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Chapter 1963 The Real Warrior

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    Maihesumu Aishan looked at Yang Luo's hands that had been raised in the air, and was afraid that Yang Luo's face would turn violent. Just as he was about to say something, Yang Luo shrugged and put his hands down.  http://%77%77%77%2e%76%6f%64%74%77%2e%63%6f%6d

    Maihesumu Aishan really didn't take it seriously when he saw Yang Luo, he was completely relieved, and said, "Don't mind, Adair has such a character."

    Yang Luo shrugged, he was not surprised by Adair's attitude.  As the highest-ranking military leader of al-Qaeda, he holds the power of countless lives and lives, and is still alive for so many years after being offered a reward of 25 million dollars by the Yankees, which proves that this person is very intelligent, not only smart but also has his own strength  It should not be underestimated, naturally he has the capital of pride.

    After several people entered the house, Yang Luo realized that the outside of the house was made of stone, which looked no different from other ordinary houses, but the inside was reinforced concrete.  When passing the gate, Yang Luo took a look. The thickness of the concrete must be at least one meter.  Such a building is bombed with heavy artillery, and it is estimated that it will take half an hour of continuous bombing to destroy it.  Of course, if the building is really bombed with heavy artillery, even if the building cannot be destroyed in a short period of time, the people inside will not be able to withstand the shock wave and sound produced by the explosion. As long as there are two more salvos, they will die cleanly.  There is also a thing called a missile, and one can raze this place to the ground.

    There are also many rooms inside, like a maze, you enter a room with twists and turns, this is an underground passage, walk down the steps, there are more than 20 steps, and there is a door in front of you, open it  Inside the door is a room with an area of ??more than 200 square meters. The decoration is quite luxurious and modern facilities are available.  What caught Yang Luo's attention was that half of the room was filled with wireless communication equipment.

    Adair walked to the sofa and faced an old Afghan man with white hair and a snow-white beard sitting on the sofa. He lowered his head and said something. The old man looked up and just nodded slightly without getting up.  .

    "Maihesumu Aishan, I didn't expect that we would meet again." The tone was very calm, and it was hard to tell whether he was happy or unhappy.

    Abudureim and Abdul looked at the old man in front of them, standing there nervously, not daring to move.  And Maihesumu Aishan also became very nervous, bent slightly and said: "Mr. Zawahiri, I am so sorry to come to see you so presumptuously."

    This old man is Ayman al-Zawahiri, who was born in a wealthy family in a small town called Manadi, ten kilometers south of Cairo, Egypt.  Famous professor of pharmacology.  Since he was a boy, he has been a loyal follower of Islamic extremist organizations such as the Muslim Brotherhood, and deeply respects the spiritual leader of the organization, Saeed Qutb al-Zawahri.  He joined the radical Islamic extremist organization in 1973. One year later, he graduated from the most prestigious Cairo University School of Medicine in Egypt. Later, he obtained a master's degree in surgery and opened a clinic in the suburbs of Cairo.  In 1993, the Egyptian Islamic Jihad Organization was established. In 1998, the organization merged with the al-Qaeda led by bin Laden.

    If Bin Laden is likened to the spiritual leader of al-Qaeda, then al-Zawahiri is the prime minister.  As Osama bin Laden's most trusted friend, he is the chief strategist of al-Qaeda and the top planner of most terrorist attacks.  The most famous is planning the 9? 11 terrorist attacks that shocked the world.  The security department of the Yankees once said that Osama bin Laden is the biggest threat to the security of the United States, so the existence of al-Zawahiri is a disaster for the United States.  The U.S. military and intelligence agencies have racked their brains to try to catch al-Zawahiri, but all failed.  When bin Laden died, Zawahiri became the successor to the world's number one terrorist.

    Zawahiri smiled slightly: "I'm glad you came back alive, but you shouldn't bring heretics here."

    When Zawahiri spoke, his voice was very soft and he had a smile on his face, but Maihesumu Aishan's face suddenly turned pale.

    "Mr. Zawahiri, they are not heretics, they are my brothers. Without them, I will not come back."

    Zawahiri waved his hand: "You know, I will not meet anyone except Allah's servants."

    A thin layer of sweat appeared on Maihesumu Aishan's forehead, and Yang Luo smiled: "Mr. Zawahiri, although I am not a servant of Allah, I am a warrior, and I have a warrior in my heart."  The world, and this world is going to become a reality, only you and Maihe Sumu Aishan can realize it, so I am here. I don¡¯t think you will reject a real warrior, let¡¯s create a new world with you.¡±

    Zawahiri didn't look at Yang Luo all this time, and only cast his gaze over when he heard Yang Luo speak.  There was a wise light in his eyes, but he was cold, and his body naturally exuded a powerful aura.

    & n"Are you insulting me? As a soldier, I don't need anesthesia. Moreover, anesthesia will paralyze my nerves. Once I encounter an enemy, it will reduce my ability to respond."

    The young man looked at Yang Luo as if he was looking at a lunatic: "Are you sure you don't need anesthesia?"

    Yang Luo said: "No need!"

    The young man nodded: "Okay, I hope you don't cry, and I hope you can still stand after I finish stitching up." After speaking, he took out anti-inflammatory water to disinfect Yang Luo's wound, and then looked at Yang Luo with a suture needle, "Get ready  Ok?"

    Yang Luo smiled slightly: "Let's sew!"

    The suture needle pierced Yang Luo's palm fiercely, and then he picked it up, bloodshot out.  On the other hand, Yang Luo didn't have any expression on his face, and calmly watched the suture needle stab into his palm one by one, and the wound closed with the suture thread tightening.  (Remember the site URL: www.hlnovel.com
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