Libya, Sirte. 【For more exciting novels, please visit wèn】

A port city in the port of Sidra in northern Libya, the capital of the Sir district, is an emerging coastal city. Located 600 kilometers from the Libyan city of Tripoli and with a population of about 10,000, it is the military center of the Gaddafi regime and the home of Gaddafi.

If there is one who supports the Gaddafi regime the most, it is undoubtedly his hometown of Sirte. Because Gaddafi was born here, Sirte was particularly favored. Whether it is economic, military, or political, it is in the upper reaches of Libya.

And Gaddafi, who almost became a madman who wanted nuclear weapons, poured considerable effort into his homeland.

Just like China, no matter how big an official you become, no matter how many products you wear on your head, no matter how much power you wear, no matter how much power you pull up, you will maintain your own position in your hometown.

No matter when you are desperate, your hometown is always the last place of refuge.

Today is the anniversary celebration of Sirte, and Gaddafi attended the grand ceremony of Sirte's anniversary celebration. This is a treatment that other cities simply do not enjoy, because this is Gaddafi's hometown, and this is Gaddafi's base.

At the beginning of the celebration, Gaddafi had to give a speech in front of the gate of the city hall, which was directly leaked in front of the public.

At 10 o'clock in the morning, the military will be stationed to clear the venue at 6 o'clock to ensure the safety of the president during the speech.

Never doubt the security forces of Gaddafi, a city of 10,000 people, but an army of 30,000 people!

On the top floor of a hotel far from the town hall, Pomegranate lazily soaks up the Libyan morning sun with a glass of red wine and a glass of red wine. He didn't have any clothes, but just covered a blanket with a blanket crawling on top of the blanket with a stunning exotic girl.

The girl was not dressed, and judging from her languid appearance, she did not toss with the little pomegranate last night.

"I'm an illegitimate child, I have a girlfriend and I want to marry a girlfriend back home." Little Pomegranate shook the red wine, stretched out her free hand to raise the girl's delicate chin and smiled: "It's a pity that my girlfriend is a stager, and she has the same profession as you." ”

Little Pomegranate spoke Mandarin, and the foreign girl didn't understand what he was saying at all, just smiled charmingly.

"Hehe, you're laughing? The smile is very good, but unfortunately it is not as good as the smile of my former girlfriend, because her smile only blooms for me, because she is not like you" Little Pomegranate gently stroked the girl's cheek, glanced at the crowded City Hall Square, and sighed lightly: "Maybe you also have an untold story, maybe you are also for the children of school...... You know, too many people only see the dirtiness of the body, but they can't see the purity of the heart? Everyone laughed at me, the Martyrs of the Dragon's Nest, and the warriors found a girlfriend to be a stage, and they didn't ask right or wrong at all. Any idea how I do it? All I did was I was going to marry my girlfriend and I was going to fight everyone because of their doggy eyes! ”

As she spoke, Little Pomegranate's love became excited, and her hand holding the red wine glass shook violently, almost spilling the red wine.

Seeing that Little Pomegranate's face changed, the girl showed a panicked expression, and immediately lowered her head and used her mouth to find the strengths of the man under her. She thought that her service made the other party unhappy, and she thought that she had provoked the other party.

"No, no, no, you don't have to." The little pomegranate was steady, touched the girl's cheek with a smile, and said with a smile in Mandarin that the other party didn't understand: "I'm just angry with myself, it has nothing to do with you, hehe." ”

Seeing that Little Pomegranate's face softened, the girl also relaxed. She stretched out her slender hands, gently stroked the scar on the little pomegranate's upper body, and gently twisted her body to tempt.

"You know, I'm going to look for her." Little Pomegranate groaned: "But I didn't appear in front of her, because she is very happy, at least I don't know how many times happier than before." The most important thing is that I see her smiling at her current husband, and that smile is far freer, brighter, more satisfied, and happier than smiling at me...... I lost her, but I didn't forget her; She left me, she forgot about me...... If she remembers me, she will remember the shame of the past. Do you have someone who loves you? Do you also have someone you love? Are you also struggling in the whirlpool? Step up your game? Despair? Yes! Definitely! You definitely will! So you understand my feelings, right? That's right, you understand! Well, since you can understand, then take the money and find a good man to marry, as long as he can make you forget about the current experience! ”

After saying that, the little pomegranate got up and pulled out a stack of money and threw it to the girl.

After getting the money, the girl's face showed a look of surprise. Because the little pomegranate gave so much, so much that she couldn't believe it.

The girl holding the money stood there blankly, her eyes glistening with tears. She gently hugged the little pomegranate, lightly touched the other party's left and right cheeks, and said the words that the little pomegranate could understand: Thank you, you are a good person.

Little Pomegranate's eyes were full of smiles, and she waved at the girl, motioning for her to leave.

The girl left, and the pomegranate turned on the stereo, turned up the sound to the maximum, and played Beethoven's Symphony of Fate.

Brilliant Allegro C minor, horn variations of masculine horns, heroic triumphs of brass instruments, soaring cellos and double basses, whirlwind dance themes, exhilarating fugues, battles against fate, exhilarating darkness and light......

The little pomegranate is dancing, performing a crazy dance with the limbs of a man. The RPG bazooka in his hand is his prop, and the sip after sip of red wine is the source of his excitement.

When the hero's will triumphs over fatalism, when light triumphs over darkness, when fate is choked so that it cannot fully submit itself, when the uplifting music gradually strengthens and splendours like a long river, opening the final chapter of the struggle of fate, the little pomegranate picks up the bazooka and roars almost madly.

"Let fate burn, let the darkness return! How can there be light without darkness! How can I be reborn without darkness! I am the light, I am the light, I am the god of light who reverses the wheel of fate! Come, fate, I challenge you, I will challenge you to die without stopping! You are not the master, for I am your master!! ”

"Whoosh!"

With a roar, the rocket burst out of its chamber and slashed in a graceful curve towards Gaddafi, who was speaking.

"Boom!"

A huge fire rose in front of the city hall, and Gaddafi, wearing sunglasses and a military uniform, was shattered in the firelight.

"God of Light, break fate, stand above its head!!"

Beethoven's Symphony of Fate came to an abrupt end, and the pomegranate stopped its roaring dance in an instant.

Brilliant flowers appeared in the sky of the town hall, forming three dazzling characters: God of Light.