no sympathy for Plath, he just wants to let this scum slowly accept the torture, let him see what it feels like to be hurt before he dies. He also didn't have the pleasure after revenge. In short, he is very calm, and this mentality is also related to his current cultivation. When he can integrate into nature, he will have no concept of the life, death, prosperity and decline of all things.
Leave silently, this is Zhen Fan's best form. Until the third day, Plath's body was discovered by a team of members of the International Red Cross, and a photo was taken and sent to the US military base. Then the photo was confirmed by the U.S. military, and it was the body of Plath, who was wanted by the U.S.
Plath's body was then rushed to a U.S. military base and frozen. In three days, the corpse was swollen and gave off an unpleasant smell, but the US military still kept the corpse carefully. And at the same time, they received a tip that the territory of the Justice Front Alliance was occupied by other militants.
This means that the stronghold of the Justice Front Alliance seems to have been destroyed, so the US military launched a military operation aimed at cleaning up the armed forces that occupied the Justice Front Alliance territory. Then some prisoners were taken. From the mouths of these captives, they confirmed another news that the Justice Front Alliance has been wiped out.
At first, the U.S. military didn’t believe it very much. They guessed that there might be some kind of problem with the Justice Front Alliance, and the possibility of being wiped out is unlikely. But soon, they got a picture of the Justice Front Alliance base camp taken by other militants. interior photos. It was taken a few days ago.
The photos show that many people died here. The most important thing is that among the people who died here, there is a close-up of one person, which is the body of Alkadullah Amir, the leader of the Justice and Order Front. This time it really proved the reliability of this news. It turned out that the person they had been trying to catch but couldn't catch, this cunning person like a fox was really dead.
After confirming the news, the US military soon released the news, which was sent to the White House. It was personally reviewed by the President and immediately handed over to the White House press secretary. The White House press secretary immediately held a press conference, and then acknowledged the news in front of reporters from all over the world and audiences in front of TVs all over the world. She said excitedly: "This is the news of the American people It is also a declaration that good will eventually triumph over evil."
When the speeches were finished, the reporters did not ask questions immediately, but burst into warm applause. This can be regarded as a great gift from Zhen Fan to the US government, but Zhen Fan did not reveal at all that he did it himself. The entire U.S. intelligence agency is also unclear why this situation occurs.
Zhen Fan soon returned from Afghanistan. After returning, he was held back by Yifei and Christine, who forced him to start preparing the script. The script was completed by Spike Couse's creative team. There are three versions for Zhen Fan to choose, and Kristen. Yifei didn't know how to choose. So I dragged Zhen Fan in.
And when Zhen Fan and Christine were selecting the script, Karpas Xilin and others had already been quarantined for review. Obviously, the U.S. military also knew that the person who rescued Karpas Schilling was probably the person who killed the leader of the Justice and Order Front and let them perish. But they didn't have any news of value from Capas.
Karpas Schilling submitted his resignation immediately after the review, and soon got the consent of the parties, so Karpas Schilling will get a certain pension, and then completely withdraw from the life of an agent. At the same time Sergeant Adam Eckhart also tendered his resignation.
The two left Afghanistan together and returned to the United States. Karpas Schilling went directly to Los Angeles, and Sergeant Adam Eckhart was going home, so Karpas Schilling decided to meet Sarah Vogel alone first. He does have a lot of mysteries in his mind to unravel.
"Beep——" Sarah's cell phone rang. She was discussing with Melissa about the preparation of the security company. She turned on the phone and saw that it was an unfamiliar number. A person quietly walked outside the office and connected the phone.
"It's me, Sarah Vogel, may I ask you..." Sarah said.
"I was rescued by you, your former acquaintance." A voice came from over there, "I want to see you, Sarah, I want to know the reason, you sent someone to rescue me, I know I owe you a big favor. Tomorrow noon, I will wait for you at the 'Beatty' restaurant." As he spoke, he hung up the phone.
It's Capas Schilling. Sarah heard the voice, and then a smile appeared on the corner of her mouth. Obviously, Zhen Fan saved him, so now he is her own. This is the most important part of her security company, an excellent instructor. (To be continued..) u