The corner of Adair's eye twitched suddenly, and the fingers of his hands bounced uncontrollably. He lowered his head, eyes and hands, trying his best to control the bouncing fingers, but the hand that usually trembled when he slowly cut the enemy's throat with a saber was out of his control. It was as if his ten fingers were tied with ten silk threads and pulled back and forth,
"Are you afraid?" Adair slowly raised his hands and kept asking himself, "No, I'm a soldier, and I shouldn't be afraid even if I die, but why are you still trembling"
Zawahiri picked up a cigar in front of him, cut it with scissors, lit it with a lighter, and nodded slightly to Adair: "They are coming in, activate the self-destruct device!"
Adair's hands trembled more and more, he kept clenching his fists, and then opened them again, trying to relieve his fear, but this was of no use to him, but made him even more frightened: "General, we still have With so many brothers, taking advantage of the complex terrain in the basement, they still have the strength to fight."
Zawahiri laughed: "Have you not yet? The entire slum has been surrounded by them, and we have no chance of getting out alive. Anyway, we are going to see Allah, so let's bring some gifts to Allah."
Adair wanted to say something, but was interrupted by Zawahiri with a wave of his hand, and said coldly: "Execute the order, even if we die, we must bite off a piece of American flesh and make them feel pain."
The expression on Adair's face kept changing, death, he really never thought about it. Because he is not as fanatical about the doctrine and the so-called jihad like those brainwashed believers. But now he had to face the fact that it was death. This is a multiple-choice question that cannot be chosen. Either resist to the end and be shot to death by the Americans, or activate the self-destruct device and die together with the Americans.
Zawahiri took a sip of his cigar, and Dyer said, "Are you scared?" His voice was very soft, but when it stopped in Adair's ears, it sounded like thunder in his ears.
He knows Zawahiri very well. In the whole organization, Zawahiri is even crazier and more fanatical than ordinary believers who have been brainwashed. Otherwise, relying on Zawahiri's previous identity and status, he can completely live a luxurious life like a master, and there is no need to join the base. Perhaps Zawahiri will be afraid, but he will never give up his ideals because he is afraid of death.
? When the basement was built, Zawahiri did not leave a retreat for himself. He might have thought that there would be such a day that he would die with the US forces besieging them. Let your reputation surpass bin Laden, let your name be engraved in history forever, and you will not regret it even if you are nailed to the pillar of shame. Because Zawahiri is Zawahiri, he is unique
Adair slowly closed his eyes, then opened them suddenly, his heart seemed to be jumping out of his chest, then he took a deep breath, nodded and said: "You are right, I am afraid of death, I am really afraid of death. Before Even in the face of thousands of enemies, I have never been so afraid, because I know that no matter how many enemies there are, I can still live, but this time" Adair suddenly closed his mouth when he said this, and after a while Fifteen seconds later, he continued, "But since death has come, I will welcome him with open arms." After speaking, he walked quickly to a computer that was still working, and put his hands on the keyboard for a while. Tap, only hear a beep sound from the speaker, the screen is plunged into darkness, only a fast beating timer.
"Hahaha¡¡"
Adair laughed wildly: "From now on, let us face death together."
Zawahiri began to smoke his cigars one after another the moment the self-explosion program was activated, and his heart was not as calm as it appeared on the surface. No matter who it is, at the moment of facing death, it will not be calm. The so-called not afraid of death, no matter who it comes from, it is probably self-deception. Maybe he didn't leave a way out when he built the basement, but he thought that he might be afraid of death, so he simply blocked his way. When today comes, he can only wait for death, even if he is afraid, there is no way out.
"Boom!"
The three-inch-thick iron door of the information room flew up and hit the ground with a bang. Thick gunpowder smoke filled the entire room in an instant, and the cigar in Vahri's hand could vaguely flicker on and off.
The gunpowder smoke slowly dissipated, and the whole world suddenly became very silent, so silent that it made people panic. After about two or three minutes, there was a shout outside the door.
"You are surrounded, put down your weapons!"
"Hehehe"
Zawahiri chuckled, "Drop your weapons!"
Those terrorists threw their guns on the ground, and then four marines rushed in, and then quickly kicked the guns on the ground aside: "Hold your head in your hands, everyoneThis lunatic, hurry up and cancel the detonation system, hurry up! Then the butt of the gun hit Zawahiri's head hard, and blood flowed down Zawahiri's head. Now the major has also become crazy. Facing death, no one can deal with it calmly. .Oh, except for those Marines who are already freaking out.
Zawahiri stopped laughing: "Major, you should thank me. Because you will become a hero of the people after you die, and your name will be engraved on the monument of heroes forever. And your American government is very generous, so generous that I Jealousy. Your family will get a large pension that will last them a lifetime, so you should thank me. Right, Mr. Major.¡± After finishing speaking, he drank the red wine in his glass suddenly, ¡°My God is waving to me .¡±
"Dick"
At this moment, the number on the computer finally returned to zero, and a beep sounded from the speaker.
"No!" The major roared tearfully. (Remember the site URL: www.hlnovel.com