When Tang Wei returned, ACE had also fallen asleep, and the Luo 'Gate' 4A1 carbine and the Bonelli M1014 shotgun without the butt were neatly placed on the left hand side, and the "Desert Warrior" was placed on the right hand side, and the Luo 'Gate' was just right. Filled the last magazine, knocked it in the palm of his hand, put it together with the other magazines, and then looked at Tang Wei inquiringly.

"Everything works." Tang Wei poured himself a glass of water. "I suggest you that you better throw away all your weapons later, carrying these things with you is a scourge in Baghdad."

"Let's talk about the plan first, and then we'll talk about whether or not to drop the weapon."

Luo 'Men' took the pistol magazine again and began to reload, and in the previous 'mixed' fire, he used all four magazines of the 1911 pistol. Tang Wei's words may be reasonable, but Luo 'Men's habit is that these weapons will only be thrown away when they have to, and when they are not yet a last resort, preparing weapons can always make people's hearts collapse.

"Go now, and take you to my transport company's accommodation on the outskirts of Baghdad. This company has a cooperation agreement with the Americans, all the "private" vehicles can be exempted from inspection at the checkpoint, and when you get to the suburbs, I will "hand" you over to the local "smugglers", and they will take you to the border between the two countries, where someone will pick you up. ”

"How do we get through the border?"

Since the start of the war, inspections and patrols on the border between Iran and Iraq have been very tight.

"It's a secret that smugglers use their connections on the border, so I don't have any information to offer you." Tang Wei walked to the cupboard, took out a can of beef 'meat' from it and shook it towards Luo 'Men'. "Eat something before you go, because it's likely that you won't have anything to eat until noon."

"Good idea, I'm hungry right now."

Luo 'Men' put the pistol in the holster on the 'leg' and came over to help.

Tang Wei asked Luo 'Men' to open the cans, and took out the tomatoes and lentils from the refrigerator to wash them in the sink, and then he noticed that Luo 'Men''s gun bag was not buttoned.

"You don't have to worry about it with me, so weapons are completely unnecessary."

Tang Wei turned on the gas stove, poured all the beef 'meat' from several cans into the pot, and then took out a sharp knife and poured the vegetables into it. While waiting, he took out another bottle of beer and threw it to Ro'.

"Drink a bottle, it's enough for you."

"So, what is your job here?" Ro' pulled up a chair and sat down at the kitchen table. "It seems to me that there are no secrets worth digging up in this place."

"There may not be any secrets here that interest you." Tang Wei casually played with the bottle in his hand. "The problems that can be solved by force are no longer a problem, for you this is nothing more than a post-war ruin, so you and people like you will be dismissive of these places."

"Do you have an opinion on weapons?"

Luo 'Men' looked at Tang Wei with interest. From the very beginning, he found that Tang Wei was resistant to both weapons and force, and if it wasn't for the orders of his superiors, he would definitely refuse to participate in this operation. When Tang Wei left just now, Luo 'Men' also searched his residence, and he did not find any weapons that could be used for self-defense except kitchen knives. He's not an agent like Ro'mon, that's why he's such an amateur.

"I just don't like these metal tools." Tang Wei walked over to the pot and sprinkled some spices. "These metal tools can only be used against those who are unarmed, and the real lethal 'sex' weapons are not these ridiculous industrial designs."

"A real lethal 'sex' weapon? Do you mean MD? "Rommon didn't understand what he meant.

"Anyone who is a little more normal knows that MD is the of the American government, and if Iraq really had this thing, then the Americans would still have nothing to do in the 'Bo' Bay now." Tang Wei sat back in his chair with a little indignation. "You probably wouldn't think that the real lethal 'sex' weapon is food."

"So your mission here is actually to study crop cultivation in Iraq?"

Luo 'Men' suddenly understood Tang Wei's identity, he was an agent who focused on the technical aspects of agriculture, that is, he was actually an agriculturist trained as an agent, no wonder he would show such a rejection of military action.

"Crop cultivation in post-2003 Iraq, to be precise." After Tang Wei drank the beer, the conversation became more. "I came here voluntarily, maybe it made my superiors think that I liked the environment here, but in fact, I was more concerned about the cultivation of crops here."

"Genetically modified crops." Luo 'Men' nodded, he was no stranger to this subject.

Genetically modified crops differ from conventional crops in that choosing to grow them requires an agreement with a seed company that holds the patents, and it is illegal to keep the seeds and replant them. After the US occupation of Iraq, new laws were enacted that gave patent owners of plant varieties the absolute right to use their seeds in Iraqi agriculture, and these companies were American multinationals like Monsanto and DuPont, which now controlled Iraq's agriculture, and in which the IMF acted as a vile actor.

Tang Wei looked at him with a little surprise. "It seems that you are not completely ignorant of these issues."

Luo 'Men' smiled, "food", which is both ancient and fresh, and a big issue related to the national economy and people's livelihood, is one of the primary issues that every politician should be concerned about, and Luo 'Men' has also traveled all over the world for this kind of information, so he is no stranger to it. Controlling the entire world's food chain is not only a competition for profits, but also a new form of biological warfare aimed at exterminating the billions of people in developing countries that the Western 'elite' British have always disliked.

"Kissinger himself is said to have said, 'If you control oil, you control all countries; But if you control the food, you control all the people.'" Now that the Americans are doing such things in Iraq, the daily rivers of blood on the streets of Baghdad are nothing compared to these genetically modified foods. Tang Wei burped. People only see the endless violence here, but they do not realize that it is not at the heart of the Iraqi problem at all. When George W. Bush preached 'sowing *** seeds,' he had Monsanto's genetically modified seeds in mind. ”

This is part of the "gene". Luo 'Men' nodded, indicating that he understood Tang Wei's words.

There has been such a program since the forties of the last century, and the American government is the initiator of the GMO program, and even owns the technology patent with Monsanto. The purpose of the GMO program is to control the world, not to give humans access to better and more food. Now that three of the world's four genetically modified giants are American multinational chemical companies – Monsanto, Dow and DuPont, which have been developing secret biological and chemical weapons for the military, can you believe that they have good intentions for human society?

"There are a lot of countries that are working to resist the global spread of GMOs, and China is the mainstay of them, so we have a responsibility for humanity to monitor what is happening in Iraq, and even though the outlook here seems even worse than in Argentina, and there is nothing we can do about it, we can always draw some knowledge and experience to deal with possible future crises." Tang Wei looked at Luo 'Men' sincerely. "So I said, does the one who uses a knife to 'get' a gun really help today's society?"

"Your work is awe-inspiring." Ro'men smiled. "Maybe it's ridiculous to use a knife and a gun, as you said, but on the flip side, would the Americans have been able to enforce their own laws in Iraq without these metal tools? All I know is that the barbarians always win in the end, and they cut off the heads of their enemies by means of tomahawks in their hands rather than encyclopedias. ”

Tang Wei was silent.

"But no matter what, as long as our work is meaningful, who cares what we get in the end." Romen held up the bottle in his hand to him. "So, respect China."

"Respect for China." Tang Wei drank all the wine in the bottle and muttered in a low voice. "Respect for China."

The food in the pot was boiling, the kitchen began to waft with aroma, Luo 'Men' went to ask Ace and Ma Xibei to get up 'bed', and Tang Wei prepared the dishes. After talking to Luo Men, his mood was much better, his movements became sharper, and he also joked with ACE and Ma Xibei, which made ACE feel very uncomfortable.

An Nianrong woke up from the postoperative ***. Her intestines were pierced, so she couldn't eat and had to rely on infusions to maintain her nutritional intake, but fortunately, despite the poor conditions, she did not develop fever. The battlefield aid that Luo 'Men' had learned was now in handy, and a series of nursing tasks such as wound cleaning were quickly handled.

"What's next for you?" An Nianrong's voice was as low as a mosquito.

"Don't worry." Romen put the thermometer back under her armpit. "Next, I will change into clean clothes for you, and then prepare some *** paper 'pee' and 'pants' for you, so that you don't have to ask someone to help you get out of bed every four hours."

An Nianrong's pale face suddenly turned red, and she was about to laugh but touched the wound in her abdomen, and immediately frowned in pain.

"Don't stir, don't stir, I'm kidding." Luo 'Men' hurriedly comforted her. "No matter what the next plan is, I won't leave you in this place where birds don't lay eggs, so you can sleep in peace, and when you open your eyes, we are already in Beijing."

An Nianrong wanted to say something, but Luo 'Men' raised her hand to instruct her not to speak, and gently wiped the sweat from her head with a 'hairy' towel, and soon An Nianrong fell asleep again.

"You two look like a good match." ACE STOOD AT THE 'DOOR' WITH A PLATE OF FOOD AND BREAD AND WATCHED THEM. "I'm more and more suspicious that something bad will happen between the two of you."

Luo Men wiped the blood from his hands with a cotton ball of wine, took the plate brought by Ace, and beckoned him to sit down at the table.

"Do we really do what Don arranged?" ACE asked him.

"You've also talked to Old Tang, and to be honest, I'm worried about his plans." Luo 'Men' devoured it, and his speech was slurred. "We'll find another way."

"***, can you imagine how to 'deal' with the 'smuggler'?" ACE LAUGHED. "It's a shame he figured it out."

"In Baghdad, the safest thing is actually these 'smugglers', and Don knows the situation here better than we do." Ro'mon waved the spoon in his hand. "But my suspicion is that someone will definitely pay a higher price to buy the news about us, and if that happens, even Don himself will be dangerous. You wait until I'm done eating. ”