"Omaha, Omaha~ My child!" Omaha's grandfather, Ben, kept slapping him in the face, trying to wake him up from his trance.

Nearly a week has passed since he was rescued from a prison van at Lake Island Prison.

During this time, Omaha's consciousness was intermittent.

Ben believes that they used a bomb to blow up the prisoner car in the process of rescuing Omaha, which is why it caused great trauma to Omaha's brain.

If that's the case, this grandson of his own is considered to be scrapped.

When it comes to the treatment of scrapped Taliban fighters, they prefer to end their lives with their own hands rather than let them live in the world like an idiot.

Looking at Omaha's appearance, Ben was very helpless, and finally took on a major task, taking his only two relatives, Omaha and Yuquiliri, to the United States, but the mission has not yet been implemented, and Omaha should not be abandoned so easily. Ben felt that he had to make a final effort no matter what he had to do before he could finish off Omaha himself.

With a "snap", Ben slapped Omaha in the face mercilessly, "My child, you have to cheer up, you are a warrior of Allah, and you carry the name of the bin Laden family on your back." ”

The "snap" was followed by another sound, and Ben continued to slap mercilessly, and then pressed Omaha into the bucket fiercely.

Omaha, who was still in a trance, suddenly struggled violently.

Ben didn't let go immediately, he still pressed Omaha, a smile appeared on his face, and said, "This is like words, this is like words, this is the warrior of the bin Laden family." ”

As soon as he let go of his hand, Omaha Awad straightened up. His eyes widened, his mouth wide open, and he breathed in the air heavily. It was as if he hadn't breathed in his life.

"Take it easy, take it easy, my kid. You're free now! Ben threw a towel over Omaha's head, "Go take a shower and change your clothes, we have big plans to talk about." Euquiliri, take your brother to the bathroom. ”

Euquilili ran over. He took Omaha by the hand.

Omaha, who still looked terrified, stared at Yuquelliri for a long time, and his eyes finally softened, and then, he hugged Yuquerili, and suddenly burst into tears.

Thinking of what happened to him in the prison on Lake Island, the more he cried, the more sad he became, and the more he cried, the more sad he became.

Until finally, Ben walked up and slapped him so hard that he came later.

Omaha stopped crying.

"Allah's warriors will not be so weak that they will only cry. If there is any resentment, wash them all away in the way of Allah. ”

Ben grabbed Omaha's shoulders and stared into Omaha's eyes. As if to see through him.

The pity and sadness in those tear-filled eyes gradually turned into determination, anger, and madness under Ben's gaze.

In the way of Allah!

Half an hour later, I changed my clothes. Omaha, who had changed his decadent appearance, walked down the stairs.

Ben glanced at him, and he pulled the SF trigger of the U.S. military-standard MP5 in his hand, and then threw the MP5 to Omaha. "Try this thing, although it is not as powerful as the AK47, but it is much more stable than the AK47."

Omaha was stunned for a moment, and then looked down at the MP5 in his hand, they had already lost the activity funds, but on the table in front of him, there were all kinds of standard equipment. In addition to MP5, there are also grenades and body armor.

Ben untied his clothes and tied a row of bombs that had been made to his body, and even with the standard equipment, Ben would not abandon the glory of Allah, for which he was still willing to wash with his life and blood.

"Get familiar with these weapons, and tonight, we'll drive to Atlanta."

……

"Huh? I see, Sarah. But it really doesn't work. I don't have time. James Cameron's "Titanic" is about to start filming, and by then, I may have to postpone even going to school to report. If you want to go to the concert of the German boxing champion, you really can't go. Not to mention the guest singers, I'm afraid I won't even be able to be a live audience. I'm really sorry. Say hello to Mr. Bocelli for me! "Youth Musical" has just finished filming, and I am going to go back to New York first. By the way, you weren't invited to the Atlanta Olympics? Didn't you? It's a shame. Hmm~ Okay. In November, I'll take a look at the situation and try to find time as much as I can. That's it! Jerry hung up the phone, his hands on his head.

The bathroom door opened, and Jessica, dressed in a bathrobe, walked in with her long wet hair.

Jerry turned his head and looked at Jessica as the beauty came out of the bath, the corners of his mouth hooked, and he smiled and patted the bed.

Jessica responded with a sweet smile and sat down on the edge of his bed, looking at him with sparkling eyes, "Wipe my hair!" ”

Jerry took the towel and stood up, then took Jessica's hair and wiped it gently. He wiped it and said again, "Is the summer vacation arranged for the Atlantic Theater Academy?" ”

"Hmm~" Jessica stretched out her finger and slowly drew circles on Jerry's body, "Or, I change schools?" ”

"How could any other school want you?" Jerry sucked and stabbed her.

Jessica flattened her mouth, her grades were indeed not good, and the Atlantic Theater Academy was already the best choice.

"Are you really going back to Japan?"

"It's not decided yet!" Jerry hooked Jessica around the neck with a towel, brought her to him, and kissed her, "There's still a year to go, and no one knows what the future holds?" ”

"Don't you still predict the future?"

"Don't you believe this?" Jerry asked with a smile.

The bathrobe, under his wanton play, had drooped to the side.

"It always feels like Mom and Dad told you something that day. Are you really not going to tell me? Jessica hugged Jerry's waist and rested her head on his chest.

"You always know when you really need to know. Isn't it nice to be like this now? We're still together, and Mark and Catherine aren't against it. ”

"However, I am really worried when I see you like this. You are all the people I love the most! Jessica held her head up and looked at Jerry's smooth chin.

Jerry grabbed her hard in his arms, then hugged her tightly, a faint fragrance between his noses.

"Don't think about anything, I'll take care of it, Jesse."

Jessica hummed, and the lights went out.

In the darkness, a pair of bright eyes kept flickering.

'It's second half time.'

Before Jessica could react, lightning strikes had already been struck all over her body. (To be continued......)