The forest is big, there are all kinds of birds, and among the refugees, there are also mixed fish and dragons.

In that year, there was a major earthquake, and the whole country was very shocked, and people from all over the country donated money and materials, and some people spontaneously went to the rescue. However, there are also people who take advantage of the earthquake to rob property, gold shops, jewelry stores, and even banks, dare to rob them, making a fortune, full of scum, and scum.

Among these refugees, there are also outlaws, and now this robber is not a good bird.

Mhammad happened to pass by, and when he saw this phenomenon, the guy who grabbed the bag was in front of him, and without hesitation, Mhammad immediately blocked him.

"Get out of the way." The man said as he waved the glittering scimitar in his hand.

Seeing that Mhammad had no intention of getting out of the way, his knife immediately stabbed at Mhammad's chest, and this action was not delayed at all.

Mhammad stared at the scimitar, stretched out his left hand, grabbed the opponent's wrist holding the knife, and then raised it, followed it, and his right knee came up and pressed heavily on the opponent's chest.

"Smack." The scimitar fell to the ground, and the looter lay on the ground, curled up.

Mhammad hit very hard, making the opponent lose his combat effectiveness at once, looking at this guy's arched body, Mhammad couldn't help it, and kicked him heavily in the back.

"Click." With a clear sound, the guy's ribs in his back were kicked and broken, and he screamed loudly in pain.

Around, several refugees surrounded him, all happy to see this guy being beaten.

"It's time to fight! In the refugee camps, he bullied people! ”

"Yes, he's stealing in the middle of the night!"

"Beat him!" The refugees became more and more surrounded, and several people couldn't help it, and came up to punch and kick this guy again.

Mhammad stepped back from the crowd, took his bag, and looked at the limping girl, who was slowly approaching.

In this era, when Western liberalism was prevalent, Pakistan's original discipline was not strict, and it was common for girls to dress like this.

"Thank you for your help." The girl said to Mhammad with a charming smile on her face.

"You're welcome." As soon as he finished speaking, he saw the smile on the girl's face freeze and become painful: "Oops. ”

My feet hurt again.

"Come, sit down." Mhammad said to the girl, watching the girl sitting on the steps on the side of the road, Mhammad bent down, touched her feet and neck with both hands, rubbed it a few times, and said, "Look over there, that guy was arrested by the police." ”

The girl's head turned over, and as soon as she saw the two policemen, she felt a sharp pain under her feet.

"Alright." "The misalignment of the foot bones has been corrected for you, but the swelling on the surface will take a few days to get rid of," Mhammad said. ”

Just now, Mhammad only diverted the girl's attention, and with the strength of his two hands, he helped her to restore the bones of her feet.

The girl stood up and walked again, and sure enough, it didn't hurt as much as just now, and she couldn't help but say to Mhammad: "Thank you, Your Excellency, what's your name?" ”

"Mhammad." Mhammad said: "The bus is coming, do you want to get on the bus?" ”

The girl limped on the bus, and Mhammad looked at the girl's back by the window and left, and continued to walk forward, until he reached Peshawar, even if it was home, go to sleep first!

When Mhammad woke up again, it was already night.

Despite its proximity to Afghanistan, there have been no incidents of Soviet air force crossings, Peshawar is not under air control, and the streets are dimly lit.

In the distance, the mosque has a pointed roof, and the wind blows on the roof, making a whining sound.

Muhammad came out of the guest house without receiving an order from the chief of staff, most likely the Americans did not answer. As Mhammad walked, he thought about what to do.

Someone has to be introduced, otherwise, the CIA will not take the initiative to contact him, and the chief of staff will not let him meet directly with the Americans, what method should he think of?

As he walked, he looked up and saw a corner of the street lit up, where a few large English characters were shining.

Bar? This bar must be new, right? In Peshawar, or in Pakistan as a whole, there are simply no bars.

Pakistan is a country that prohibits alcohol, the official prohibition of alcohol began in 77, and it has only been four or five years now, and many people are nostalgic for the days when there was alcohol, but Muslims are absolutely not allowed to drink.

And in Pakistan, there are also non-Muslims, especially now, in Peshawar, there are many foreigners, such as Americans, Europeans, who assisted Pakistan in helping the war in Afghanistan, and the arrival of these people has stimulated the development of other industries, such as the bar in front of you, which only entertains foreigners, is also a good business.

Mhammad watched several Americans go in and out of it, and immediately had an idea, just try his luck inside, maybe he could meet someone from the CIA, and contact them directly!

Thinking of this, Mhammad took a big step and walked inside.

"I'm sorry, you can't go in." When Mhammad reached the door, he was stopped by two waiters.

With a big beard, a high nose bridge, and a towel wrapped around his head, Mhammad's Muslim features are all too obvious. This bar is a knife tip industry that strictly adheres to the laws of Pakistan.

Mhammad could only retreat, he tried to find a place to turn in, and just a few steps back back heard a rush of footsteps inside.

"James, I can't drink anymore." The woman's voice is loud.

"Aisha, as long as you drink this cup, I'll give you ten more dollars." Another voice.

Hearing this, the woman stopped, and then heard the sound of beer pouring into her mouth.

"Well, these tips are yours, Daniha, and you'll get more if you'll spend the night with me." James's voice continued to ring in Mhammad's ears.

"Don't." The woman's voice trembled, and Mhammad heard the sound of his clothes being torn.

Damn it! Mhamad finally couldn't hold it anymore and took a big stride towards the bar.

"You can't go in." The waiter at the door tried to stop him, but with a wave of his arm, Mhammad pushed his arm away and rushed in.

Within a few steps, Mhammad saw four or five Americans surrounding a girl who was now covering her chest with her hands, her sling broken, and her breasts looming.

The girl had drunk a lot, her eyes were a little misty, and when she saw Mhammad, her eyes were suddenly full of pleas for help.

It was the girl during the day, when the girl got on the bus, Mhammad only thought she was an ordinary clerk, who would have thought, but at night she came to be a wine girl.

When he saw Aisha's eyes, Mhammad knew that he had to help no matter what, it was one thing to accompany the wine, and it was another thing to accompany the wine, not to mention that Aisha was not willing to do so.

"Hey, brother, this is not an American, Pakistani girl, she won't sleep with a foreigner at will." Mhammad said.

Hearing Mhammad's words, the Americans who were surrounding Aisha all turned to Mhammad.

“fuck！ How did you get in? Do you know the rules here?" said James, picking up his beer bottle.

Aisha's feet were still a little twisted, too much alcohol made her brain a little dizzy, she only knew that Mhammad was here to save her, she ran to Mhammad and hid behind Mhammad's body.

These Americans, who looked very tall, but, the experience of martial arts, which is similar to the way ruffians fight, Mhammad watched James come over with a beer bottle and stood there quietly.

Just as James lifted the beer bottle and slammed it into Mhammad's head, Mhammad dodged suddenly, grabbed James's arm with both hands, and relied on the strength of his wrist and waist to slam hard.

There was a click, a crisp sound, and James's arm drooped.

Mhammad did not move, after all, he needs the help of the Americans, according to reason, he should not have a conflict with these Americans, now that the conflict is inevitable, Mhammad is also trying his best to control the scale of the conflict, he just removed the opponent's arm from the shoulder circumference, if it was on a real battlefield, Mhammad has already discounted the opponent's arm, and then turned behind the opponent, and then twisted the opponent's neck.

The beer bottle in his hand fell to the ground, and James was subdued with just one move.

Another American, rushing towards Mhammad, with a sharp saber in his hand.

Mhammad kicked the ground with both feet, jumped up, flew up, kicked the opponent's wrist, and the saber fell to the ground, and then Mhammad fell, and when the other person looked down at the saber, his arms and waist clamped the opponent's neck, and at the major artery, he clamped it hard.

In just five seconds, the American's body fell to the ground, and he had already passed out.

Mhammad easily these two people, and the rest of the Americans didn't dare to come up again, they all borrowed the strength of alcohol, and they had been away from the United States for too long, and they couldn't hold back the things in their crotches, but the people in front of them were too capable of fighting, and they weighed it, but they still couldn't go up well.

Aisha looked at Muhammad with admiration in her eyes. She hesitated, but still grabbed Mahmad's arm, wanting to leave with him.

"Wounded two people here with me, do you want to leave so easily?" Just then, a voice sounded from behind.