Chapter 720: Repair the Plank Road! (First Update!)

The words used in the invitation letter are very concise, and the meaning of the whole article is also very clear.

I, Amul Tuya, am awesome, and my teacher is even more awesome. Now I want to talk to you, but for safety, I found a safe place. The time is limited, you can come or not.

After reading this invitation letter, Sigmund's eyelids twitched. He always felt that this was not an invitation letter, but a declaration of war, a declaration of war to all the researchers of the Quran in the world.

Because most invitation letters appear more humble when using self-titles.

In this invitation letter, the self-proclaimed me is very, very eye-catching and very annoying.

Coupled with the concise and clear content of the invitation letter, it reveals a sense of arrogance inside and out, which is so arrogant that it has no limit.

He held the mobile phone, squinted his eyes and read for a long time, and finally his eyes fell on the long list of names.

Excluding Sharif in front, he always felt that he seemed to have seen the latter name somewhere.

After carefully recalling it in his mind for a long time, he finally remembered who the person named Musa was.

In an instant, a tall, strong man with a clean face and a smile appeared in front of him.

Many years ago, there was no Israel.

The city under his feet was not called Tel Aviv at that time, but Jaffa.

It is a very important city for Arabs and also an important city for Islam.

That year was 1940.

The European battlefield was fierce at that time. Although the situation in the Middle East was not good, it was better than Europe.

So he boarded a cargo ship from Britain and came to Jaffa.

When he got off the ship, he saw the strong man.

The strong man with a typical Central Asian appearance.

The man was older than him, more vigorous than him, and more knowledgeable than him. No matter what he talked about, the other party could express his own opinions very appropriately.

After a while, the two became friends.

Although the people on both sides did not belong to the same sect, their pursuit of knowledge and the pursuit of God were the same.

However, their friendship did not last long. With the rise of Jewish Zionism, Sigmund, as a Haredi, resolutely listened to the persuasion of Jewish Zionists and began to seek evidence for the establishment of Israel.

As a member of an Islamic sect, the strong man naturally became the object of exclusion.

The other party moved quickly and slipped away without waiting for the Zionists to catch him.

From the beginning to the end, I always thought that the other party was a Persian.

But I never expected that the other party was actually an Afghan.

It was really amazing.

Throwing the young face out of his mind, Sigmund put the phone aside and said with a gloomy face: "Joseph, get ready, we will go to China to meet this guy."

"He wants to unify the doctrines of Islam, and we have to see if we agree."

His words made Joseph a little puzzled.

This man who believed in Jewish Zionism slowly raised his head, looked at Sigmund in front of him, and said carefully:

"Bishop Joshua's intention is to let you, Bishop Sigmund, question the other party, and then trick him into Israel and kill him directly."

"Not to go to the other party's territory..."

"Not to go to the other party's side and talk nonsense with him slowly."

The murderous words were said very easily by him.

And Sigmund in front of him, after hearing this, his face sank directly, his body sat up in an instant, and the pleasant expression on his face disappeared in an instant.

On that raised face, there was only disgust and impatience.

The pair of big noses stared straight at Joseph, and said with disgust:

"Joseph, I hope you can tell Joshua to make him clear about his position. He is only a bishop of Judaism, not a bishop of our Haredi people."

"He has no right to order me, nor does he have the right to interfere with what I want to do."

"Whatever I want to do, it is allowed by God, and it has nothing to do with him."

"Next time if you hear such words, Joshua will not have to do it."

"The orthodox foundation of Israel is based on the thousands of years of tradition of the Haredi people, not on Joshua. You need to understand the logic, understand?"

"You can get out now."

After Sigmund finished speaking, the originally kind faces of the two old men next to him also became cloudy in an instant.

Seeing that things were impossible, Joseph immediately bent down and slowly left the auditorium.

After leaving the church, he did not leave in a hurry, but stood at the door, staring at the church gate with resentful eyes for a long time, put away the resentment on his face, and then turned to the car on the street, got in, started the car and left.

Not long after, he appeared in another church.

Compared with the church just now, this church looked more magnificent, grand and solemn, and obviously had a lot of Russian style.

In the auditorium of this church, Joseph met Joshua.

At this moment, Joshua was kneeling in front of the crucifix of Jesus in the auditorium, maintaining a pious posture and carefully reciting the scriptures.

When the scriptures were finished, Joseph stepped forward and began to report on his work.

After listening to Joseph's report, Joshua calmly waved his hand, indicating that he should leave first.

Joseph's footsteps slowly left, and about 10 minutes later, another person appeared quietly in the auditorium.

Appearing behind Joshua.

Faced with the appearance of this man, Joshua seemed to have expected it. He still knelt in front of the crucifix of Christ and made prayer movements.

After reciting the sutra, Jie Liya still did not look back, but said indifferently:

"Sigmund's three old guys agreed to stop the guy named Amul, but they didn't agree to lure the guy over and kill him."

"In this case, people will die anyway."

"Just kill those three old guys."

"According to the route, planes taking off from Israel will transfer at Mumbai Airport, and then they will be killed directly in India."

"India is in chaos anyway. The death of a few Haredis will be of great benefit to both the world and Israel."

"You hurry up and do it."

After arranging the task, Joshua continued to bow his head and continue to recite scriptures.

The man nodded respectfully, turned around and left.

At the same time, on the other side of the city, Mossad’s new director Revot also handed over a document in his hand:

"This is your new identity. The new identities are all American freelance writers, specializing in providing articles for major news media."

"This time, there will definitely be many famous Islamic figures going there. Your task is to remember the names of these people, remember their looks, and find out where they live in various countries."

"Finally, find a way to deal with them."

"The death of these people will definitely cause chaos in their respective local sects. When their own people are beaten to a bloody head and a new leader is determined, we can quietly kill them again and cause a new leader. A round of chaos.”

"Do you understand?"

"Got it!" The few people standing in front of Revot nodded their heads hard, then took the documents, took out their identity information from the document bag, and began to memorize the new identity information.

Seeing that they were busy, Revoter stopped lingering, nodded his head, turned around and walked out of the room, disappearing through the door.

Islamabad, Pakistan.

Luan Yuelin got off the plane in a dusty manner, nodded briefly to the person who picked him up, got into the car, leaned on the chair and fell asleep.

The person who picked him up was an old acquaintance. When he saw it was Luan Yuelin again, he couldn't help but joked:

"I remember that you were promoted to a higher position, Staff Officer Luan. Why are you back?"

The vehicle was moving forward, swaying, and Luan Yuelin couldn't sleep even if he wanted to. When he heard the question from an acquaintance, he could only smile and shake his head:

"I am just a brick. I can move it wherever it is needed. Islamabad needs me, and I am very familiar with it, so I just came here again."

"How is the security here recently?"

"Security..." The driver pointed his chin out of the window and said, "The Islamabad Police Department has recruited some newbies. Although they won't be of much use, if you stand there with your clothes on, you can at least scare a lot of people."

"Compared to the last time you came here, the security is much better now."

The two asked and answered questions, and the vehicle soon arrived at the Pakistani Ministry of Defense.

Because he came with a special mission, Luan Yuelin didn't waste much effort in meeting the Pakistani Defense Minister Brun.

Bren also knew the purpose of Luan Yuelin's coming here. He didn't waste any words. He took the person directly to the map, pressed his finger on the mountainous area about 200 kilometers below Peshawar and explained:

"This place is called Wana. It's a small town. There is a road to the northwest that leads directly to Afghanistan."

"There are roads in the north that can go directly into the mountains, and there are also small roads in those mountains that can lead to Afghanistan."

"According to our information, after the televised speech that day, Gila left Quetta with his team and quickly maneuvered to this area."

"The total number of people is about 500."

"And this large area covers 36,000 square kilometers. If you want to capture 500 people in these 36,000 square kilometers, it is almost like searching for a bowl of flour in the desert."

"And from our side, we don't have much help for you."

"You know very well the level of our people. If you send them to arrest people, they are causing trouble for you."

"So we have discussed it here, and the main help we will give you is to help you transport various equipment, provide various venues, and provide logistics."

"A lot..."

Bren made a helpless expression, then shrugged with a wry smile on his face.

Facing his wry smile, Luan Yuelin just studied the map, then raised his head and asked for confirmation:

"I heard..."

He deliberately did not continue talking, but stared at Bren with his eyes.

After hearing these words, Brun carefully pricked up his ears and prepared to listen to the follow-up.

After waiting for a while, Luan Yuelin spoke slowly: "I heard that there is a SEAL team in Islamabad?"

"Given that this mission is very difficult, and we have no experience in carrying out missions abroad, and there is a language barrier, so..."

This time, an embarrassed expression fell on Luan Yuelin's face.

He hesitated, and seeing that the expression on Bren's face was more anxious than him, he whispered:

"We need to trouble Mr. Bren to contact us."

"Just say we are willing to provide information technology support from behind."

After saying this, Luan Yuelin was very embarrassed and took a step back. Brun felt that the man in front of him mustered up his courage and did a lot of psychological preparation before making this decision.

On the other side, Brun blinked his eyes after hearing the news, and finally slapped himself.

The slap sounded crisp, reminding him directly that you heard it right.

In order to deal with the Pakistani Taliban this time, his good brother had to cooperate with America for a short time.

As Pakistan's Minister of Defense, he defined himself as a firm fence-sitter.

When he had nothing to do, he asked America, Europe, England, and Russia for money.

Asked for things.

Anyway, I wanted whatever was given to me, a few melons and two dates were not too little, and one or two billion was not too much.

Once something happened, he immediately hugged the thigh of the big brother next door, and then acted as the big brother's vanguard, standing next to the big brother and showing off his power.

There was no way, India wanted to have nuclear deterrence back then.

Just after it was made, a nuclear bomb grew on the merciful snow mountain.

It also came with a relevant instruction manual.

That nuclear bomb scared all the little tricks of India back.

From that time on, some politicians in Pakistan became firm fence-sitters.

As fence-sitters, what they want to see most is that the big brothers on both sides are jealous of each other and give themselves good things.

What they don’t want to see most is that the big brothers on both sides get together.

Because it means two situations.

The two big brothers decide to shake hands and make peace, or the matter is very serious, so serious that the two big brothers must get together to solve the matter.

If this happened somewhere else, such as in India.

Then Brun would definitely agree with both hands, and then drink juice and eat barbecue to watch the show.

But those damn Pakistani Taliban are on their own territory.

Damn!

Cursing in his heart, Brun carefully leaned over and whispered, "Is the Pakistani Taliban worth doing this for you?"

"It's worth it!" Luan Yuelin nodded in response without hesitation.

That happy look made Brun's heart, which had just been put down, rise to his throat again.

He paced back and forth beside the map.

After walking for about 10 minutes, the footsteps stopped. He stood near the door and whispered, "I'll contact them, but whether they agree or not is another matter."

"But there will definitely be no results today, so Mr. Luan, you can go back first. If I have any results, I will tell you as soon as possible."

"Okay!" Luan Yuelin nodded and followed Brunson out of the room.

The two said goodbye in the corridor. As soon as they got back to the car, Luan Yuelin handed another document he was carrying to the driver:

"This is the information Lin Yu gave me. He said that the places where many terrorists hide all produce Himalayan cedar."

"The pine nuts produced by that Himalayan cedar seem to taste pretty good."

"He said we can do it and bring some income to the locals, and also add a rope to those terrorists."