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Chapter 1980 Seeing I Scared You

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    Peshawar is divided into old city, new city and university city.  The old city of .dt .com was formed in the 15th century during the Mughal Dynasty in India. It has not changed much for hundreds of years. The dirt road streets are very narrow, circling back and forth like a maze, and the buildings beside the road have a strong Indian style.

    Three days later, there was still no change in Peshawar. There were still so many motor vehicles and horse-drawn rickshaws. Walking through the streets and alleys, businessmen in neat suits and bearded tribal residents with white scarves on their heads passed by.  Ragged beggar children are still everywhere, and they follow every foreign guest like a shadow.  It's just that the weather is a bit abnormal. It's the end of December, and the highest daytime at this time of the year is only more than 20 degrees, but today it is definitely over 30 degrees.  It's getting hot and cold in winter, which is really annoying.

    Maihesumu Aishan, Abudurexiti and their subordinates wandered the streets, just like the local civilians who had nothing to do.  And Yang Luo, Li Tao, Madman, and Abu walked at the end, admiring the scenery on both sides of the street.

    A group of people seemed to have no purpose, just wandering around. As time went by, they crossed the railway crossing the urban area from the old city to the new city.

    The new town was built during the British colonial rule in the 19th century. It was also called the barracks area because it was once the station of the British army.  Near the Xincheng Central Market, you can see the fort-like American Consulate.  Surveillance cameras and barbed wire hang over the high walls of the consulate, surrounded by solid barricades and heavily armed Pakistani soldiers.  The American Club near the consulate is a frequent gathering place for Western diplomats, journalists and UN agency staff in Peshawar.  A bulletin board in the hallway of the club posted a security warning from the American consulate, telling Westerners not to go where the locals gather.

    Yang Luo stood opposite the US consulate. Li Tao and the lunatic stood behind Yang Luo. Abu stood beside Yang Luo. He didn't know Yang Luo was there.  He was still smoking a cigarette, which he always thought was cool.

    The four of Yang Luo stood there for five or six minutes, when two Pakistani soldiers who were in charge of guarding the US consulate came over.  Originally, the expressions on the faces of the two people were very serious, but after Luo Luo and their eastern faces, the serious expressions instantly thawed.

    "Chinese?"

    Yang Luo smiled and nodded: "Yes, we are Chinese."

    The two soldiers showed smiles on their faces, first saluted Yang Luo, and then shook hands warmly: "Welcome Chinese brothers to Pakistan!"

    Yang Luo was also very polite: "Thank you, you are also our brothers."

    The two Pakistani soldiers were very happy. If they were not still on duty, the two guys would probably have to take Yang Luo to have a good drink.

    The soldiers walked back, and Yang Luo couldn't help but sigh with emotion.  When he goes to any country, when someone asks, he will say, are you Japanese or Korean.  Only in Pakistan, whether you are a soldier or a policeman or an ordinary person, will ask you if you are Chinese.

    Yang Luo took one last puff of his cigarette, and stomped hard on the ground with the cigarette butt still in his mouth.  Abu also followed Yang Luo's example, throwing the cigarette butt on the ground, and then stepped on it.

    Yang Luo tilted his head and glanced, he didn't know what kind of nerve this kid was.  After returning to the small building behind the warehouse yesterday, I imitated my every move.

    Abu felt that Yang Luo was a little puzzled, so he still poked Yang Luo's arm: "They have gone far, hurry up and follow."

    Yang Luo said; "Follow me closely when you act, and don't leave me one meter away."

    Abu didn't understand what it meant, but still nodded; "I see!"

    The four of Yang Luo continued to walk forward. In fact, it didn't matter if they couldn't keep up with the people in front of them. They were afraid of attracting attention, so they walked scattered.  Just gather at the appointed place at three o'clock, and act before school is over at half past four.  It's not yet eleven o'clock, and there is plenty of time, so Yang Luo is not in a hurry, just walking slowly.

    At this time, a street appeared in front of him. Abu pointed to the street and said excitedly: "The whole street is full of gun shops, and there are all kinds of guns. Do you want to go?"

    Yang Luo nodded: "Go!"

    Peshawar is a world dominated by Pathan, that is, Pashtun men. The Pathan people do not have the physique of Schwarzenegger, but they are very tough and aggressive by nature. The north and south of Peshawar stretch across the world.  The largest tribal area, the Pakistani government has no control over this area, and the elders of the Patan tribe have the final say.

    The Pathans have never surrendered to any dynasty, even the powerful British who made the whole of India surrender were defeated by the Pathans.

    Yang Luo walked into that street, everywhereNo matter how many scars he had, it wasn't that there were no enemies pointing guns at his head, but he had never been like today, facing Yang Luo without the slightest thought of resistance.  He knew that this feeling was dangerous, but there was always a voice in his heart telling him not to move, as long as he moved, he would suffer a fatal blow.  This feeling of powerlessness annoyed him, even when facing thousands of enemies, he had never been so powerless.

    Twenty or thirty seconds could have passed, but to Abdurexiti, it seemed as long as a century.  There were more and more beads of sweat on his face, and the clothes on his body were soaked through with sweat.

    Maihesumu Aishan's expression kept changing, and just as he opened his mouth to speak, he heard Yang Luo laugh out loud, and put down the gun in his hand: "I was just joking, I'm scared." (Remember this site  URL: www.hlnovel.com
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