In the presidential palace, there was a shock at the sudden news.

Push the clock forward a bit, eight hours ago.

Obaid.

Although El Obaid is the second largest city in the North Soviet Union, its prosperity is still below that of Khartoum. Here, you rarely see foreign tourists, but more often soldiers with rifles on patrol.

The streets are not tidy, dirty, and unplanned, and from above, they are a mess and a disarray, which looks worrying.

Here, you can't find too much modern atmosphere, no high-rise buildings, no electronic advertising screens, no world-famous cars that run from time to time, and more slums.

Low bungalows are crowded together, clothes are drying on the trees in front of the door, women gather to do manual work, and many half-grown children chase the tattered soccer balls that cannot be distinguished from the original.

"How's it going, today is the last day, are you ready?" In a remote slum area, in a private house, Jace looked at the middle-aged man in front of him who was smoking fiercely, and asked with a serious face.

This middle-aged man is in his forties, with black curly hair, a white man, a thin figure, like a recluse, with a sickly whiteness.

He was dressed in a one-piece off-white overalls, stained with all sorts of oil, like a car mechanic.

At this moment, this middle-aged man named Haji was covered with sweat on his forehead, and his hand holding a cigarette was trembling, scared and nervous to the extreme.

"Mr. Jace, I'm afraid, can I quit, do I quit?" Hagee looked at Jace pleadingly.

Poor and miserable.

But Jace was unmoved, just sneered: "If you want to do it now, you can, hand over the fifty thousand dollars that you gave you earlier." ”

Haji's body trembled, and he opened his mouth like a fish starved of water, trying to breathe, but there was a feeling of suffocation.

His face grew paler.

Jace pushed the paper bag on the table in front of Haji, grabbed Haji's shoulder, and said, "Here's another fifty thousand dollars, so that your children and wife can live happily abroad." Haji, you are a rotten person, blocking Bo, Western poison, it can be said that people like you have no value at all, your wife, and your two children follow you, and there is no future at all. ”

Haji was silent, just covering his face in pain.

Jace is telling the truth, he is a rotten person, a rotten person who is dead and no one cares.

Jace continued, "But I also know that this is not what you want to see, and deep down, you still hope to do something for your wife and children to give them a better life." Well, now the opportunity is in front of you. Done as I asked, $100,000 in hand, and a new status for your wife and children in a foreign country. ”

At this point, Jace didn't try to persuade him, he believed that Haji would make a choice.

This guy is really a rotten person, even if he dies, he will only stink a piece of land, what is rare is that he loves his wife and children very much, according to the investigation, this guy rarely beats his wife.

In the patriarchal society of the Northern Soviet Union, this is too rare.

If it weren't for that, Jace wouldn't have chosen him.

Haji, who is going farther and farther on the road of destruction, no one can save him, but if he has the opportunity to give his wife and children a better life, he should know how to choose.

The air was dead silent, and only Haji saw a heavy gasp.

For a long time, Haji still greedily took the last puff of his cigarette and nodded fiercely.

Once upon a time, he had a happy family, but this happy family was buried by his own hands, and it was rare for his wife to never abandon him. He is already mired in the quagmire and can't extricate himself, but he is willing to give his wife and children a new life, even if it is to give his own life.

"Don't worry, I will keep my promise, tonight, your wife and children should have appeared in their new home in South Africa." Jace nodded in satisfaction.

An oil refinery located just outside the city.

The refinery occupies a large area and, due to its important surname, is guarded by military personnel.

The perimeter is covered with barbed wire, and every other section, there will be a lookout station with machine guns on it, and five hundred meters northeast of the refinery, there is also a regiment of soldiers stationed, which can be mobilized at any time in the event of an accident at the refinery.

It is said to be impregnable, but it is almost the same.

"Haji, what time is it, you're late, if you are late again, your salary will be deducted." At the side door of the refinery, the guard with a gun looked at Haji as he approached, and greeted him with a smile.

Haji is an electrician at an oil refinery.

There was no perfect power grid throughout the North Soviet Union, the power system was always unstable, and the work of electricians was also very heavy.

Haji replied with a wave of his hand, his smile stiffened, but the guards didn't care.

They all know that Haji is a rotten person, blocking Bo and poisoning, and has always been the object of their ridicule, and there are so many workers in the refinery, Haji is as humble as an ant.

The soldier opened the iron door and did not search Haji's toolbox, this guy is timid and afraid, an inconspicuous little person, it is enough to laugh at him if he has nothing to do, and he is afraid that he will not succeed in doing anything.

Seeing Haji leave, the two soldiers pouted.

"I heard that this guy's wife is very beautiful."

"Yes, hell, if it were me, I would have divorced him a long time ago, hmph, in Chinese words, let flowers be planted in cow dung."

"Haha, you're right. You can do it, who gave you this, you can say it in Chinese, teach me. ”

The two soldiers talked, not paying attention to how hard the fingers of the departing Haji were holding the toolbox.

Familiar with the way to the staff lounge, came to his locker, opened, looked at the brown and yellow squares in the depths of the cabinet, Haji swallowed, looked around, saw that there was no one, and then put all the things into the mezzanine of his toolbox.

Thousands of workers leave the factory at six o'clock in the evening, when thousands of workers leave the factory and rush back to Obayd to enjoy a sumptuous dinner with their families.

But it is clear that Haji will not be able to enjoy it today.

He hid in the power distribution room and waited quietly.

Refineries rarely work overtime, and after work, there are few people in the factory except for the soldiers on patrol.

In the past half a month, Haji has been secretly bringing a piece of C4 every day according to Jace's instructions, some hidden in the factory, some hidden in his locker, and now he has secretly brought in about three kilograms.

And today, in the dark compartment of the toolbox, the thunder officer and connecting wires necessary for detonating explosives have been brought in.

Time passed minute by minute, and the refinery did not have too strict staff management, after all, there were thousands of employees, and the plant area was so large that it could not be managed at all.

So no one knew that Haji didn't get off work.

As it approached seven o'clock, Haji acted, like a ghost in the night.

He has worked here for several years, and is an electrician, often overhauling wires, so he is too familiar with the entire factory area, and he has a good relationship with the guards, and he can also get a rough idea of the basic patrol routes of the guards.

Ten minutes later, Haji arrived at the reserved location, next to a tank full of crude oil.

A row of ten large raw material tanks stored tens of thousands of tons of crude oil.

That's all about ten big bombs, so to speak.

Taking a deep breath, Haji opened his toolbox and backpack and took out a piece of C4.

Haji's hands trembled a little, and he nervously looked around to see if any guards were passing by.

But the work continued, and as an electrician and trained by Jace, the connection work went smoothly.

A flashlight swept violently, accompanied by a shout.

It's been discovered!

Haji's face grew paler in the light, and he involuntarily narrowed his eyes as he looked at the silhouette of the approaching figure.

Close your eyes slowly.

It doesn't matter whether it is found or not, making sure that the news does not leak is a suicide plan.

"Nafiri, I hope my death is worth it, I'm afraid it's the only thing I can do for you."

With a sentence in his heart, his finger had already pressed the detonator.

Rumble!

The orange-red light spread, and the earth-shattering explosion shook the earth.

The canister twisted and creaked in the explosion, and even larger flames rose into the sky.

In the darkness of the night, the whole of Obaid was illuminated as if it were day.

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