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Afghanistan's food is heavy on oil and tastes sour, spicy, and fragrant. The more local specialty is a kind of naan. When you take a bite, you can see the shiny lamb and peas inside, and it is served with fresh fruits and vegetables mixed with a unique sauce. After the dishes were cooked, Zhang Ming's tense nerves finally relaxed for a moment.

The owner of the restaurant is an elderly local. He wears a small round hat with a pattern, puts his right hand on his heart, performs a traditional etiquette, and hands over a cup of tea.

Zhang Ming thanked him, took a sip of tea, and turned to Abu: "What do you think of this plan?"

"Isn't that too hasty?" Abu said: "According to your words, the other party is an armed organization of about 50 people, in a cave that is easy to defend and difficult to attack. If your plan is just to take advantage of them while they are purchasing. They put drugs in their food... I don't agree with this practice. You will get nothing except arousing their vigilance."

Zhang Ming nodded and said: "Of course I won't use a pack of laxatives to bring down an armed organization. This is just one of the steps."

Abu nodded, but he did not ask what the actual plan was behind this step.

In his line of work, it depends on how much money the employer pays, and then you do the corresponding work. Knowing too much is not good, and it makes a group of murderous guys embarrassed... It sounds like fun.

"I'll join, but I have a condition." Abu said.

"What conditions?"

Abu showed a meaningful smile: "After you succeed, you have to tell me carefully. They look like they are jumping up and down with anger."

Zhang Ming picked up the teapot and helped Abu fill it with tea.

"No problem, I'll videotape you."

Abu said: "Okay, tell me what you need me to do."

The old-fashioned light bulb was covered with a layer of grease, making the light even more dim. Several mosquitoes kept hitting the light bulb, and some of them hit it too hard and stuck directly to the light bulb, eventually being burned to death.

Before he died, the mosquito's compound eyes reflected the laughing faces of Zhang Ming and Abu from time to time.

three days later.

A Ford pickup truck dragged a long stretch of yellow sand to the town. As soon as the truck stopped, several windows were opened. Many girls in too simple clothes waved their handkerchiefs and called to a few men who jumped out of the pickup truck. name.

They really love these men so much that it shouldn't be too easy to make money from them.

Although they don't give much, but judging from the overall "hourly wage", the girls' worth has doubled several times.

The three men got out of the car. They didn't do anything serious. They were already impatient. They hugged each other and entered a small room.

Five minutes later, they arranged their clothes, and the three of them smiled at each other and regarded themselves as confidants.

Zhang Ming sat in the corner of the teahouse and sent a message: "The prey is coming."

After a while, Abu sent back a message: "Received, the bait is ready."

Three men drove a pickup truck to the supermarket, knocked on the table, and loudly announced the shopping list: flour, rice, beans, a large amount of canned meat, and toilet paper.

The shopkeeper pulled out the things he had prepared long ago. After confirming them one by one, the three gangsters nodded, paid the money and left.

At this point, the plan was basically half successful. At this moment, the middle-aged shop owner suddenly stopped them, pointed at the money and goods, and shouted angrily.

"What is he saying?"

Zhang Ming couldn't understand and had to dial Abu's number.

Abu was hiding in the store and listened for a while and said: "The store owner was saying that the money they gave was wrong. It was a lot less. They should have spent the money on the woman just now."

The shop owner's voice immediately angered the gangsters from the Ten Rings Gang.

For this group of gangsters, when I buy things from you and give you money, I am giving you face because I think you are still useful to us!

If I don’t give it to you, what can you do?

One of them picked up a gun, bang bang bang, fired several shots into the sky, and the bullets fell to the ground with clatter, the threat was self-evident.

The store manager was also grumpy and unceremoniously took out a shotgun from under the counter, and the atmosphere was frozen for a moment.

"Zhang Ming, what should I do?"

Abu clenched his gun. The three gangsters hadn't noticed him yet. If he was more careful, he could kill these three bastards before they were discovered.

Zhang Ming said: "The three of them cannot die. We must find a way to make them leave quickly."

Zhang Ming walked out of the teahouse and sat down on a bench next to the supermarket. The hand hidden in his pocket clenched the gun.

His decision would put Abu in danger, so as long as there were gunshots inside, Zhang Ming would start editing, then rush in immediately and beat the three gangsters to death.

Abu has saved Zhang Ming's life many times. He is a reliable friend. No matter how important the mission is, it is not as important as the life of his friend.

In the supermarket, Abu put down his gun, resisted the urge to shoot, and walked from the warehouse to the supermarket front desk.He deliberately did not step lightly, and the shop owner and the three gangsters at the front desk heard.

"stop."

Abu raised his hands to show that he had no weapons. He shouted: "I don't have a gun, I am his cousin."

This "him" refers to the supermarket manager.

Abu walked up to the store manager and whispered in his ear: "Put down the gun and I'll give you three times the money." Then he grabbed three cigarettes and gave one to each of the three gangsters. He kept whispering: "I'm sorry, please put it down." I'm sorry for passing us."

The three gangsters did not put down their guns, but looked at each other and asked their partners for their opinions. They claimed to be "holy warriors" and the "spokesmen" of gods in the world.

Logically speaking, those who disobey orders like the store manager should be executed on the spot, but they still need to stay in this ghost place for a while. If they kill the store manager, they will have to go further to make purchases.

The silence of thinking made the atmosphere inside and outside the store tense. Zhang Ming clenched his pistol, ready to start editing at any time.

At this moment, one of the gangsters finally lowered his gun, pushed the shop owner, warned him to be careful, then patted the two partners on the shoulders, and the three drove away from the town.

Zhang Ming and Abu returned to the restaurant and poured two full glasses of beer to celebrate the success of their plan in advance.

Abu took a big sip of wine: "What are you going to do next?"

"wait."

The pickup truck crossed the desert and returned to the base of the Ten Rings Gang after a few hours of boring driving.

Boxes of goods were unloaded, food was pulled to the kitchen, some snacks were distributed in the order of the leader and team leader, and daily necessities were provided to everyone.

I was busy working like this until night, with smoke rising from the base.

These rough guys are not good at cooking. The only thing they can do is to hold a pot and throw various ingredients into it to ensure that no one will die.The tampered food was mixed in, cut into pieces, thrown into the pot, and finally served on a plate to everyone.

Some of the tampered food was carefully prepared by Zhang Ming and Abu.

It won’t kill you, but not only that, it’s also very good for your body. It can promote digestion, cleanse the intestines and detoxify. The only side effect is that you have to go to the bathroom more often.

Next is the protagonist of this plan: toilet paper.

These toilet papers obviously took the most time. He smeared each layer of paper with a plant juice.

This is recommended by Abu. In his hometown, this is a seasoning used for cooking. It doesn't smell much, but just a little bit of it will make the food extremely spicy and increase appetite.

Zhang Ming squeezed out the juice and soaked the entire bathtub. The two of them wore gloves and masks, and applied the juice to each roll. After drying in the sun, they rolled it up again and packaged it.

In order to ensure the effect, Zhang Ming personally conducted an experiment.

Just a few more times of wiping on the arm made the whole arm ache. After washing it for more than ten times, it finally recovered. The area where it was wiped was already extremely red.

"You are definitely the reincarnation of the devil. I'm beginning to sympathize with those bastards."

Zhang Ming raised his glass and accepted Abu's compliment with a smile.

After dinner time, the gangsters relaxed, played cards, chatted, and passed the time in the way they were best at.

Zhang Ming drove to the vicinity of the base and observed their every move through the camera.

Waiting until after [-] o'clock in the night, the gangsters began to have abnormal reactions, and they ran out one by one holding their stomachs.

Although they are rough guys, they are not just living in poverty. They built toilets in a cave, a place with poor air circulation.More than 100 meters away from the temporary base, they built a simple toilet using iron sheets and wooden bars.

At first they laughed at each other, but after the first person wiped his butt with Zhang Ming's special toilet paper, no one could laugh anymore.

Almost more than half of the people did not lift up their pants and rolled on the ground. The other half were reminded by their companions and had to take off their socks or tops to solve personal problems.

But new problems have emerged.

If the problem could be solved once, it wouldn't be called a bowel cleansing. After a few times, the clothes were not enough. Some gangsters even came up with the idea of ​​​​Tony's drawings, but were kicked out by the leader who still had sense.

Tony and Dr. Ethan could clearly hear the noisy and chaotic sounds outside. The two people locked in the workshop had no idea what the gangsters were going crazy about.

Tony grabbed a boiled potato, his latest meal.The former billionaire is now reduced to living on potatoes every day. The only thing that can be considered "luxury" is the half bag of coffee he got in exchange for repairing a watch for a terrorist.

There is often a thin line between luck and misfortune. It was precisely because of the poor treatment that Tony and the others happened to not eat the food that cleansed the intestines.

"You haven't told me where you are from?" Tony asked.

Ethan said: "A small town called Comilla, which you may not have heard of, is very quiet. I like quiet places."

"Is your family there?" Tony asked.

"Of course." Ethan smiled and said, "When I leave here, I will go see them. What about you, do you have a family?"

Tony fell silent, and finally said only two words: "No."

Ethan suppressed his smile, confirmed again and asked, "No?"

Tony nodded.

“So you have everything and lose everything at the same time.”

Faced with Ethan's comment, Tony looked away, as if he was reminiscing.

Noisy footsteps outside the door interrupted his thoughts.

The chain was opened, the heavy iron door was pushed open, and dozens of terrorists walked in with guns in hand, led by a bald man with a sinister face.

He is the general person in charge of this temporary base, Raza.

"Relax."

Raza walked over and tapped the Ark reactor on Tony's chest with his finger.

"Once upon a time, bows and arrows were the pinnacle of human weapons. The great Genghis Khan relied on his cavalry to conquer all directions. His territory was twice that of Alexander the Great and four times that of the Roman Empire."

Raza walked to the workshop table and picked up the drawings. Tony clenched his fists nervously, and Ethan on the side used his eyes to signal him not to act rashly.

Raza continued: "But that was once, and now, whoever has a weapon with 'Skart Industries' printed on it can conquer the world. This person will be me soon!"

Raza walked up to Dr. Ethan, patted his shoulder gently, and led him to the stove.He pressed Ethan's hand harder and harder. Ethan was just a thin scholar, how could he compare to a terrorist, who was pinned down on the table by Raza.

Raza turned and stared at Tony and said: "I respect knowledge, so I have always respected you, giving you food, clothing and safe protection, waiting for the results in this hellish place... But now it seems that my respect has not been gained. Due reward.”

The long iron tongs picked up a burning red coal, and Raza whispered: "Open your mouth."

"No, we..."

"Lies need to be punished and their mouths opened."

"We didn't lie, we were making missiles..." Ethan explained in horror.

"Open, open, mouth!" Raza pressed Ethan's head hard, and the hot coals were about to touch Ethan's face.

"That's enough!" Tony stepped forward, trying to prevent the tragedy from happening.

The terrorists on the side immediately raised their guns, loaded the bullets, and opened the safety, ready to fire.

Faced with the threat of death, Tony remained expressionless and said calmly: "I need him."

Raza didn't speak, and the pressure settled in the silence.

"He is a good assistant and he can help me speed up the completion of the missile." Tony said.

Snap.The coals fell on the table, and Raza threw away the iron tongs. He said: "Make the missile before tomorrow, otherwise you will all die."

After saying that, Raza turned and left the workshop. As the last terrorist left, the workshop fell silent again.

A few minutes later, the sound of hammering echoed through the wilderness.

Zhang Ming, who was sitting in the car, looked at the countdown displayed on the system. He knew that there were only 7 hours left before Iron Man appeared.

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