Dominate South Asia

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Muhammad clenched his fists and slowly turned around. He saw a middle-aged American standing there with a pistol.

This is Pakistan, a country ruled by law. Except for the army and the police, ordinary people cannot own guns at all, and this American is holding a gun here!

The owner of this bar is not Pakistani, but American! Moreover, the relationship must be extraordinary! Muhammad looked at the gun pointing at him, which was three meters away from him. At this distance, it was difficult for him to grab the gun, but the American could easily pull the trigger and kill him.

But, does this American dare to shoot at him? This is Pakistan!

Muhammad sneered and pointed at his chest: "Here's my heart. If you have the guts, shoot me here!"

Mhammad said as he walked forward.

Sure enough, the boss took two steps back and kept a distance from Muhammad.

"Shoot! You don't dare to fight the Soviets, but you are showing off here!" Muhammad continued, "With your tricks, you still want to fight me. The Soviets I killed are enough for a reinforced company."

Mhammad continued to walk forward a few steps, and the boss continued to retreat until he retreated to the bar, with no way to retreat.

Mhammad's chest was against the gun, and he held the barrel with his hand and said, "Shoot."

The American in front did not move, so Muhammad snatched the gun, separated the magazine from the gun chamber, and threw it to the ground. He was full of tiger spirit.

Mhammad turned around and left the bar with the girl.

The girl held Muhammad's arm, her body still trembling a little. It was not until they left the bar that she subconsciously wanted to let go, but she had drunk too much and could not walk steadily.

"Where is your home? I'll take you home." Muhammad said.

"Here." The girl pointed to the corner of the street, where there was a mosque.

"No, it's here." The girl turned her finger again and pointed to the guesthouse where Muhammad lived.

So, Muhammad knew that the girl was indeed drunk. The beer was strong, and her eyes were so blurred that she really didn't know where her home was.

If there was no memory of the previous life, Muhammad's best way would be to give it directly to the police, but now, he knew that it was not good to do so, and Muhammad didn't have too many constraints between men and women.

He took the girl back to his place and put her on the bed. Muhammad sat on a chair beside him. He slept all day and still didn't rest. Now, lying on the chair, Muhammad fell asleep again soon.

He slept soundly until he heard a rustling sound in the bathroom. Muhammad woke up. He looked at himself and found that he was covered with a blanket. The girl on the bed had gone to the bathroom.

"Creaky." At this moment, the bathroom door opened. Muhammad turned his head and saw a naked body coming out of the bathroom with sleepy eyes.

Yes, it was naked. You can see that the curves of the body are so well-proportioned. You can see that the two flesh balls on the front chest are drooping a little, and there are water drops sliding down from them.

The wet hair was scattered. When the girl saw Muhammad in front of her staring at her through her hair, she obviously felt shy.

At this moment, Muhammad felt something under his crotch, stirring, and he quickly suppressed the desire in his heart, saying: "Are you awake?"

"Well, I took a shower and felt much better." Aisha said: "Thank you for helping me twice, I, I can repay you in any way."

The girl's intentions were revealed, and Muhammad threw the blanket he was covering over: "Put it on first, be careful not to catch a cold."

The blanket just covered the girl's chest. The girl turned it around and skillfully wrapped the blanket around her body and tied it up.

The chest was high and the buttocks were raised, which was even more seductive than before.

"Why did you go to the bar opened by Americans?" Muhammad asked. In fact, he just asked casually. Now the situation was very awkward, and he wanted to change the subject.

He has a high IQ but obviously not enough EQ. In his previous life, Muhammad was introduced by a matchmaker and married to a female officer. They always got married first and then fell in love. Moreover, he was either training or exercising, and he spent too little time with his woman.

Hearing Muhammad's words, Aisha's attractive big eyes shed tears: "I am not Pakistani. I escaped from Afghanistan. My hometown is in Kandahar. My father opened a factory and my mother taught in a middle school in Kandahar. Later, the Soviets came and the factory was destroyed in the war. My father was also injured. Later, he took me and my mother to escape here. Just after arriving here, my father went to see Allah, leaving only me and my mother. My mother fell seriously ill because she missed my father and was admitted to a hospital here."

Aisha has a unique temperament, which is definitely not possessed by ordinary illiterate Afghan civilians. She wears sexy and fashionable clothes, but she is very proud in her bones. What is revealed in her eyes is the grace and elegance that only the upper class has.

If she were an ordinary Afghan girl, she would never take a bath here with Muhammad. There is a shortage of water in Afghanistan, and some people can only take a bath a few times in their lifetime.

Of course, there may be other purposes for taking a bath here, such as tempting herself.

Aisha stood in front of Muhammad: "After coming here, I was lucky to find a job at Peshawar Radio Station and earn some salary, but these salaries still cannot cover the cost of my mother's hospitalization, so I can only do some part-time jobs. My colleagues at the radio station introduced me to these Americans. As long as I accompany them to drink, I will get tips. Who knows that these Americans want me to accompany them to bed."

Aisha's body trembled a little, and crystal tears fell drop by drop on her bare feet. She continued to say to Muhammad: "You said you killed the Soviets, you are the hero of our Afghan people, I admire heroes very much, and I really like you."

After that, Aisha gently untied the blanket, and the blanket slid to the ground, and her whole body was exposed to Muhammad again.

"At this moment, I am yours. Hold me tight, my love." Aisha said emotionally. Her two arms hooked around Muhammad's neck, and her firm chest pressed against Muhammad's chest.

Muhammad felt a surge of blood, and all his desires were released instantly.

Two strong and powerful arms hugged Aisha, and Aisha's soft body was thrown into the air and thrown onto the bed. Muhammad began to take off his clothes quickly.

"Dinglingling, dinglingling." At this moment, the phone on the table rang.

Muhammad recovered instantly. He picked up the phone, and the voice of the chief of staff came from it: "Mhammad, come to the headquarters immediately."

"Yes." Muhammad stood at attention and answered solemnly.

Putting down the phone and looking at Aisha on the bed, Muhammad said: "Aisha, it's light outside. You can rest for a while and then go to work."

"No, I want to be with you. I want to kill the Soviets and avenge my father!" Aisha said.

Muhammad shook his head and left quickly without waiting for Aisha to speak.

The cool breeze in the early morning blew on Muhammad's head, and his mind became extremely clear. This Aisha stuck to him like a piece of gummy candy. Are Afghan girls so bold and proactive?

In the headquarters, Muhammad met the serious-looking Chief of Staff Mushaaf again.

"Mhammad, your record in Afghanistan has attracted the attention of American friends. The head of the CIA in Peshawar wants to meet you and discuss providing assistance to the guerrillas. This is an opportunity." Mushaaf said.

Muhammad nodded and gave Mushaaf a grateful look.

Smart people don't need to talk too much. Asking Americans for stingers is an almost impossible request. Originally, Muhammad had no chance to communicate with Americans face to face. Now is an opportunity. He must seize this opportunity to convince the Americans to provide him with this weapon!

The weapons provided by the United States were all transferred through the CIA. With the CIA as a bridge, it means that the guerrillas led by him will be able to obtain a steady supply of weapons in the future!

Muhammad sat upright, looking straight ahead, until he heard footsteps coming from outside.

"Ball, welcome here." Mushaaf stood up and greeted him at the door.

"You are too serious here. Next time, it is better to talk in a relaxed and pleasant place." Ball outside laughed heartily: "Actually, my bar is good."

As he said that, Ball walked in and saw Muhammad standing behind Mushaaf.

At the same time, Muhammad also saw Ball. Suddenly, Muhammad was surprised: "Why is it you?"

"Second Lieutenant Muhammad, do you know Mr. Ball?" Mushaaf was also very strange.

Muhammad felt embarrassed. He knew him. He knew him last night. At that time, the American in front of him was holding a pistol, and he pressed his chest against the other party's pistol, forced the other party to the bar counter, snatched the gun, and then disassembled the magazine and threw it away, and walked away.

How could the owner of this bar, who condoned the Americans' wrongdoings, be the head of the American CIA in Peshawar?

That's right, only the head of the CIA dared to carry weapons in Peshawar and dared to take them out. Pakistan now has the confidence to fight against the Soviets only because the Americans are at its back.

Oops, I offended this guy. It seems that it will be even more difficult to get weapons from him.