Chapter 462 of the main text volume, Babylon Warwick

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The little thin man's famous work 'Adnan' is also a name that often appears in the game, a native of Baghdad, and a 'library industry' of the Tourism Bureau, which translates to Zhao Yun's 'deputy section-level clerk'. ∈♀

When he entered the tourism bureau, Su Ming also bribed the two soldiers at the door with 10,000 dinars, Adnan was respectful in front of their leaders, but he was arrogant in front of the two soldiers, and when he saw Adnan, the two soldiers suddenly had a very flattering smile on their faces, and brought two small flags over.

Adnan knew simple Chinese, and asked Su Ming to put small flags on the car window wherever they went in the future, so that the local government army would not look for trouble.

Once again, I got into a yellow cab without air conditioning and arrived at my accommodation in Baghdad: the five-star Hotel Babylon Warwick.

The whole hotel is resplendent and very different from the surrounding buildings, and if you ignore the surrounding buildings, it will feel like you are in Dubai or Las Vegas. According to Adnan's introduction, the overall security level of Babylon Warwick is very high, not only equipped with local police force, but also hired internationally renowned security company guards, this group of security guards is actually mercenaries, equipment and tactical literacy is very high, than the United Nations peacekeeping forces are not worse, and once the fire, except for the employer, no one will give face, combat effectiveness is quite scary, so most of the rich outsiders who come to Baghdad live here.

Inside and outside the hotel, one step away, it is like two worlds, just stepped into the hotel, from the war-torn battlefield, to the upper class civilization.

The hotel fee is sky-high in the local area, about 1,000 Huaxia yuan per day for a standard room, but in a place like Iraq, there can be security, perfect life services, and even two swimming pools, Su Ming thinks it is quite cheap. He and Zhao Yun are not used to sleeping in one room with a man, and they have booked three rooms before, but due to Adnan's joining, another one has been added temporarily.

When he got the bronzing room card, the slightly proud look on Adnan's face along the way disappeared suddenly, and he hurriedly waved his hand, flattered: "Sir...... It's just too extravagant...... I...... I was able to ...... in the small hostel opposite."

"Alright Adnan, I don't want to open my eyes the next day and find you blown up into a corpse...... Or ......" Su Ming smiled: "It was burned into a charcoal." ”

Adnan heard that this was a scene on the plane before the mockery, and instead of being ashamed, he grinned: "In order to preserve the glory of Allah, faithful believers are never afraid to fight against infidels!" I have to say, you Orientals are really generous, I have brought many tourists from other countries before, but this is the first time I have had the opportunity to live in Babylonville. ”

"Let the waiter bring us our gifts, and take us to the zoo early tomorrow morning." Su Ming took out a can of royal jelly from his travel bag and said to Adnan, "But before that, Adnan, you can show me around this hotel, there should be some animals here." ”

"Of course! This is our specialty, and in every slightly classy hotel, there will be some beasts and rare birds. But Mr. Su, you don't want to buy them, do you? Oh, that's a sky-high price, like an adult tiger, if you go to the private zoo that I introduced, I can help you bargain for about $3,000, and in a hotel, maybe $70,000 or eighty. ”

Of course, Su Ming didn't want to buy animals in the hotel. The three energy storage balls he has in reserve have a turtle shell magic used on the plane, in a place like Iraq, you may encounter danger at any time, one more ball, one more safety at a critical moment, he wants to choose a more practical function among the animals in the hotel, and re-store it full.

"Come with me, yes sir, as far as I know, this hotel has a very interesting group of platypus."

……

In his detention cell at Baghdad International Airport, Basel is held in a large cage with several heavily armed police and soldiers outside the bar. In addition to this, there is an old man.

The old man's beard was white, and his face was covered with deep wrinkles, he nodded to one of the soldiers at the head and handed over a cloth bag: "Thank you very much for taking care of you." ”

The soldier took the cloth bag and opened it, and it was full of stacks of very old small denomination dinars, and after he counted the numbers, he said in a deep voice: "Okay, he can go." ”

After a simple formality, the military police opened the cage, and the old man beckoned two young men who had come with him, and carried the wounded Basel out of the airport and boarded a dilapidated minibus.

After flattening Basel's stretcher in the car, a young man got into the driver's seat, lit a fire, and drove off the broken minibus staggering north of Baghdad.

"My most revered high priest, my most beloved brother Alayi, offer you the blessing of the god of fire, and I know that my brothers will come to my rescue......" said Basel to the old man.

"You are so impulsive, the tribe spent half a million dinars to ransom you out! That was the money that was supposed to be used to buy spices, and without enough spices, we couldn't communicate with the god of fire at all......" said the old man with some annoyance.

Basel was a little excited, supported by one hand, stiffened his body on the stretcher, and exclaimed: "High Priest of Arayi, my brother, so you can receive the oracle of the god of fire?" ”

The old man's expression darkened slightly, and he shook his head: "No, even with the help of spices, I haven't communicated with the god of fire for decades." ”

"So what are we going to do!" Basel said: "The Islan Kingdom to the west has asked our tribe to provide them with a young labor force, in fact, they want slaves!" The Kurds in the south ask us to support them, and they will only help us if they no longer support the government army, which has always given only verbal help, and their focus has always been on the prevention of the Kurds, even more than the prevention of IS, oh, and those joint **** of 'we do not interfere in the internal affairs of other countries', damn it, do not interfere in the internal affairs of other countries, why did they run to our homeland! ”

When arguing with the little Adnan, Basel seems clumsy, but when he analyzes the surrounding situation, he is very reasonable.

"Alright, Basel, there's no point in complaining about that."

The old man Alayi clasped his hands to his chest and made a strange gesture, his tone sad and pathetic: "Could it be that the true God has abandoned our tribe, and even the last few thousand of us must compromise with the devil in exchange for a chance to survive?" ”

"No, I'd rather die in battle, I won't compromise like the devil!" Basel shook his fist hard, pulling at the wound in his stomach, and he grinned in pain.

"But the true God has not given us guidance for many years, and although I hope that this is a test of the true God for us, it is too late, and now we need God's guidance more than ever." Alayi said helplessly.

"Alayi, have you forgotten my mission to the East......" Basel said suddenly.

"The holy scriptures say that after nine thousand years, saints will come from the far east, purified in flames, immortalized in ice fountains, and lead the Zoroastrian people to defeat demons. But ......"

Alayi smiled bitterly: "Have you really found the saints?" ”

"I met a guy I can't be sure for, but he's a lot like the legend!" Alayi's eyes lit up.