Sander, who had entered a calm state of returning to the basics and seeing death as home, asked the last question:

"Mr. Gu, when you were having dinner just now, you said that this was your own amateur research? It is not the official result of your country's social science research institute?

Don't get me wrong, I just want to confirm for General Hussein whether he can guarantee his original fame and prestige if he gets this achievement. After all, this is not a trivial matter, and if this academic achievement is exposed in the future, others will already know about it, then the general's international prestige will be damaged!"

This is a very reasonable request, after all, if he does not make it clear, General Hussein will leave the risk of being accused of being a "gunman". That's the same as academic fraud and plagiarism in later generations, but it's not beautiful.

Therefore, Gu Biao couldn't refuse this question, so he answered positively: "I can guarantee that I have not disclosed this research experience to any forces before. ”

Ishminaya also translated the sentence for him one last time.

"Yes—then die!" The moment he finished listening to the translation, Major Sander suddenly took out a cigarette case and raised his hand to aim at Gu Biao.

This change was too sudden, and Luo Yongxin, who had always felt that the atmosphere was a little wrong at the door, also pulled out his gun and turned around almost instantly.

"Whoosh~Bang~"

One is silenced, the other is blazing, and the two gunshots are strangely intertwined.

And the Iraqi guards were still in a state of confusion.

Major Sander was shot three times in a row, in his right arm, left shoulder, and even in one leg. The agent's firearm, disguised as a cigarette case, slipped to the ground, leaving no chance to fire a second shot.

Luo Yongxin and Liu Zhuangfei rushed over and twisted all his limbs, even at the cost of breaking them, and completely controlled him.

"How could it be...... In this way, these two thin men, how can they react so quickly......" Major Sander fainted with unwillingness.

After all, he underestimated those two rustic Chinese bodyguards.

He worked as a mole for 7 years and had been lurking since before the Fourth Middle East War. He was also tasked with continuing to spy on the follow-up of Iraq's nuclear weapons programme and to provide information on the attacks.

However, in order to kill Gu Biao, a threat more serious than nuclear weapons, exposing his identity, his own life, and even the follow-up spy on the nuclear program are no longer important.

It's a pity that I lost so much, but it was still not completed, and it was finally destroyed by the stunned young girl.

"Call the doctor, are you stupid?" Gu Biao helped Isminaya cover the wound on her stomach and screamed frantically. Unfortunately, because the interpreter was shot, the guard at the door had no idea what he was talking about.

Gu Biao punched the other party twice before teaching him to call first aid with body language.

"Comrade Xiao Gu, don't worry - the bullet has pierced out, help her press and stop the bleeding first. It should be the kind of spy gun that has no rifling and is used at close range, so the cavity killing effect is much weaker, and it is just a hole. Thanks to Mina-san, who is so thin and has a thin waist, the bullet passed through at once. Change to a slightly fatter one, and maybe it will be over when you twist your spine. Luo Yongxin helped cover the wound, and at the same time picked up the warhead to observe it, and comforted Gu Biao.

"Okay, okay, then good, I'll do it. Medical City is right next door and should be soon. Gu Biao finally calmed down.

……

A few hours later, Abbas Palace, the office of General Hussein.

The 24K pure gold telephone rang suddenly, and the general waited for three rings before picking it up slowly.

Barzan's hurried voice came from the phone: "Big brother! The Armament Department has just pulled out a mole! It is a technical officer and major rank who has access to high-level secrets! It is said that he has been lurking for seven years, and before he was transferred to the Armament Department, he also lurked in other departments for a few years, with the aim of mastering our nuclear intelligence!"

General Hussein's eyebrows were raised: "How did you do it? You can let a traitor get into such a high position? Now? Dead or captured alive? You have to torture as many things as possible! Also, how did you find out?"

"He's alive – we've woken him up and tortured him with all kinds of drugs. It was his improvised decision today to take the risk of assassinating a foreign negotiator on the sale of equipment. General Barzan said.

"Assassinate a foreign salesman? What are you kidding! How can a salesman's life be worth like this!" General Hussein asked subconsciously.

Because he couldn't think of any other foreign salesman's life that could be so valuable.

His first instinct was to think that the Jews wanted to assassinate Jacques Chirac's envoy in France, if they really wanted to sell the atomic bomb to Iraq.

However, even if you kill an envoy, you can't stop anything.

While General Hussein was thinking about it, General Barzan finally revealed the mystery: "No, it's just a visitor from the East, and at my inspection luncheon, I casually chatted with him about some humanities topics such as history and archaeology. He said that based on his archaeological research, he was able to prove some geoanthropological results.

At that time, I thought he was bragging, so I asked some professors from the University of Baghdad to argue about it. While I was waiting, Colonel Abdullah's adjutant suggested, saying that my time was too precious and that he wanted to help me with a preliminary interrogation in advance. At the time, I didn't think much about it and agreed-

Who knew that the mole just wanted to confirm whether what the foreign scholar said was true. In the end, it was confirmed that the result was only in the man's mind, and no one else knew about it, and that killing him would kill him. He took the risk and gave up the nuclear program for the sake of assassination, because there were only a few minutes left before the arrival of the professors from the University of Baghdad, and he had to seize the time gap to extinguish it, and he did not have time to make careful arrangements or send information and instructions to the country. ”

General Hussein was really shocked.

He has always had little respect for the so-called expert think tanks in social science research, and he thinks that they are just spicy chickens that sell their mouths.

He's a military politician, and he killed with a gun. At most, scientists engaged in military scientific research are useful, and liberal arts professors are completely useless.

But he has been intriguing with the enemy for half his life, and he still admires the enemy's vision and ability - otherwise, in the fourth Middle East war six years ago, he would not have been severely damaged by two armored divisions and lost more than 80 T-62 tanks.

Now that I suddenly heard that a precious mole that had been lurking for many years would rather pay for his own life in order to kill a liberal arts scholar, and even dropped the follow-up mission of the spy nuclear program, how much more valuable is the wisdom in the mind of this scholar?

It is not an exaggeration to say that "there are a million soldiers in the chest", right?

It is estimated that President Carter's top White House think tanks are not comparable.

"Where's that foreigner? Protect it immediately, I'll interrogate it myself." "General Hussein ordered with an unquestionable prestige.

"Currently in Medical City. ”

"Hurt?" Hussein's heart tightened, and his voice immediately roared sixteen degrees.

Barzan hurriedly explained: "No, no, no, it was his female translator who was injured. However, it is not life-threatening, and the best doctor has been called in, and it can be cured by partial bowel resection. ”

"That's good, let your guards keep an eye on it, and I'll be right there. General Hussein hung up.