Chapter 463 Babylonian Warwick

The little thin man's famous name is 'Adnan', which is another trope name that often appears in games. He is a native of Baghdad and is a 'kuye' in the Tourism Bureau. When translated, he is exactly what Zhao Yun said as a 'deputy section clerk' .

The official level is overwhelming. When entering the tourist bureau, Su Ming gave a bribe of 10,000 dinars to two soldiers at the door. Adnan was respectful in front of their leaders, but bossy in front of the two soldiers. Seeing Adnan, the two soldiers suddenly had very flattering smiles on their faces and brought two small flags over.

Adnan spoke simple Chinese and asked Su Ming and others to put small flags on the car windows wherever they went in the future, so that the local government troops would not cause trouble.

Once again, we got into a yellow taxi without air conditioning and arrived at our accommodation in Baghdad: the five-star Hotel Babylon Warwick.

The entire hotel is magnificent and has a completely different style from the nearby buildings. If you ignore the surrounding buildings, you will feel like you are in Dubai or Las Vegas. According to Adnan, the overall security level of Babylon Warwick is very high. It is not only equipped with local police forces, but also employs guards from internationally renowned security companies. These security guards are actually mercenaries. Their equipment and tactical literacy are very high, better than those of United Nations peacekeepers. The troops are not bad, and in the event of a firefight, no one except the employer will be given face. The combat effectiveness is quite scary, so most of the wealthy foreigners who come to Baghdad live here.

Inside and outside the hotel, just one step away, it seems that there are two worlds. As soon as you step into the hotel, you have gone from a war-torn battlefield to an upper-class civilized society.

The hotel charges are sky-high in the local area, with a standard room costing just over a thousand Chinese dollars per day. But in a place like Iraq, where there are safety guarantees, complete living services, and even two swimming pools, Su Ming feels that it is quite cheap. . Neither he nor Zhao Yun were used to sleeping in the same room with men. They had booked three rooms before, but due to Adnan's joining, another room was temporarily added.

When he got the gold-plated room card, the slightly proud look on Adnan's face disappeared all of a sudden, and he waved his hands quickly, feeling flattered: "Sir... this is really too luxurious... I... I live here Just the small hotel opposite..."

"Okay Adnan, I don't want to open my eyes the next day and find that you were blown into a corpse...or..." Su Ming smiled: "Being burned into a coke."

Adnan heard that this was a mockery of the scene on the plane before, and he was not ashamed but proud. He grinned: "In order to safeguard the glory of Allah, loyal believers are never afraid of fighting against the infidels! I have to say, you guys Orientals are so generous. I have taken many tourists from other countries before, but this is the first time I have the opportunity to live in Babylonville.”

"Let the waiter deliver our gifts and take us to the zoo early tomorrow morning." Su Ming took out a can of royal jelly from his travel bag and said to Adnan: "But before that, Adnan, you You can show me around this hotel, there should be some animals here.”

"Of course! This is our specialty. Every high-end hotel will have some beasts and rare birds. But Mr. Su, don't you want to buy them? Oh, that's a sky-high price, such as an adult tiger. If you go to the private zoo I introduced, I can help you bargain for about three thousand dollars, while in a hotel, it may cost seventy or eighty thousand dollars. "

Of course Su Ming didn't want to buy animals in the hotel. One of the three energy storage balls he reserved was used on the plane. In a place like Iraq, you may encounter danger at any time. An extra ball will provide you with extra security at critical moments. He wants to use it in the hotel Among animals, choose a more practical function and re-store it to full capacity.

"Okay sir, please come with me. As far as I know, this hotel has a group of very interesting platypuses."

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In the detention room at Baghdad International Airport, Basel was locked in a large cage. There were several police and soldiers with live ammunition outside the iron fence. In addition, there is an old man.

The old man's beard and hair were all white, and his face was covered with deep wrinkles. He nodded to the leading soldier and handed over a cloth bag: "Thank you very much for taking care of me."

The soldier took the cloth bag and opened it. It was full of stacks of very old dinars in small denominations. After he counted the number, he said in a deep voice: "Okay, he can go."

After simple procedures, the military police opened the cage. The old man greeted the two young people who came with him, carried the injured Basel out of the airport, and boarded a dilapidated minibus.

After laying Basel's stretcher flat in the car, a young man got into the driver's seat, started the ignition, and the old minibus swayed toward the north of Baghdad.

"My most respected high priest, my most beloved brother Ala'i, I offer you the blessing of the God of Fire. I know that my brothers from the same race will definitely come to rescue me..." Basel said to the old man.

"You are so impulsive. In order to redeem you, the tribe spent half a million dinars! That was the money originally used to buy spices. Without enough spices, we cannot communicate with the Vulcan at all..." The old man was a little angry. explain.

But Basel was a little excited. He supported himself with one hand, straightened up on the stretcher with all his strength, and exclaimed: "High Priest Ala'yi, my brother, so you can receive the oracle from the God of Fire?"

The old man's expression dimmed slightly and he shook his head: "No, even with the help of spices, I haven't communicated with the Vulcan for decades."

"Then what should we do!" Basel said: "The Islamic State in the west requires our tribe to provide them with young labor. In fact, they want slaves! The Kurds in the south require us to support them and will only provide them if we no longer support the government forces. We help, but the government forces have always only given verbal help. Their focus has always been on preventing the Kurds, even more than preventing IS. Oh, and there are those coalitions that say 'we do not interfere in the internal affairs of other countries' , Damn it, if you don’t interfere in the internal affairs of other countries, why do they come to our motherland!”

When arguing with the little Adnan, Basel seemed clumsy and tongue-tied, but when analyzing the surrounding situation, he spoke clearly.

"Well, Basel, there's no point in complaining about this."

The old man Ala Yi held his hands on his chest and made a strange gesture. His tone was sad and pathos: "Has the true God abandoned our tribe, and even the last few thousand of us must compromise with the devil in order to gain a chance to survive?"

"No, I would rather die in battle than compromise like the devil!" Basel waved his fist vigorously, which involved the wound on his stomach, and he grinned in pain.

"But the True God has not given us guidance for many years. Although I hope this is a test from the True God, it is too late. Now we need God's guidance more than ever." Alayi said helplessly .

"Alay, have you forgotten my mission to the East this time..." Basel suddenly said.

"The holy scripture says that nine thousand years later there will be saints from the far east, purified in flames, immortalized in ice springs, and leading the people of Zoroastrianism to defeat demons. But..."

Ala Yi smiled bitterly: "Did you really find the saint?"

"I met a person, I can't be sure, but he looks very similar to the legend!" Alayi's eyes lit up.