readx; The stinging pain in the palm of the hand can not really be completely ignored, at the same time as the tip of the pen made of metal pierces the palm of the hand, Lin Dong's face showed a gentle smile, perhaps because this smile is too gentle, too sweet, so sweet that it even has a little more dream and fantasy color, which makes the people around him feel shocked. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo.

But what Lin Dong's heart raised at that time was indeed a beautiful peach blossom color and gentleness.

With the help of the pain of the tip of the pen piercing into the palm of his hand, he recalled the memories that he didn't know how many times, and the memories that had become a little blurry finally became clear again...... Three years ago, he was scrambling around like a headless fly, and finally advanced into a soft warmth, and became one with the purple shirt, and she tried her best to bite her shoulder.

The bite was really heavy enough, and the tooth marks on his shoulders were still as clear as yesterday, but he and the purple shirt had really not seen each other for three years, he missed the first love that occupied him, his kiss, his first time, domineering impeccable in front of others, and on that night, but the woman who was as gentle and well-behaved as a kitten, he couldn't forget her gentle whisper in his ear, and the red tears that slowly dripped onto his chest.

When Lin Dongdi's inner world finally raised that he could stand proudly like a mountain, standing in front of the purple shirt, shielding her from all the dangers and ups and downs from the outside world, so that the purple shirt could show a happy and sweet smile, such a picture, that kind of happiness, that kind of pride, that kind of wildness of "rushing into anger and turning into a red face", so that Lin Dong finally completely defeated the waves that came from the palm of his hand, which was enough to make a normal person faint and suffer in the past.

When most of the pen had passed through the palm, but the last part was stuck somewhere in the palm, Lin Dong was still flying freely in his own thinking world.

In fact, even he didn't think about what he would do when one day he could stand up and become a mountain that the purple shirts could trust, and when they could finally make it and retreat.

Zishan opened a flower shop, this shop does not need to be very big, but the warm fragrance of flowers will always embrace her in that small space, and even more gorgeous flowers, little by little to infect her, so that her face will always be overflowing with the splendor and gentleness of "flower language".

Lin Dong, on the other hand, has become a teacher, with the calmness and calmness of the world, standing on the podium, with a generous voice, talking to every child, guiding them to soar in the ocean of knowledge.

It was only at this time that Lin Dong knew that he had put aside all external forces, put aside the reality that he had to fight to the death and rush into the most dangerous place in the world, and put aside his identity as a professional soldier of the Wolf Tooth Army, and his deep desire for a future life was so natural.

A group of classmates were bullying the thinnest child in the class, just when he was isolated and most in need of help, Lin Dong arrived, while scolding those classmates, he took out the handkerchief on his body, wiped off the bullied child little by little, tears of grievance on his face and snot that flowed down with it, and then gave him a smile full of encouragement.

"I see...... I can't forget that six years ago, Li Bing and Wang Cheng teamed up to bully me, but the instructors chose to sit on the sidelines and watch the reality in order to get me better, and even longed that at that time, they could stand up and help me, even once. ”

In Lin Dong's soft sigh, the group of classmates who bullied others, the leading people, suddenly turned into Li Bing, an indescribable impulse, which made the illusory Lin Dong in his consciousness directly raise his palm, but in the end, he didn't really fan it.

"I once told you, we have to become enemies in the school and friends on the battlefield, so, although we are very unwilling, but the friendship of friends is more valuable than sincerity, if I can't let go of this heart, we can never become truly trustworthy comrades-in-arms, so ...... Let's throw away everything in the past. ”

It was in such an epiphany that Lin Dong pulled out the pen stuck in the palm of his hand, and when the irresistible and most painful impact came over, Li Bing disappeared, Wang Cheng disappeared, swirling and dancing in the sea of flowers, and the purple shirt with a brilliant and gentle face disappeared, and the purple shirt that stood on the podium in the classroom, facing dozens of children, also disappeared...

The rest is Lin Dong, who is standing on the soil of Afghanistan, his left hand has been pierced with a pen by himself, and the blood is constantly flowing, and the al-Qaeda members around him who show the most respectful expressions to him.

It's quiet, it's really quiet, so quiet that only the breathing sound of a dozen people around is left, and the "poof" sound when the blood flowing from the wound on Lin Dong's palm drip onto the floor.

Staring at the man in front of him with an unconcealable shock on his face, and no longer had a lofty momentum, Lin Dong said in a low voice: "If there is only one god in this world, then how lonely he will be." ”

If you haven't experienced Lin Dong's six years, if you haven't tasted too much loneliness and loneliness, who can really understand the two sentences he said.

Everyone around was silent, if Lin Dong had just said these two sentences, not to mention the man in front of him, probably other people would also sneer at Lin Dong, but at this time, looking at Lin Dong, each of them had a thoughtful look on their faces.

"Smack......

A string of applause finally broke the too silent silence on Lin Dong's side, and a man wearing a green fur hat and a suit walked out of the back hall, he applauded and smiled at the same time: "Maimaiti, I have known you for a long time, there are people outside the sky, how about it, this time I have seen it." ”

There is no need to ask, Lin Dong also knows that as soon as he appeared, he grasped the initiative of the audience, that is, he must first visit the target of this trip, Muhammad Shim.

The man standing in front of Lin Dong, whose name was originally Maimaiti, untied the saber on his waist and sent it to Lin Dong with the scabbard, Maimaiti looked at Lin Dong and said sincerely: "Dear foreign brother, I admit that you are brave and respect your strength, if you are willing to forgive me for being rude to you, please accept my apologies." Lin Dong didn't have to wait, when he reached out and took the knife sent by the other party's hands, the people around him suddenly thundered with joy, and Maimaiti stretched out his arms, took Lin Dong into his arms, hugged him fiercely, and then lowered his head, looking at his thick lips, Lin Dongdi's eyes widened suddenly...... He will not be trying to be based on the Afghans

The etiquette of a close friend, let's have two light kisses with yourself,.

Seeing that a man's lips were about to fall on him, Lin Dong really had nothing to do, but in the end, the two of them touched each other's foreheads.

"I know you say I'm not used to men kissing, don't say, Brother Matsumotohara, the expression on your face just now is really exciting."

Speaking of this, Mamat was already laughing loudly, apparently just using a "kiss" on himself, adding a sword to his body, and not moving, and the warrior who was blessed by the gods was frightened enough and proud.

Looking at Yifu Zhi, who was proud and vicious, but his smile was as simple as a child, Lin Dong's face showed a crying and smiling expression, it was really not a fake, and at the same time he sighed in his heart: "We Chinese are not used to men kissing." ”

In front of Maimaiti, Lin Dongzhen put away the knife that the other party gave him, and then took off the suit on his body, regardless of how thin and small it was for Maimaiti, and draped it directly on Maimaiti's body.

Giving oneself a saber or clothes is the most intimate etiquette of Afghans, although he can't even stuff his sleeves, but wearing traditional Afghan clothes, wearing a suit outside, looking nondescript, the smile on his face is even happier, he stretched out his fan-like slap, and patted Lin Dong on the shoulder a few times to show his love for this gift.

Lin Dong took out the letter of recommendation written by the leader of the Uzbek radical organization, strode up to Mohammed Shim, and respectfully delivered the letter of recommendation to the other party with both hands.

Muhammad Sim took the letter of recommendation, but did not even look at it, but gave it to one of his attendants.

"A letter of recommendation is something that is used to prove that someone who is coming to learn has enough faith and ability to be our trusted combat partner."

Muhammad Sim looked Lin Dong up and down, he did not hide his appreciation for Lin Dong, and said calmly: "Brother Matsumotohara, you can be a warrior who can be blessed by God, which is the best proof in itself, if at this time, I still want to read any letter of recommendation, it will be an insult to you, buy and fight, you are right." ”

Maimaiti nodded vigorously.

Looking at Muhammad Chim, who was smiling and had comradely warmth in his eyes, Lin Dong let out a long breath in his heart, this is a really difficult opponent.

Anyone who does business in Afghanistan knows that they have always been very arrogant in doing things, for a simple example, if you ask an Afghan to be a tour guide, you say that you will give 100 dollars in advance, and after the tour, if you only pay the other party 90 dollars, the difference will not make the other party jump up directly, even if he is still theorizing with you, you can turn around and leave, and the other party will not even catch up with you, let alone fight with you.

This is the simplicity and generosity of the Afghan people, and it is not difficult to become friends with this kind of person.

But the Mohammed Kiss in front of him definitely did not belong to it, and when Lin Dong tried every means to contact ** al-Qaeda, the Ninth Internal Security and Reconnaissance Sub-Bureau of the Ministry of State Security of China was already investigating Lin Dong's identity as "Matsumotohara".

As for why he entered China first and then transferred to Afghanistan, fortunately, Song Pingyuan, the "son of God", likes to play mysticism, and usually rarely appears in public, except for the super henchmen around him, no one knows what he looks like.

When they entered China, several of their subordinates came forward, frequently contacted the East Turkistan terrorists, tried to first carry out a few decent terrorist attacks in Urumqi, the capital of Xinlu Province, and then took this meeting gift to Afghanistan to defect, but in the end they did not expect to be captured in China.

Although Lin Dong is two years apart from Matsumotohara, but the continuous training has already worn off his childishness, the height of one hundred and eighty-two centimeters is also flawless with the age of nineteen years old, in order to cope with the situation that may be encountered, Lin Dong's face has even undergone local laser surgery.

Although he has not made any adjustments to his appearance, the skin layer has the marks left after the operation, as long as it is tested by medical equipment, it is not difficult to see that Lin Dong has had plastic surgery, even if it is Al-Qaeda's hands and eyes, he really got a few photos of Matsumoto when he was a child, and he has nothing to say in the face of Lin Dong, who has been "plastic surgery".

But if it is said that to this extent, Muhammad Sim will have more trust in Lin Dong, then it is 100% reading the Arabian Nights.

In fact, whether it is Feng Ke, Lin Dong, or those top domestic psychology experts who teach Lin Dong, they all clearly understand that with Lin Dong's not yet fully mature mind, even if he has received a lot of training, he can barely be competent with no mental arithmetic.

But I really want to fight with an old fox like Muhammad Rahim, who has been in a hundred battles on the world stage and has reached the peak of his combat experience and mentality, and basically has no chance of winning.

When the door of the office was closed tightly by Lin Dong, forming a closed space with good sound insulation, Muhammad Sim's eyes suddenly revealed a sharp light like a falcon, and he looked at Lin Dong with an action that was neither arrogant nor humble, sitting directly on the sand in front of him.

Looking at Lin Dong's every move, it was impossible to hide, and Lin Dong did not have a hidden military temperament, and after a full minute, he said indifferently: "Matsumotohara, I admit, you really impressed me." ”

Lin Dong nodded in response, with everything he showed today, he did have impressive capital.

"But in this case, you are giving me a headache."

Lin Dong nodded again, he knew what Mohammed Chim was having a headache with.

Matsumotohara, the "son of God", usually can't see the end of the dragon, and there is so little information that can be verified, so little that even Lin Dong has the opportunity to impersonate.

If you were Muhammad Chim, would you let a person like Lin Dong who has good ability and is worthy of a heavy responsibility, and his identity should have no problem, but he always makes people feel faintly uneasy in his heart, and he has come into contact with the confidential content of the organization when he first arrives.

"This time, I came with the mentality of learning from scratch."

It was because of each other's different mentalities that Muhammad Sim couldn't help but be slightly stunned when he heard Lin Dong's request, "So I hope to be able to start from the grassroots level, enter the training camp, and share weal and woe with like-minded partners."

After I have completed my studies, I will participate in the 'holy war' together, and I am willing to use enough time and practical actions to gain your trust in me, Mr. Mohammed Shim. ”

Muhammad Chim nodded slowly, Lin Dong was willing to join the training camp as an ordinary student, and then climb up step by step, which was the least risky option for him and the al-Qaeda organization.

A few days later, Lin Dong took a letter of recommendation written by Mohammed Sheim himself and entered a terrorist training camp in the desert region of northern Afghanistan.

Looking at it, the first impression that this so-called training camp brought to Lin Dong was...... Broken.

Al-Qaeda is world-famous, ** has a group of hardcore believers, distributed all over the world, helping him to collect intelligence and raise funds, and a group of Middle Eastern businessmen shouting behind their backs, but all this does not mean that ** has the strength of a superpower, and has the ability to turn his terrorist training camp into a modern military camp.

In fact, it can't even be called a barracks.

Although this training camp has not been established for a few years, in the face of such a harsh environment as the desert, whether it is the barracks or the surrounding wall that is only one person high, it has already been pitted by the strong wind mixed with sand and small stones, and there is no oasis near the training camp, but the construction of the training camp is to dig a well full 60 meters deep in the ground, and find enough water in the rock aquifer deep underground.

As for food, it had to be transported directly by car from hundreds of kilometers away, so the rules of this training camp were very small, even if it required eight trainees, they were crammed together in a dormitory of only 12 square meters, and one batch could only train more than 70 "jihad" elites at most.

The most surprising thing for Lin Dong is that the bishop of this terrorist training camp turned out to be an authentic Russian, as long as you look at his expression and temperament and his striding movements, Lin Dong can be sure that this bishop is a veteran, a veteran of a hundred battles, seeing this bishop, Lin Dong only showed a flash of surprise in his eyes, but the other students suddenly blew up the nest, you know, the three major targets of their "jihad" are Americans, Russians and Jews, Now that a Russian has suddenly walked out of the training camp, and he is also their bishop for the next three months, this strong contrast between reality and philosophy makes them not mess up.

For a while, I don't know how many people stretched out their fingers and pointed at the Russian instructor, I don't know how many people are talking there, I don't know what they are screaming, Lin Dong, who only knows a little about Persian, can only hear it with a big head.

Looking at the "classmates" around him, a look of frothing at the mouth, Lin Dong, who had already developed absolute respect for the instructor in the elite training base of the Wolf Tooth Army, even if the other party's order was unreasonable, would immediately implement good habits one hundred percent, couldn't help but shake his head lightly, where is this army, they are simply a group of pretentious fools.

At least Lin Dong would never pick this time to provoke the authority of an instructor who had been through a hundred battles and didn't know how much blood had been stained on his hands.

If he doesn't have enough ability to serve the public, if he doesn't have a few unique skills, how can this Russian soldier be hired to train paramilitary talents for them.

In fact, Lin Dong had already begun to suspect that the figure in front of him, who was in his fifties, was not tall and burly, but his body was as tall as a javelin.

With a sharp light like a falcon in his eyes, the instructor should not be underestimated, and he was a special forces soldier who entered Afghanistan as early as the eighties with the invasion of the Soviet army.