Chapter 713 Bata! (3rd Update!)

In addition to the people who had gathered at the entrance of the mosque, more and more people appeared with guns on the surrounding streets.

Seeing this scene, the people in the two cars involuntarily stepped on the accelerator and left the scene as quickly as possible.

In the mosque, Musa's body was placed in the center of the lobby, with three blood holes in his chest and a white cloth under him. The white cloth was stained with blood, and only his eyes were not closed.

There was still a little doubt in his brown eyes.

Next to him were several students who had been studying with him. They were old and young. At this moment, they all knelt beside the body without saying a word, looking at the body expressionlessly.

After a while, Amul, the oldest among them, slowly stood up and turned his head to look at the corner.

In the corner, there were several children with terrified faces.

When Musa was shot, he was sitting with these children at the entrance of the mosque to chat. Only they might know from which direction the bullet came, or what the person who killed his mentor looked like.

Amul walked over slowly, trying to calm down, and then showed Jack the kid opposite him a self-proclaimed kind smile as much as possible:

"When Grandpa Musa was killed, did you see any suspicious people, the kind of people who looked weird and had shifty eyes?"

His kind smile made the kids feel terrified.

The kids sat there and shook their heads desperately, saying that they knew nothing.

After asking for a while, he found that he couldn't get anything out of the mosque, so Amul could only turn back and prepare to walk out of the mosque and ask the people around him.

Just then, Sah Jagger arrived.

As the contact between Lin Yu and Musa, he had lived a very chic life in the past two years. Lin Yu promised to give him everything without any discount.

Using those equipment, he set up several factories, and relying on these factories, he made a lot of money in the past few years.

With money in hand, he was thinking about going to Lin Yu in a few days to get something better.

But he never expected that as a middleman, Musa on the other side of him died.

This is tmd!

He is the balance, with Lin Yu on one end and Musa on the other.

As Musa, who once competed for the Sharif position in Afghanistan, he has many followers. In the past two years, he has annotated the scriptures, which has attracted many followers because of his unique insights and views on future development.

Similarly, it has indirectly reduced a lot of trouble for China.

Some time ago, Musa said that the annotations of the scriptures had been completed, and he wanted to sort them out, and then make all the annotations public and accept debates from all over the world.

All this was fine, but I never expected it.

Musa died.

He was shot and killed.

He died, what about the subsequent debates?

What about his subsequent development?

With many questions, Sah hurriedly pushed the crowd away and walked into the mosque auditorium, and saw Amul at a glance.

And Amul also saw him.

After calming down his fluctuating emotions, Amul slowly walked towards Sah: "The teacher's body is there. Contact the security bureau and ask them to come over immediately for identification."

"I want to find out who killed the teacher."

"He has been contributing to the sects in Afghanistan and Pakistan, and also to the future. If he succeeds, we can get positive guidance even if we don't have a unified doctrine."

"At least it won't be like before, setting off boring mutual slaughter."

"But he is dead now, I want to avenge him."

"Don't panic!" Sah knew very well what was most important now. He repeatedly comforted the people in front of him and glanced around. He said repeatedly:

"Your current task is to ensure that what Mr. Musa has learned throughout his life can be passed on. You should quickly take people to collect the relevant information and don't let anyone touch it. Once someone adds messy things to the information, it will tarnish what Mr. Musa has learned throughout his life."

"I will contact the Security Bureau now and ask the experts of the Security Bureau to come and identify it."

"Don't worry, I will never let Mr. Musa die with regrets."

Looking at the anxious people in front of him, Amul pondered for a moment, turned around and explained a few words to several junior brothers, took two junior brothers, and several followers, and walked into the backyard of the mosque with guns to protect the scriptures annotated by Musha.

The local security bureau in Peshawar, Pakistan, acted quickly. Shortly after Sah made the call, the security bureau arrived at the scene.

After more than half an hour of careful investigation, the security bureau found the location of the shooting.

After visiting the surrounding area and adjusting some surveillance, the shooter was soon found.

These people were very careful, but they didn't expect that there were surveillance cameras in this shabby place in Peshawar.

As night fell, Sah returned to the mosque with the data he had investigated and delivered all the information to Amul:

"The opponent's weapons were very sophisticated. The shooting location was about 450 meters away from the entrance of the mosque. Musha Imam was shot three times."

"All three shots were in the chest, which means that the three shots were fired very quickly. This is a professional sniper."

"The bullet is a standard 7.62×54mm R bullet, which is an SVD bullet. Judging from the traces on the bullet, this should be a new gun, used no more than a year, and fired no more than 500 rounds."

"As for those people, there is no record in the database of the Peshawar Security Bureau. We are retrieving the information records of the Islamabad Security Bureau. Judging from the actions of these people, they have done such things not once or twice, and there must be information."

Sah's words made Amul calm down slowly.

Terrorists with sniper rifles are definitely the best in any armed force. Such people are very sensitive to any disturbance.

If you want revenge, you must be sure to kill the opponent with one blow.

Otherwise, if you let the opponent escape, you will be greeted by endless disasters.

I am not afraid of death, but if I drag others in and let innocent people die, I will go against the teacher's will.

In the last few years, the teacher has been annotating scriptures, trying to untie the shackles for those who are heading for the future.

He absolutely does not want to see himself, because of hatred and anger, and then take the people who were supposed to be heading for the future to die.

Standing up, he walked to the coffin where Musa's body was placed, and stroked the coffin with his hand. Amul said lightly:

"Mr. Sah, please contact Mr. Lin in China and tell him that the teacher has completed all the annotations of the scriptures and now just needs to wait for the release."

"After a while, I will find a good time to release these new annotations of the scriptures, and at the same time, accept the debate challenges from all over the world."

"I hope he will not forget his promise. At the same time, after completing the challenge, I will help the teacher to get revenge. I hope he can help."

Knowing that the person in front of him would not take a gun to get revenge in a fit of anger, Sah breathed a sigh of relief and followed to the coffin and put his right hand on the coffin.

While stroking the coffin with his fingers, he responded softly: "Don't worry!"

"I will tell Mr. Lin everything that happened here. Similarly, I will also tell him that I am Mr. Musa's successor."

"What he needs is regional stability. Helping you is a win-win situation."

"It's late today. Let's rest first. I will contact Lin Yu tomorrow morning and then arrange a time to send you to China. You can meet each other and get to know each other."

The two finalized the follow-up work and were about to leave. Musa's closed disciple suddenly stumbled in.

He ran out of breath and saw the two people. He bent down, supported his knees with his hands, and shouted incoherently:

"Brother Amuler, Mr. Sah, someone stood up and said he was responsible for this attack!"

The sudden words made the people who had just assigned the work look stunned, but soon, a burst of anger came out of their hearts for no reason.

The murderous aura that had just been suppressed suddenly broke out at this moment.

Killing people is fine, but now he dares to jump in my face.

Sah suppressed his anger and asked the young man who ran in:

"Tell me more about it!"

The young man finally recovered, opened his mouth, and told the whole story in a very fast way:

"It was the TV station in Quetta. Just now, the TV station in Quetta played a video."

"In the video, a guy who called himself Jira said that the Pakistani Taliban was responsible for this attack."

"They assassinated Teacher Musa this time to warn everyone that the Koran cannot be transgressed, and the most complete and oldest annotations must be guaranteed."

As soon as these words came out, Sah subconsciously looked at Amul.

Unlike what he imagined, Amul next to him was also confused after hearing the name of the Pakistani Taliban.

Finally, Sah asked what he was thinking: "Don't you know this Pakistani Taliban?"

If he remembered correctly, Musa, Amul in front of him, and their followers were all Taliban in secret.

Although they are the Afghan Taliban, they actually used the Pakistani Taliban, which means they are related to the Afghan Taliban.

This...

Could these people not know this?

Under his gaze, Amul shook his head slightly: "Since the Taliban leader Abu in the western region broke with the original Taliban leader, the Afghan Taliban has actually split into many pieces."

"Everyone only keeps in touch with the original Taliban on the surface, and secretly follows orders but not announcements."

"Unless the action goals are the same, it is difficult to even get together."

"As for the Pakistani Taliban, I now suspect that it was the original Taliban leader who did it."

"Moreover, even if Abu broke with him at the beginning, he did not do such an assassination."

"But now, this so-called Pakistani Taliban has done something to assassinate an ally."

"That means that the original Taliban leader has changed his mentality and has begun to do whatever he wants."

"Or, he just returned to his original state."

After speaking his guess, Amul turned his head to look at the coffin with the body, sighed softly, walked out of the mosque, and walked towards the room with the TV.

In the room, several junior brothers were fiddling with cameras, and in the cameras were the pictures they took of the TV.

In the playback, the man named Jira stood in front of the camera, his face flushed, looking very excited.

After a brief self-introduction, the man excitedly picked up Musa's photo and proudly announced that the Pakistani Taliban he belonged to was responsible for this terrorist attack.

He also said that this was God's choice, and anyone who misinterpreted God's words would be punished by them.

At the end of the screen, this person claimed to restore the glory of Pakistan.

Seeing this, Amul turned off the camera expressionlessly, turned back, and looked at Sah behind him:

"Contact Mr. Lin as soon as possible, I need his help."

"Okay!" Sah nodded his head and turned away.

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"Baby, get up and drink soup!"

The gentle voice and warm sunshine woke Lin Yu from his sleep. When he saw clearly that it was a bowl of pork ribs and winter melon soup in front of him, and the person holding the soup was Lu Lin, not other messy people, he was relieved.

Look at the time, 9 o'clock in the morning.

Yesterday at noon, I sent the Laotian and Cambodian delegations away, and then took Lu Lin to stroll around the city for a day, and it was also a crazy day.

There is no extra work today, I want to sleep in.

Unexpectedly, I was woken up by someone at 9 o'clock.

He wanted to say a few words, but when he saw the juicy winter melon soup in front of him, he decided to drink the soup first.

The winter melon soup was very clear, without too much oil, and it was very suitable for drinking directly.

The ribs were stewed very well, and the sweetness of the winter melon was just right.

After a bowl of winter melon soup, his empty stomach felt warm. Just as he was about to get up and drink another bowl, the phone on the bedside rang.

He handed the bowl to Lu Lin and grabbed the phone. Looking at the name on it, Lin Yu thought for a long time before finally remembering who it was.

He adjusted his tone and answered the phone calmly: "Mr. Sah, what's the matter?"

"Musha Imam was shot yesterday afternoon. The person who killed him claimed to be the Pakistani Taliban."

The person on the other end of the phone spoke a shocking news at a slow pace.

After the people here digested the news, the voice sounded again:

"But before Imam Musa died, he had already completed the annotations of the scriptures."

"His eldest disciple, Mr. Amul, inherited these theories completely, but Mr. Amul wants revenge, and he needs your help."

"My suggestion is that he come to Huaxia to see you, and you can talk in person."

"Is it okay?"

On the bed, Lin Yu got off the bed holding his mobile phone, walked to the window without saying a word, and stared at the bright sunshine of early spring in April outside the window.

The old man who was full of knowledge and full of thoughts about the future of Afghanistan died.

He didn't even live to the end of his life.

Ha——

It's really true that good people don't live long, and evil will last for thousands of years.

He let out a long breath and continued to speak to the person on the other end of the phone in a calm voice:

"The day after tomorrow, he should have finished handling Musa Ahong's funeral and should be free."

"When he comes, ask him to bring all the scriptures annotated by Musa Ahong."