From Arms Dealer To King of War

 Chapter 1572 Nothing can stop

Igor was shirtless and wearing a pair of big pants, sitting under the flagpole in the Kandahar school playground...

An irritable beagle kept biting Igor's shoes, trying to get out of this muddy place.

Igor also ignored the little beagle. He wrinkled his nose and put his chin in his hands with a bitter look on his face, looking at a large group of Aqionghan children who were forced to stand on the mud floor to do exercises...

A dozen Aqionghan boys who are probably not doing well in their studies are being punished by running laps. The teacher responsible for supervising them is very irritable. Once someone is lazy, they will be greeted by branches as thin as a finger...

 Girls were treated slightly better. They were not required to do exercises, but crowded in the classroom window to observe the legendary prince!

Igor didn’t like this look very much. When he noticed the actions of the poor Afghan girls, he took out a slingshot from behind his buttocks, picked up a stone and hit a classroom window...

 The broken glass frightened the girls inside...

 Watching the girls leave the window in panic, Igor rubbed his nose and looked at the boys doing exercises on the muddy ground, and said to Asma beside him: "This won't work...

Watching other people suffer misfortune only makes me happy for a while. I think the only way I can be happy is to shoot those crazy women back home with missiles.

You go and find a way to get them all out, otherwise I would rather stay here than go back..."

Asma looked at her little boss in annoyance, holding her chest that was feeling tight, and said: "Boss, I just collected 5 million for you. It's a bit bad for you to kick them out after taking the money..."

Rahwi said that this is the support of the entire Arab country for you and a display of stance. If you drive people away..."

After hearing this, Igor stood up and walked around in circles for a few times, and said uncomfortably: "I have collected all the money, isn't that enough?

 Why are women so troublesome? "

Asma has been tortured by the small boss for such a long time...

 After getting used to being in P·B, Asma’s horizons have also opened up.

 In fact, among the so-called little princesses in the Middle East, only a few have relatively high status, and most of the rest are just filling up.

 Some princesses and even some so-called princes, in order to please big figures like Shah Dewali, Abu Dhabi Tahnouni, and Qatar Al Thani, deliberately arranged playmates around those important princesses.

But to say it's not important is relative. The little **** Igor treats those girls as dog skin plasters that he can't get rid of, but the outside world won't see it that way...

What the outside world sees is that P·B has a very good relationship with the Arab world. What they see is that the Arab world recognizes Igor as the successor and supports what he does!

Those princesses and the people around them, Igor has nothing to do, but they will keep harassing Asma, his life assistant...

Asma has been feeling a little guilty and scared when receiving gifts for the past two days, so she had to chase Igor and ask him to deal with it.

 But seeing how Igor can’t seem to be happy just watching people go to school, I guess there’s no chance...

Just when Asma was helplessly thinking about how to go back and face those people, Princess Charlene took Jacques into the school...

Wearing a smart business attire, Charlene pulled Jacques, who looked much more mature, to Igor's side...

Looking at Igor's bitter and resentful look, Charlene squatted down with a smile, hugged the tough-headed little bastard, kissed him, and said: "If you can hide in school, why can't you go to class and sit for a while..."

Igor pushed Charlene's mouth away irritably, and said as if he were a fool: "I will be happy watching others suffer, but I will go and suffer myself. Am I no longer a fool?"

As he spoke, Igor looked at the tall and thin Jacques, rubbed his nose and said, "Jacques, your mother must be crazy!"

Jacques rolled his eyes and crooked Igor's neck, lowered his head and whispered: "You should be more honest these days. People outside now call you the 'cruel devil boy'. This is not a good reputation..."

Igor cocked his neck, showed Jacques the fading witch medicine totem on his body, and said fiercely: "Why, is there anything wrong? I look terrible!"

Jacques looked at the **** brother in front of him. He spread his hands and said, "Kino and I also think it's pretty cool, but those adults don't seem to think so...

 So I think you'd better be honest and stop thinking about the war..."

Igor said disapprovingly: "Where did I go wrong?

Those **** drove a car full of bombs into a convoy transporting food. They just wanted to starve people. "

As he spoke, Igor raised his little fist and wrinkled his nose and said fiercely: "Cobra said that the next batch of missiles will be delivered tomorrow. As soon as the missiles arrive, I will have people continue to bomb them.

 They are the ones who want people to starve, they are the ones who start the war…

 The war will not end until they surrender! "

Charlene looked at Igor. He lamented and patted the little **** on the head, then hugged Asma and walked to Kaman, who had been silent next to him...

"Igor can't be allowed to act like this. You have to control him. You are the only one who can make him obedient now."

Kaman stuffed some tobacco into a wooden pipe in his hand, lit it and took a puff, then looked at Charlene and said: "Igor is fighting for you..."

Speaking, Old Kaman looked at Igor with a smile in his dim eyes and said: "Why stop, Igor is doing the right thing!

The Balochistan Liberation Army tried to block the transportation channel, and this channel is related to whether tens of millions of people can obtain sufficient food...

 Shouldn’t they die? "Charlene was choked for a moment, she shook her head and said: "Igor is the heir of P·B, but do you know what people outside call him now?

 Cruel Demon Boy, do you think this is the title that an heir should have? "

Carman glanced at Charlene, waved his hands indifferently and said: "The violence of the loser is cruelty, and violence against the wrong target is cruelty...

  For victors and kings, it is only necessary ruthlessness! "

Charlene looked at Kaman with a stern tone in her eyes with horror, and said in disbelief: "Do you think Jackal wants his son to become a cold person?"

Kaman shook his head slightly and said: "We have different understandings of coldness...

 Igor is a lion. He is only 5 years old, but he takes it as his own responsibility to solve hunger.

 He is trying to protect everyone on his turf!

Someone tried to stop him, and then he chose to fight. What was his fault?

The lions of Afica snap hyenas' necks and mark their territory with the wails and corpses of invaders.

 You can understand this as Afika's version of cruelty, but this is just a method or even a habit, not the ruthlessness or inhumanity that your civilized world considers. "

As he spoke, Kaman looked at Igor, who was in a much better mood because of Jacques' arrival. He smiled and said: "Maybe it's because he has so many emotions, so when the people he wants to protect encounter problems, he Only then will he act particularly irritable.

Igor is just like his father, they are both born kings! "

Charlene was stunned by Old Carman's theory. She said helplessly: "But this is a bit too cruel for a child...

 Igor should not be under such pressure! "

 Old Kaman suddenly laughed a few times after hearing this...

“What you call pressure is only for sheep.

 Lions don’t feel stressed, and neither do other carnivores…”

As he spoke, Old Carman looked at the handsome Jacques, shook his head with a smile and said: "Madam, if you keep thinking like this, if Jacques stays with you for a long time, he might turn into a sheep!

 Nature is cruel!

 You are a sheep. Not only can you not protect the people you want to protect, you will also be eaten!

Kindness without the support of violence is meaningless! "

 Charlene was not very adaptable to Old Kaman’s grassland theory. She shook her head and said, “But if you allow Igor to unleash violence, it will bring a lot of trouble to the jackals.

The things he needs to face in Odsa are very complicated. Should we not cause him any trouble at this time? "

Carman was stunned for a moment, shook his head seriously and said: "No..."

 Charlene said in surprise: "Why not?"

 Carman said with unprecedented seriousness: “Because it is the responsibility of adult lions to protect cubs!

 There is nothing more important than ensuring Igor’s growth!

What all of us need to do is not to stop Igor and make him think that he has done something wrong, but to support him, even if it costs some money..."

As he spoke, Kaman looked at Charlene who was choked and didn't speak. His expression softened and he said: "Madam, if our boss really encounters trouble that cannot be solved, he will call me!

Before the boss gave an order to stop Igor, everything he did was right, and the orders he issued would definitely be carried out...

No one can stop him except the boss! "

Charlene looked at Carman’s determined expression, and she lamented...

Then he turned in the direction of Jacques and watched Jacques put his hands on Igor's shoulders and play bull-butting with him, with a bright smile on his face...

The princess, whose experience is considered legendary, suddenly shook her head and laughed, saying: "That's right, we shouldn't stop them from doing the right thing...

ˆ If you deviate from the ‘right track’, no matter what you gain, you will have to pay the price in the end. "

Kaman nodded slightly. Just when he was about to say something, Asma suddenly held up his mobile phone and said, "Mr. Qiao Liang is back, and there are people from Iran with him..."

 Charlene was stunned for a moment and said curiously: "What are the Iranians doing here?"

  ………

 “Of course I’m going to show my support!”

Jojia put his arm around Nice's shoulders, sat next to the rooftop swimming pool of the Sisi Hotel, and said with a smile: "Fathers always have to wipe their son's butt..."

 (End of this chapter)