I rolled over and got up, and when I looked up, it was already dark. Climb up a gravel slope with your hands and feet, hide behind small bushes, and look out at the Grand Canyon in the distance.

In the distance, there was an off-road motorcycle driving fast, with smoke and dust billowing behind it, and several motorcycles were chasing wildly. Is this a cross-country race?

The people in front and behind all shot each other with guns, "Bah! Bang! Bang! "Straight sound. The person in front is a pistol, and the person in the back is an AK-47, so you don't have to guess when you listen to the loud noise. This kind of movement shoots at each other, playing deterrence, and there is no accuracy at all.

Seeing that it was still more than a thousand meters away from me, I quickly took out the pistol from the cross-body backpack and loaded it. This M1911A1 pistol is a member of the Colt gun family, with good accuracy and range, and is well constructed. It's a pity that it only has a capacity of 7 rounds, and I was given three magazines with 21 rounds. It's really hard to pick up the door, do you want me to fight monsters all the way and upgrade and pick up equipment?

With the gun in the waistband of my pants behind and my crossbody backpack in order, I continued to lie on the ground and watch them chase. A man can drive a motorcycle, but the guy in front of him seems to be very skilled, like a professional race car driver.

Three-fifths of Afghanistan is inaccessible. It has a continental climate, dry and rainless throughout the year, and there are many high mountains and hills, and there is little vegetation. In this plateau Gobi zone, it is difficult for cars on four wheels to pass. Motorcycles are the only way to go, and off-road motorcycles are very convenient as a means of transportation.

Therefore, Argentina has a lot of off-road motorcycles, which have good shock absorption, deep tire teeth, and are hard to build any muddy road. It is quite useful in this kind of place where the vegetation is pitifully scarce, and there are high mountains and Gobi everywhere, and the ground is full of broken stones.

With a total area of 650,000 square kilometers, there are three ethnic groups: Pashtun, Tajik and Uzbek, who believe in Islam. The total GDP for the whole year is just over 20 billion US dollars, and the per capita GDP is less than 1,000 US dollars. The large cities are Kandahar and Herat, with a population density of less than fifty people per square kilometre.

In this poor, backward and sparsely populated place, there are many terrorists, and joining the local armed forces is their only option. Rather than planting crops, they prefer to carry AK and US military cadres, and have been fighting each other for many years.

The famous Mr. Laden participated in the war with the US military, and he was also a representative of the Cloth Terrorists. The Turks in China also have close ties with him and provide them with training in terrorist attacks.

The Turks have several training camps in Afghanistan, and the one destroyed by Liu Feng last time was one of them. And Jiang Ming and the fat man went to that training camp mainly to arrest the two big leaders of the Turks. As it happens, the two men are clergy and are also involved with the FBI.

As for what the FBI and the 10 scientists are trying to do when they come to the Middle East, it's not clear.

I was relieved to see a few motorcycles in the distance. The two parties chasing this don't know what the characters are, and I don't want to help anyone.

Then take out the map to determine the orientation, lay the map on the ground, place the compass in the middle of the map, and adjust the north-south direction of the map.

Look up at the Grand Canyon where motorbikes have gone, and find the most prominent geographical landmarks to find the exact location on the map. About 100 kilometers to the west of my current location is the city of Anjuman in Afghanistan, and a few dozen kilometers to the north of my location is a training camp. The motorcycle just came from that direction.

I decided to go to that training camp and if I could find Jiang Ming and the fat man, it would be the best. If you can't find me, destroy this training camp, and they're not good people anyway.

Having made up my mind, I walked slowly along the trail. You have to find the camp before noon, otherwise there are no houses around, and you will be in trouble if you can't find food. I was on my way when I suddenly saw a motorcycle lying on the ground in front of me, and two bodies lying next to it.

I looked back at the road, and the man in front of me should have killed these two people, and then grabbed a motorcycle and drove away, thus attracting the pursuers behind. Who could this be? Looking at the corpse's dress, it looks like the local armed forces of Afghanistan, that is, with bin Laden.

I searched them and there was nothing but a little local change, not even the guns. Looking at the index finger, the index finger of the right hand is covered with a thick layer of calluses, it seems that it is really a professional place of arms!

Picked up the motorcycle on the ground and shook it, and there was a sound in the fuel tank, indicating that there was still gas. This is a good commuter, I picked up a motorcycle for no reason, and my luck is still good. Scooping the motorcycle, I drove down the path.

It's nice to have a motorcycle, and just as I was driving ten kilometers with joy, I suddenly heard gunshots in front of a natural pass.

I hurriedly braked, and someone was shouting at the pass in front of me, and I didn't understand it, and I didn't bring an interpreter. After parking the car, I stood next to the car and raised my hands to look at the pass. A few people over there pointed their guns at the rubble on the high slope. It seems to have encountered the outpost of the training camp.

They shouted a few words and fired another shot at my feet, sending a puff of smoke and dust. I pointed to my ears and my mouth, pretending to be deaf and dumb.

There were two men running over there, both bearded, looking like bin Laden's brothers. They pointed a gun at me and walked slowly. When I walked to the front, I saw clearly, it was the local armed forces.

My clothes are similar to theirs, with the same brown skin on my cheeks, so they are much less alert. One man pointed a gun at me, and another man came and searched for my pistol.

My pistol hasn't been opened yet, so it's a shame that it's been stolen. The man who came pinched my slanted shoulder bag a few times, and then pushed me forward.

Pushed me through the pass, and there was a tent in a sheltered place. It is said to be a tent, but in fact, it is a large tarpaulin that is tattered and leaking. The four corners are pulled up, and the rope is thrown over several large stones to tie them together. Just avoid the sun.

One, two, three, four, five, I counted, five people. Three people were chasing another person, and there were two lying on the ground in front of them, which should be the outpost of the training camp, the same class of people.

The bearded man at the head was playing with my pistol and turned around to ask me questions, but I couldn't understand a word. I don't know a foreign language, but I still remember a few words in English.

I held up one hand, pointed to my ear, and then to my mouth, and screamed. Deaf people have seen it, and there was a deaf person in the neighbor before, and that's it. The person at the head motioned to the people behind me to search me.

The guy in the back took my sling bag off. As soon as it was pulled open, a bundle of dollars fell out. These people's eyes were bright, staring at the dollar on the ground. The U.S. dollar is the second most hard currency in the world after gold, and this bundle of dollars has made these people excited.

The man continued to search, searching for magazines, compasses, maps, and passports. The man at the head spread out the map and looked at it, his face changed, and he said in broken Chinese: "Huaxia? ”

I smiled and said, "Yes." "Lao Tzu finally found someone who can speak Chinese today.

The leader immediately pointed at me with that 1911 and continued to ask, "What are you doing here?" ”

I said, "Find someone." ”

He said, "Looking for whom?" ”

I said, "Two Chinese people, one fat and one thin." ”

Then he looked at me with a strange look on his face and said, "Are you an accomplice of that fat man?" ”

I nodded. It's good to know the fat man, and this time I finally got settled. Now I want to kill the other four people and leave this one who can speak Chinese.

While the leader was looking at the dollars, I glanced around out of the corner of my eye. There was only one AK47 pointed at me, and on the opposite side of the gun was a large rock, and if he fired a gun, hitting the stone, it would definitely form a ricochet. That ....... The people inside were either all dead or injured at least.

Having made up my mind, I silently recited in my heart: "Know that among the three worlds, the three worlds are empty; Knowing the emptiness of the three worlds, although there is my body, all should be empty. If you return to emptiness, you will be able to forget yourself. Those who can forget their bodies will not love their bodies again. If the body does not love, it can have nothing to love, and only love is love. ”

Extend your consciousness ten meters further outside and rush at the person with the gun at the same time. When the man saw me rushing towards him, he was so shocked that his hand shook and he threw a fire with a "Bah, Woo, Woo". And I had already come to the outside of the tent ten meters, and the man was so nervous that he finished firing dozens of bullets in the magazine.

The bullet ping-pong hit the opposite stone, and then formed a ricochet, and all the people inside fell. I rushed in again and kicked them one by one, all of them on the neck, and with a click, their necks broke.

Amitabha, I killed. Hey? Why not the Immeasurable Heavenly Venerable?

I went up to the leader and crouched down and snatched the pistol from his hand. Grass, this is a kind gun, it has never been fired, it is used to tickle the back, and it almost broke his ring.

The leader was pierced through his arm by a ricochet, and he was lying on the ground with one hand covering the injured area, howling incessantly, and cold sweat broke out. My 1911 was bloodied a lot by him, I wiped the gun on him and walked out.

When the man saw that I had not killed him, he got up and staggered out. As I walked, I said, "Pack up my things." He obediently turned around, picked it up with one hand, and then took it with him. Seeing that I had a gun in my hand, although I carried him on my back, he only had one hand and did not dare to pick up the gun.

Sweaty, he staggered over to me and handed over the sling bag. I saw the blood on the slanted shoulder bag and looked at him with disgust. This person is useful to me, knows a little Chinese, and knows where the fat man is.

I pointed a gun at him, and there was no fear in his eyes, but his wounds were still bleeding. It is still relatively rare for people to be so calm.

Me: "Pretty neat."

Him: "I'm also Chinese."

Me: "You undercover agents are really interesting, you were injured and said you were Chinese."

Him: "I'm not like you, my upline is dead. I want freedom and security. ”

Me: "You know what I want, right?"

Him: "Yes, the fat man."

Me: "And a skinny man?"

Him: "The thin man ran away, and five men were sent to chase him."

Me: "Is the fat man hurt?"

Him: "Yes, but not badly.

Me: "Who's your boss?" ”

Him: "I'm sorry, I can't say"

Me: "You say it's from Huaxia, who else knows?"

Him: "We're a one-line contact. ”

Me: "Rescue the fat man, I will testify for you." ”

Him: "But my boss is dead, and now I just want to be a good person." ”

Me: "Okay! You tell the judge to see if he lets you be a good person. ”

Him: "No one will believe me, if it is sent to trial, it will be for me to die." ”

Me: "I'm sorry, I'm just a soldier, not a judge." ”

I remember when I first joined the army, my grandfather, a white-haired lieutenant general, said to me: "If you want to choose between good and right, please choose good!" ”

But he also said: "Everything has a negative side, if the original compassion blinded the eyes and made the wrong small good, it may eventually evolve into a great evil for the entire Chinese nation!" ”

Maybe after rescuing the fat man, killing him is the right thing to do. But if he is really an undercover agent arranged by the country, then am I still right? So do I choose right or good?

These choices whipped me mercilessly. In the end, I chose to be kind.

I said, "You bandage it." Then he turned back and said, "Come out!" Aren't you tired of hiding for so long? ”

As soon as the words fell, a person walked out from behind the big stone, it was Jiang Ming. As soon as he came out, he looked at my beard and said, "Is your Infernal Affairs done?" ”

I laughed and said, "Don't tear down my platform!" Boring! ”

He stroked my beard and said, "Who helped you make this look?" ”

I punched him in the stomach and said, "It's not your Blue Moon yet, crying and calling me to save you." ”

He spread his hands, grinned and said, "Do I need to be saved?" Do you need it? I don't know how much fun I had here. It's just a dead fat man, people can't run fast when they're fat, and now they eat life in the training camp! Let him lose weight. ”

I said, "Speak human words!" ”

Jiang Mingcai said slightly discolored: "I'm grass!" I've met their Aden! ”

"Aden? What the hell? I said confusedly.

"It's the soul of their sect, but it's estimated that it's a scattered Adian, how can a Zhengren Adian appear here. It was he who took the "National Lanjing" to solidify the space with one hand, and then took the fat man down! Thankfully, I was fast! Jiang Ming patted his heart and said with a little palpitation.

"Specifically, what is the coagulation method?" I'm surprised how there are such powerful characters, and it's a bit tricky to save the fat man.

Aden, in Persian, means scholar. It is the name given by the believers to the person who presides over the religious affairs in the temple. It is generally divided into two kinds: the opening of Adian and the dispersal of Adian, the former refers to the person who is in charge of the teaching work in the temple, also known as the Zhengren Adian. The latter refers to a person who only has the title of Adian and has not been hired as a full-time Adian. Adian is familiar with the "National Lanjing" and the divine teachings, and has all kinds of techniques in the "National Lanjing".

Jiang Ming said: "That Sanban Adian took a copy of the National Lan Sutra, turned to a certain page, and read a scripture, and the surrounding space froze, like a quagmire. He was far away, and immediately withdrew while he was chanting. And the fat man looked at him with a smile. ”

I looked back at the leader, and he was already bandaged. Then I asked him again, what did you find out during this time?

He said: "Twenty FBIs are being followed, and ten scientists are here, accompanied by the two people who are from the data, and those two people are students of the scattered class of Adian, who also know magic. Before he arrived at the training camp, a white turban and a white beard suddenly appeared out of thin air in front of him, much like Gandalf in "The Lord of the Rings". At first, I thought they had brought in a prophet, but who knew it was an Aden. ”

"Why are you so careless?" Jiang Ming has always been very shrewd, will the tracking be discovered? It's really a grass dog.

"Hey, hey!" Jiang Ming smiled and said a little embarrassedly: "Among those scientists, there is a female master's student who came with her mentor, from the Great Ocean, convex and backward, very plump, I just took a few more looks." ”

"Yanma?" Doesn't he have a delicate and cute Xiaohua, and a blue moon with a model body? Can't feed him enough like this?