Chapter One Thousand and One: Alibaba and the Forty Thieves

********* In the hinterland, in a dilapidated residential house in Dodoma District, an old TV is emitting intermittent sound.

Kalb was lying on a sofa with a broken leg, and a black man squatted there, propping up a corner of the sofa.

"Fucking bastard! Why can I only live in this kind of place! You terrorists are not very powerful, go and kill them, blow them up, kill them!" Kalbu growled with.

Kalb kicked the black man who was kneeling on the ground and propped up on the sofa: "Why can I only control you things! You blow up and blow up all day long! Can you blow up the swimming pool for me? Can you give me Can you blow the beach? Can you blow me a beautiful woman?"

As Li Huiyun said, Kalb is a playboy, and he must enjoy it for a day.

Even if he was hiding, he was hiding in a beautiful place like Lake Victoria, enjoying sunbathing and beauties.

But today, he was actually forced to hide in such a place where no shit, and live with rice and food.

This made him very angry.

After all, although these green bandits are invulnerable, he, Karb, does not have this function.

Ever since killing a few of the CIA's commandos, the CIA has been looking for him like crazy.

The CIA's influence in Africa can be said to be deeply rooted and leafy. Now Kalb feels that he has stabbed a hornet's nest and has to hide.

But in just two days, his patience was almost completely exhausted.

What's the use of becoming the king of terror?

As he roared, no matter how these bastards blow up, can they give him a better life? Can you get him some comfort?

The only thing he has is a bunch of stinky black uncles and their brainwashed black girls.

Sitting in this dilapidated barn at this moment, listening to the intermittent voices from the TV, and hugging the black girls beside him who both smelled bad, Kalb was already out of anger.

The CIA couldn't find Kalb alive or dead, so it simply spilled more resources and mobilized its own government forces in Africa, various informants, and spies. It felt that Kalb was like a rat, looking for it wherever it got. It's gone, it's just annoying.

But Kalb feels that these CIA people are meddling stupid dogs, sniffing and probing everywhere, regardless of whether they can be found or not. Anyway, Kalb himself is quite frightened, and even more annoying.

At this moment, the voice from the TV attracted Karb's attention again.

"The seventh launch of Xiongzi Technology's recyclable rocket 'Big Head Doll' was completed half an hour ago, according to... hiss... hiss... the seventh 'parasol' experimental satellite has entered...launch within two days Seven times... According to experts, the 'Big Head Baby' recyclable rocket has set multiple records in terms of the number of launches and the number of times a single rocket can be reused...The eighth time will be in half an hour..."

"...Internet public opinion questioned the real purpose of the satellite launched by Xiongzi Technology,...hiss...hiss...no response...remote monitoring..."

"...a source revealed that there was an armed clash in western Kenya...Agents were trying to capture the murderer Kalbu...there were heavy casualties..."

"It is reported that the satellite launched by Xiongzi Technology will help... capture... Karb..."

The voice on the TV was more like lighting a keg of explosives.

"Can you fucking stabilize the voltage!" Kalb smashed the cup out of his hand, hitting a black man who was trying to generate electricity by hand.

The glass shattered with a bang, but the Negro just shook it harder.

Originally, a CIA is enough to make people angry, let alone a Chen Wei who is chasing him.

Grandma's, and now there is a bear child technology added, and you still need to use satellites to find him? Already launched seven?

How do you live now?

Karb lost his temper, and just as he calmed down, a voice came from outside the door: "Master, there is a person wandering around sneakily, he might be a spy from the CIA!"

Kalb is going crazy, he has already hid in this kind of wilderness, if he hides again, is he really going to hide in the virgin forest?

But what can be done?

"Let's go..." Kalb stopped in the middle of a sentence.

Running away all the time, I'm afraid it's not an option. The CIA will hunt and arrest so much, and one day, there will be no way to escape.

Having been the terrorist boss for so many days, and with terrorist authority in hand, Kalb has gradually gained a better understanding of human nature.

Everyone always has an evil side, even the vice president of Lazy God Security was almost reduced to a slave of evil authority, let alone many people.

Why do terrorists create terrorist riots and massacres? Because it can make more evil people.

He stretched out his hand and pointed at random: "You, you, and you, go out and find the CIA people and kill them."

"You, you, and you, protect me and let's leave."

Kalb looked at the black people: "Scatter everyone, let them hunt down CIA agents, do something in the big city, some airport, some station, some stadium, some explosion or massacre, first mix the water It's..."

For a moment, Kalb was truly the king of terrorism.

After Kalb gave the order, he turned and left under the protection of several blacks.

There were gunshots and a few screams behind him, and then silence fell.

In the face of the terrifying fighting power of the green bandits, these CIA agents or informants are like paper.

And Karb got into a car and rode away.

...

In a low-key five-story building in Nairobi, CIA officer Jess Boehner is anxiously waiting for news.

He has been pacing back and forth in the command hall for almost two hours. The intelligence agents and analysts in the command hall did not dare to breathe, and waited for his reply calmly.

Good news is always as rare as gold, and bad news is plentiful.

"Sir, according to the news from the **** branch, seven people have been lost so far, and there is no way to confirm the exact location of Kalb."

"Sir, I just got news from the Congo. They fought against the green bandits. Only one agent escaped. Karb may have moved to the Congo."

"Sir, an explosion occurred at an airport in Angola..."

"Sir, South Africa..."

In just half a day, Kalb's green bandits have spread all over the world.

Earlier, Karb gathered everyone around him and let these green bandits protect him, but now Karb has scattered these green bandits, either in small groups or alone, causing great damage Countless times.

At the same time, it completely disrupted the CIA's search plan. Even the experts of the CIA could not predict their whereabouts or their mode of action. (To be continued.)