Tabor is an Iraqi, when the war broke out, he was just a sophomore, after the war began, his life changed completely, originally Iraqi education and medical care were free, so to speak, Iraqis from birth, destined not to worry about hunger and sickness, but they were influenced by Western democratic ideas, felt that Saddam was a dictatorship So when the U.S. military entered Iraq, they supported it, but a few years later, when Iraq was beaten to the ruins and all the previous benefits were gone, they suddenly woke up and regretted it.

Under Saddam's dictatorship, their lives were free of charge with medical care and education, social stability, and the people lived and worked in peace and contentment.

Iraq under Western democracy, hunger, cold, death, life has been set back for decades, and everyone is struggling with how to survive. Medical care and other social benefits are already dreams for them, and being alive is already the greatest luxury, and they used to have it so uncherished, and only after losing it did they realize that the so-called liberal democracy is a demon in human skin, which opened Pandora's box and left the disaster in Iraq, while a large amount of low-cost oil entered the United States and supported the luxurious life of the American people.

In order to survive, he joined an organization in the Middle East, although he was brainwashed every day, but in the dead of night, when he thought of his dead family, Iraq in ruins, and the prosperous and stable Iraq before the war, he would quietly cry.

For more than ten years, Tabor seems to be a fanatical advocate of the organization on the surface, but as a person who has been highly educated, he still maintains a trace of clarity in his heart, and often dreams of escaping all this, going to a stable place to live an ordinary life, and then get married and have children, like a normal person.

But he was powerless to escape, and even if he did, he would not be able to live, because he would not do anything but kill people now, unless he had a large sum of money to support his living expenses for the rest of his life.

There are more than a dozen people mixed in the organization, Tabor is already a middle-level cadre, this time he followed Abraham to Africa, he thought about getting some diamonds, he is almost forty years old, he should plan for the future, he wants to get married, have children, have his own offspring, and escape from the organization, all of which need money.

It's a pity that after coming to Liberty City, he realized that his idea was too simple, diamonds were not so easy to manage, and money was even more difficult, so he found an excuse on this day, and came to the mercenary bar alone, and now only this bar is still open, and all the other bars are closed.

Sitting in the corner, Taber slowly drank his wine, thinking about his own business, but suddenly the chatter of several people next to him caught his attention.

"Did you hear that? somebody paid a million dollars for Abraham's place, tsk, that's a million, if I knew it, I would have sold it immediately, and I would have left this hellish place with the money and found a quiet little European country and lived a quiet life, and I didn't have to sell my life anymore. ”

"You dream, Stanford, Abraham, I only know the name, but I've never seen a real person, it's a big man, and I bet there are no more than five people in Liberty City who know he's hiding there. ”

"If everybody knew about it, it wouldn't be worth a million dollars. ”

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"A million dollars?" Tarber muttered in his heart, faintly moved, he silently calculated, if there is a little money left, a thousand dollars a month, only 12,000 dollars a year, plus the cost of a house and a car, by the way, and health insurance, a million dollars may allow him to live a carefree life for twenty or thirty years.

"If you get married and have children, the time will be shortened, but in general, ten years should be enough. Tabor thought to himself, but instead of going over to ask, he quietly left the bar after drinking.

Abraham is the number two person in the organization, and he is also the god of wealth in the group, very cunning and very cruel, once there is an accident, the organization will never let go of the betrayer, so although Tarber is a little moved, but the huge fear makes him dare not take action.

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Wang Hao gave Liu Jianshe the million US dollars he got from Alice, but unfortunately the news has been scattered for three days, and there is still no gain, he is getting more and more anxious, and he can't wait to turn Liberty City upside down, but unfortunately the situation here is not transferred by his will at all, and there are skirmishes between the ** army and the rebels every day, and no one on either side can help anyone.

The anxious Wang Hao carried Liu Jianshe on his back and took Ning Yong to the rebel-controlled area to look for Abraham, but when he passed through the middle ground, he was strafed by the opponent's rebellion, and was shot in the arm, almost fractured, but fortunately it was a penetrating wound, and the bullet passed through, and at the critical moment, thanks to Ning Yong who carried him back, otherwise he would have hung up at that time.

After Liu Jianshe knew about this, he only persuaded a few words, while Ouyang Rujing was angry: "Wang Hao, before you take the risk, please think about yourself as a father...... "Come on, Ouyang Rujing said a lot, the two have known each other for so long, and this is the one she talks the most."

Wang Hao didn't say a word, how uncomfortable he felt in his heart, how tormented, only he knew that Li Jie was a name for others, even if he died, it was just a sigh at most, but for him, it was the heart, liver, and lungs, if an accident really happened, it would be equivalent to cutting off his heart, liver and lungs, and this pain could not be spoken.

"Li Jie, you must not have an accident. He begged all the immortals he knew, hoping to bless Li Jie to turn danger into safety and turn evil into good fortune.

After being scolded by Ouyang Rujing, Wang Hao silently walked to the balcony and asked Liu Jianshe for a cigarette to light it, since he lost his memory, he no longer smoked, but now he wanted to smoke very much.

He hadn't shaved for a long time, his beard was unshaven, his hair was like a bird's nest, his brows were tightly locked, his expression was tired, he smoked silently, desperately enduring the torment and pain in his heart.

"Wang Hao, no matter how anxious you are, you can only ensure that you are alive before you have the opportunity to see the person you want to see again. Liu Jianshe glanced at Wang Hao and said.

Wang Hao didn't say anything, he understood the reason, but when he really encountered something in person, the words of comfort were too light, and the heart-rending pain was only clear to him.

"Maybe you should practice marksmanship, I can teach you, now is the best training ground, if you can get out of this war alive, you can't say that you can live in Africa with a gun, but at least you have the ability to defend yourself. Liu Jianshe said: "Street fighting has always been the most brutal battle!"

Wang Hao smoked a cigarette and still did not speak, neither objecting nor agreeing.

"You need to find something to do, practicing marksmanship is good for you, if you meet Li Jie one day, if you have good marksmanship and rich combat experience, will you have more chances to rescue her? Stay in the house for a day is waiting, go out to practice marksmanship for a day, what do you say?" Liu Jianshe suggested again.

"Finding Abraham is a matter of luck. He added a few seconds later.

Wang Hao finished the cigarette, threw the cigarette butt on the ground, stepped on it with his foot, and then nodded, saying, "Well, I practice guns!"