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Mhammad clenched his fists and slowly turned around, and he saw a middle-aged American standing there, holding a pistol.

This is Pakistan, which is a country with a rule of law, except for the army, the police, and ordinary people, they can't own guns at all, and this American is actually holding a gun here!

The owner of this bar is not Pakistani, but American! Moreover, the relationship is certainly not ordinary! Mhammad looked at the gun pointed at him, three meters away from him, and at this distance, it would be difficult for him to snatch the gun, while the American could easily pull the trigger and kill himself.

It's just, does this Yankee dare to shoot himself? This is Pakistan!

Muhammad sneered and pointed to his chest: "The heart is here, if there is a kind, shoot at Lao Tzu here!" ”

Mhammad said as he walked forward.

Sure enough, the boss took two steps back, keeping his distance from Mhammad.

"Shoot! Don't dare to fight the Soviets, just here to show their prestige! Mhammad continued: "Just your little trick, you still want to do it with Lao Tzu, and the Soviets killed by Lao Tzu are enough to strengthen the company." ”

Mhammad continued to take a few steps forward, and the boss continued to retreat until he reached the bar, and there was no way back.

Mhammad's chest, pressed against the gun, held the barrel with his hand, and said, "Shoot." ”

The Americans in front did not move, so Mhammad snatched the gun, separated the magazine from the chamber and threw it to the ground, and his body was full of tiger energy.

Mhammad turned around, took the girl with him, and left the bar.

The girl held Mhammad's arm, her body was still trembling a little, and it was not until she left the bar that she subconsciously wanted to let go, but she drank too much and the road was unsteady.

"Where is your home? I'll send you home. Mhammad said.

"Here." The girl pointed to the corner of the street, where there was a mosque.

"No, it's here." The girl turned her finger again and pointed to the guest house where Mhammad was staying.

So, Mhammad knew that the girl was indeed drunk, the beer was strong, and her eyes were so misty that she really didn't know where her home was.

If he didn't have memories of his past life, the best thing Mhammad could do was to send it directly to the police, but now, he knew that it wasn't good, and besides, Mhammad didn't have too many constraints between men and women.

He took the girl back to his place and put her on the bed, and Mhammad sat on a chair beside him, and after a day of sleep, he still did not rest, and now, lying on the chair, Mhammad soon fell asleep again.

This night, he slept soundly, until he heard the sound of rattling in the bathroom, and he woke up, he looked at his body, which was covered with a blanket, and the girl on the bed had gone to the bathroom.

"Crunch." Just then, the bathroom door opened, and Mhammad turned his head, sleepy-eyed, and saw a naked body coming out of the bathroom.

Yes, it's naked, you can see that the curve of the body is so convex and concave, and you can see that the two meat balls on the front chest are a little low, and there are water droplets on them that slide down little by little.

Her wet hair was scattered and scattered, and when she saw Mhammad in front of her staring at her, the girl visibly felt shy.

At this moment, Mhammad felt something under his crotch and was about to move, he quickly suppressed the desire in his heart and said, "Are you awake?" ”

"Well, I took a shower and felt much more comfortable." Aisha said, "Thank you for helping me twice, I, I can repay you in any way." ”

The girl's intentions were revealed, and Mhammad threw the blanket he was covering over: "Put it on first, be careful of catching a cold." ”

The blanket just covered the girl's chest, and the girl turned her hand around her body skillfully and tied it up.

The front chest is tall and the back buttocks are upturned, but it is more seductive than just now.

"How did you end up in an American-owned bar?" Mhammad asked, in fact, he was just asking casually, and now the scene is very embarrassing, and he wants to change the subject.

The IQ is very high, but the EQ is obviously not enough, in his previous life, Mhammad was introduced by a matchmaker and married a female officer, they all got married first, and then fell in love, and he was either training or drilling, and he spent too little time with his own woman.

Hearing Mhammad's words, Aisha's seductive eyes welled up with tears: "I'm not Pakistani, I fled from Afghanistan, my hometown is in Kandahar, my father runs a factory, and my mother teaches in a middle school in Kandahar. Later, when the Soviets came, the factory was destroyed in the fighting, and my father was wounded, and then he fled here with me and my mother, and just after arriving here, my father went to see Allah, and only my mother and I were left, and my mother was seriously ill because she missed my father, and she was admitted to a hospital here. ”

Aisha has a unique temperament, which is definitely not possessed by ordinary Afghan civilians who are illiterate in big letters, dressed sexy and fashionable, but very proud in her bones, and her eyes reveal the grace and elegance that only the upper class has.

If it were an ordinary Afghan girl, she would never bathe here in Mhammad, Afghanistan lacks water, and some people can't wash it several times in their lives.

Of course, there may be other purposes for bathing here, for example, to tempt yourself.

Aisha stood in front of Mhammad: "After coming here, I was lucky enough to find a job at Peshawar radio station, which could earn some salary, but these salaries still could not cover my mother's hospitalization expenses, so I could only do some part-time work, and my colleagues at the radio station introduced me to these Americans, as long as I drank with them, there would be a tip, who knew that these Americans, and wanted me to accompany them to bed." ”

Aisha's body trembled a little, and crystal tears fell on her bare feet one by one, and she continued to say to Mhammad: "You said that you killed the Soviets, you are the hero of our Afghan people, I admire the hero, I, I really like you." ”

With that, Aisha gently untied the blanket, and the blanket slid to the ground, revealing her whole body to Mhammad again.

"At this moment, I am yours, hold me tight, love." Aisha said emotionally, her two arms hooked Mhammad's neck, and the firm chest was on Mhammad's chest.

Mhammad felt a surge of blood, and all his desires were released in an instant.

Two strong and strong arms embraced Aisha, Aisha's soft body was vacated and thrown onto the bed, and Mhammad began to quickly strip his clothes.

"Jingle bell, jingle bell." Just then, the phone on the desk rang.

Mhammad recovered instantly, he picked up the phone, and the voice of the chief of staff came from inside: "Mhammad, come to the headquarters immediately." ”

"Yes." Mhammad replied solemnly.

Putting down the phone and looking at Aisha on the bed, Mhammad said, "Aisha, it's already light outside, you can rest for a while and then go to work." ”

"No, I'm going to be with you, I'm going to kill the Soviets and avenge my father!" Aisha said.

Mhammad shook his head, and without waiting for Aisha to speak, he quickly left the place.

The cool breeze of the early morning breeze was blowing on Mhammad's head, and his mind had become extremely clear, this Aisha, like a piece of gummy candy, stuck to his body, is the girl in Afghanistan so bold and proactive?

At the headquarters, Mhammad met again with Musha'f, the chief of staff with a stern face.

"Mhammad, your record in Afghanistan has attracted the attention of American friends, and the head of the CIA in Peshawar wants to meet you and discuss the provision of assistance to the guerrillas, this is an opportunity." Musha'af said.

Mhammad nodded, and he gave Musha'f a grateful look.

Smart people, you don't need to talk too much, it is an almost impossible requirement to ask the Americans for a stinger, originally, Mhammad did not have the opportunity to communicate directly with the Americans face to face, now is an opportunity, he wants to seize this opportunity, persuade the Americans, and provide him with this weapon!

The weapons provided by the United States were all transferred through Guòcia, and by taking the bridge of CIA, it means that the guerrilla force led by itself can obtain a steady stream of weapons in the future!

Mhammad sat upright, keeping his eyes peeled until he heard footsteps outside.

"Bauer, you're welcome here." Musha'f stood up and greeted him at the door.

"You're too strict here, next time, it's better to talk in a relaxed and pleasant place." Outside, Bauer burst into a hearty laugh: "Actually, my bar is good." ”

With that, Bauer walked in and saw Mhammad standing behind Musha'f.

At the same time, Mhammad also saw Bauer, and suddenly, Mhammad looked surprised: "Why are you?" ”

"Second Lieutenant Mhammad, do you know Mr. Bauer?" Musha'f is also very strange.

Mhammad felt embarrassed in his heart, he knew him, he met last night. At that time, the American in front of him, holding a pistol and holding the opponent's pistol in his chest, forced the other party to the bar counter, grabbed the gun, then disassembled the magazine and threw it away.

How can the owner of this bar, the owner who connived at the misdeeds of the Americans, be the head of the CIA of the Americans in the Peshawar region?

That's right, only the head of the CIA dared to carry weapons in Peshawar and dare to take them out, and the current Pakistan has the confidence to confront the Soviets by relying on the Americans on their backs.

Oops, I offended this guy, it seems that it is even more difficult to get a weapon with this guy.