"Father, I want to kill pagans wearing clothes like yours. I have killed at least a hundred pagans who worshiped God. I can't help but see them draw a cross on their chests. You want to blow their heads off. You say this kind of sin, can God forgive me?" A terrorist leader walked opposite the night watchman, and put a "Book" on the table, just in time with the night watchman The red-edged Bibles were touching head to head.
Behind the boss stood six burly men carrying AKs. They were all demon butchers who had killed people, and they were vigilant about their every move.
"God saves all who can be saved, but for a fool like you, no one can help you. The best way is to die and let your mother have another one." The night watchman satirized while drinking beer.
The strong men behind heard that they wanted to move forward, but the boss raised his hand to stop him, jokingly said, "Mr. Priest, you are so annoying? Where did the monk come from, dare to beep on our land? Is there someone covering it?"
"I'm afraid because I'm fearless. If you want to ask if I have a cover, of course the answer is yes. That person is called 'God'." The night watchman said with a smile.
"Really? Then you'd better start praying for his old man's protection now." The leader reached out and took out a pistol and put it on the table. "Now you have two choices, or tear the Bible out for me in front of me." Eat it one bite at a time, or I will send you to meet his old man."
"Ah..." ET sighed helplessly, "There are always some people who don't know their heads and make troubles. It's really annoying."
"Do you know why the pages of the "Bible" have red edges?" The night watchman smiled, "Because when preaching and teaching, it is inevitable to be contaminated with blood."
Without any sign, the glass handle of the wine glass in the hands of the night watchman was pulled out by him with one hand, like a dagger piercing through the palm of the head and the wooden table. Picking up the pistol on the table, it took three shots, knocking out three strong men.
As soon as the gun was fired, the bar exploded. Although everyone knew the rules of the trial bar, shooting and fighting were strictly prohibited, but when a fight really broke out, who would be interested in caring about the rules and irregularities.
All of a sudden, the table was full of drinks, and various gunshots were intertwined. From time to time, people fell to the ground, and there were explosions from time to time.
"You guys should pay me back." The judge resentfully walked to a corner of the bar, pulled down the switch of the bar, and with a click, the environment suddenly fell into darkness, and now it really became a ghost fight ghost.
Turning around, the trial threw a gas mask to Shen Ming and threw a few flash smoke bombs casually.
The trial shouted "Mustard gas!" in the local language
All of a sudden, the people who shot indiscriminately went crazy, and rushed outside crying and howling.
At this time, the judge pressed the mechanism, and there were several continuous explosions, blasting four big holes in the walls around the bar, and these gangsters also rushed out faster.
"This group of idiots, the mustard gas has already killed them all, how can they escape?" ET sneered in the dark.
"Keep your voice down, don't provoke another fight." The night watchman gave ET a push.
"Have you had enough trouble? Can you leave?" At this time, the masked judge stepped forward, and the young waiter had already pushed open the door of the cave.
"It's also a cover. You seem to use your brain more than your muscles? Why did you always give people the image of a loner and fool?" Walking past the judge, the night watchman couldn't help but praise.
"It's rare to be confused. My style is strategic cover and push flow. What I need is an understanding of the battlefield environment and a comprehensive analysis of the opponent. I have more teammates, more ideas, and more variables. I prefer to act alone. Safe." Judgment obviously has already had its own set of survival rules in its ten-year Nirvana career.
"Can we talk later? Let's go!" Shen Ming greeted everyone and jumped into the cave first. This shortcut for refuge led everyone to the back of the two mountains and directly out of the border of Afghanistan.
The last team member is required to be a master of close combat specialization, and it is also the most difficult talent among Nirvana to survive to the end. This kind of fighter is mostly used to carry out high-risk industries such as lurking deep into the tiger's den, assassination, and espionage, and often lacks logistical support. Even in the context of intelligence, if you want to become a melee expert, you need to put in several times more effort than others, which is one of the reasons why An Qi is so valuable.
Shen Ming led everyone to the next stop and flew directly to Dubai, the capital of trenches. The same sandy soil as Afghanistan, but here it looks like gold, the sun is like fire, and the girls on the beach are playing around in simple clothes. , Wrapped in long robes and white headscarves, enjoyed ice-cold wine and watched their 47th wife play in the sea.
This is a world of luxury and money, a paradise for the rich and a treasure land for the poor to make money.
Shen Ming was dressed fancy and lay under the awning, drinking iced orange juice, looking for his prey. The judge next to him prepared a glass of cocktail and tasted it.
The restless ET drove a quad bike on the beach and played "Fast and Furious 7" with Prince Babdu Rabah Bamagan. The night watchman, who was not too hot, still wore the priest’s robes, sat in a large tent beside him, and organized a dozen foreign believers to listen to him tell the story of God...
"Pluto, although you have joined your team, do you really understand what a prophet is?" Analyzing opponents is Judgment's favorite thing to do. Sometimes, in order to analyze the character of the characters, he even buys the opponent's original underwear , Feel everything about the other person through smell, regardless of gender.
"Do you understand?" Shen Ming replied casually.
"When I joined the Nirvana camp, the turning point had just passed, and it was impossible to know the Prophet. To many Nirvana believers of that era, he was a god-like existence. He joined the Nirvana camp at the age of 10, and he Rong was promoted to one of the three managers of the Nirvana camp, and the speed of his promotion was unmatched even by rockets. Many people said that he was a monster, and he could live for 2 days even if he was thrown into the water to hold his breath. Seven days have passed since he was killed, and he can still crawl out of the cemetery by himself. He once independently destroyed the most dangerous rebel organization in the world, and also extinguished the conspiracy of terrorist bombers trying to destroy the earth." The trial said more and more It's crazy.
"Please, do you believe what you said?" Shen Ming sneered.
"It doesn't matter whether I believe it or not. The important thing is that our opponent is very powerful. There are a bunch of believers who are willing to die for him. No one knows what he wants to do. This is the most dangerous thing." Judgment He doesn't like opponents that he can't master, which will limit his calculating fighting style.
"I can tell you clearly... what he thinks." Shen Ming turned back and said, "There are very few data released about the turning point, only that the Prophet committed crimes against humanity and became the biggest traitor in the history of the Nirvana camp.
It so happened that a friend of mine read all the materials about the turning point and revealed some to me. Just 20 years ago, not long after the disintegration of the Soviet Union, the largest nuclear arsenal in the world fell into a state of semi-anarchy. In order to perform peacekeeping missions, the Nirvana Camp transported many out-of-control nuclear bombs back to the camp for management. Period... More than 100 high-yield nuclear warheads are parked in the Nirvana camp, enough to level the world's nuclear warheads, and there are many more.
And at that time, the Prophet, one of the three managers of the Nirvana Camp, proposed a bold plan... called, 'Nuclear Peace for Peace'.
He wants to use this huge stockpile of nuclear bombs to threaten the nuclear-armed countries around the world, forcing all countries to sign an agreement to renounce nuclear weapons, and destroy all nuclear bombs in a centralized manner.
If you don't agree... carry out nuclear strikes on all these countries. "
"Couldn't he be crazy?" The judge was completely stunned.
"When the plan was exposed, I think the higher-ups thought the same way, so they cut off his hands and feet and imprisoned him for 20 years. It is understandable that what he will do after he comes out will definitely not be smaller than it was 20 years ago. The news I received is that all nuclear-armed countries in the world have entered a state of first-level combat readiness, and their nuclear arsenals have also deployed 10 times more manpower to avoid any threats." Shen Ming carried out information with the trial without reservation shared.
"When you are so nervous, do you still have the mood to come here to bask in the sun?" Judgment only felt that Shen Ming was more nervous than himself.
"Isn't this looking for someone? Well, our last team member has appeared!" Shen Ming finally found the team member he was looking for. I saw a black girl in a fiery red bikini, wrapped in a bumpy S-shaped figure, walking in sexy catwalks.
This woman looks to be about 30 years old, with a height unmatched by Asians, and the invisible muscle lines that highlight the arc are perfect. No wonder it has attracted a group of local tyrants in the Middle East who are drooling.
This female Nirvana is codenamed Black Pearl, and the Nirvana period is 10 years. The backbone melee force in the Nirvana Second Battalion has left the camp for 3 years. After she left, the Second Battalion couldn't find an infiltration master who could stand shoulder to shoulder with her for a while. , Some people even call her the Yaksha of the Second Battalion. However, she personally doesn't like this name. Black Pearl has a completely different hunting style and personality from An Qi.
Just like An Qi doesn't like being slighted by men, even if it's on a mission, those men who have touched him will have their "hands" in different places in the end, except for Shen Ming.
But Black Pearl regards being surrounded by men as a kind of enjoyment and fun. Many of her targets ended up dying on her bed. Perhaps this is also an occupational disease
"My noble black pearl, you are my heart, you are my liver, you are three-quarters of my life! For you I have abandoned my thirteen wives, plus twenty-four children, just for Marry you through the door! Accept my love for you!" Another rich man with a big belly in the Middle East confessed to her in his tent.
"Give up, fat man, with your body, you will be played to death by her within two days." On the top of the tent, Shen Ming and Judgment descended from the sky. Pearl, are you interested in becoming my teammate? I'll show you how to pretend and fly."
"Of course I'm interested in the invitation from the famous Pluto." Black Pearl smiled charmingly.
"Let's talk about the reward first." Shen Ming felt uncomfortable with that smile.
"Remuneration? Let's pay with flesh." Heizhu lightly licked her plump lips.