The next destination is the east of the city, vaguely out of the Relu Saliang City, which is estimated to belong to a town actually owned by the former Palesdam, but the specific location Wu Ming really can't say, because he was blindfolded, like an intermediary who came to trade with the kidnappers, and was taken into the car in a daze.

When Wu Ming slowly regained his vision by leaning on the body, a barren Gobi village under the afterglow of the setting sun appeared in front of him.

Dozens of adobe houses, mostly dilapidated and inhabited, are scattered between ravines, and far south are the barbed wire-fenced roads. It looks like a deserted village completely destroyed by zombies, or a horror movie location that is rarely visited even in broad daylight, and in the evening, even hungry and thirsty lost travelers are not so bold to visit.

It's a great retreat, if you can endure the hardships......

After arriving at the destination, the fierce mastiff led the way, and Dr. Durr accompanied Wu Ming, occasionally asking about the zombie's nervous system, and nothing else. When he came here, Titer also settled down, like a demure lady, obediently following behind, with a solemn expression and not saying a word.

As he passed by the dilapidated earthen houses, Wu Ming noticed that some vigilant gazes were flickering in the shadows. But they all knew each other, and they didn't break the silence to ask, because the three faces beside Wu Ming were the passes here.

Entering the depths of the deserted village, it was rare to open up, and a dirt slope occupied the commanding heights nearby. In the center of the slope, the stone wall encloses a small courtyard, and the innermost is a three-story building, with monitoring equipment on all sides of the dome above, and it is estimated that the opening next to it should also be guarded. There is no doubt that this is where the big man lived.

When the mastiff stood in front of the west-facing main entrance, before he could knock on it, the heavy wooden door creaked open, and an old arab with a silver-bearded face was waiting there. He poked his head out and looked out a few times, then nodded to Dr. Doerr:

"Daddy has been waiting for a long time, Doctor, if you come a little later, he will have to rest."

Dr. Durr smiled apologetically at the old man, "I understand, I don't think it will be long. ”

The doctor turned around and grabbed Wu Ming's arm and brought him to the old man: "This is the person Daddy wants to see." ”

The old man swept Wu Ming up and down with his eyes, and there seemed to be some sadness in his eyes: "This little guy will make him too excited, haven't you considered changing a set of clothes for him?" ”

Dr. Durr shrugged, "There's no way to remedy it, Daddy has seen him like this through the video, otherwise how would he be so eager to see him." ”

"Is it to your liking, this cunning thing!" The old man's tone was not really accusatory, but more amused and helpless.

But he was actually right, that was Wu Ming's real intention.

Dr. Dür's palm came out and sent Wu Ming directly to the old man, while he himself respectfully retreated, it seemed that the only person the father planned to meet was Wu Ming, a distinguished guest, and the other three were just entourage.

"Uh...... This ......," Wu Ming looked back as if asking for help.

At this point, he was really cramped, even if the three people were actually not familiar with him, he still hoped that they could be by his side, after all, this was a big event, and he probably couldn't deal with it.

But the three of them stood there without sympathy, and didn't even say a word, only Tite smiled sweetly and blinked, which could be regarded as giving Wu Ming some spiritual encouragement.

"Please, little one, you don't want to see the devil, you don't need to be so cowardly."

The old man said lightly, sideways to open the door, raised his palms slightly forward, compared to the depths of the courtyard, and then walked out on his own.

There is a light in the small window on the first floor, and it is also the only light in the entire deserted village.

Wu Ming couldn't answer, so he had to take a breath secretly, and hurriedly took steps to follow closely.

The courtyard was in a dilapidated state, full of weeds and gravel, and there was not a decent road, and it was estimated that the owner of the yard seldom walked outside, and the servant in charge of cleaning was lazy, and left the land to be deserted.

Wu Ming was a little disappointed by this, and couldn't help but doubt his speculation: Is it really the big man waiting in the room?

Although the big man is still in a low-key dormant period at the moment, and he should live a life of seclusion, such a residence is so simple that it can be called a kind of self-abuse. In fact, this location took advantage of the darkness under the lights, and his opponents never dreamed that he would run to the most hostile area, even if he made himself more comfortable, I am afraid that he would not expose the target, right?

The courtyard is not wide, only about fifty meters, but the old man's square steps are very slow, and at the same time, I don't know if there is any kind of change in his heart, Wu Ming always feels that this short section of the road seems to have been walking for half an hour.

Finally, after bypassing the small dry flower bed, the main entrance of the small building arrived.

The door was unlocked, and could be opened with a single pull, as if the owner was always welcoming guests, or rather, in this deserted place, the door lock and the like were unnecessary.

Walking into the dimly lit hall, I turned to the right, and before I could go three meters, a pale yellow light came through the crack in the door of the room. Stopping in front of the door, the old man tapped the door twice, and then waited there respectfully.

"I've taken the medicine," said the old voice, coming from the room, in Arabic, "and there's still an hour before bedtime, can you let me be quiet a little longer, pestering Subait?" ”

The old man shook his head and raised his voice slightly: "It's not that I'm bothering you, Osama, it's you who brought it on yourself. I've got a little guy here that you'd like to see, and I'm sure you'll have forgotten all about it. ”

"Oh, look, I forgot." The man inside laughed, and turned to the stiff language of the League, "Is that the young and brute king?" If he hasn't been killed by you, and he's still alive, then invite him in, I can't wait. ”

The old man, known as "Subait", also smiled, although he had heard such jokes for most of his life, but every time the same voice sounded in his ears, he felt extremely happy.

He pushed open the door, turned back and nodded to Wu Ming, but did not forget to give a verbal warning in a deep voice:

"Watch what you say and do! I'll wait here, and I have to remind you that the scimitar in my sleeve is sharper than the eagle's beak. ”

"Then you must stand firm, but don't drop the scimitar and cut the surface of your foot." Wu Ming almost raised his hand in surrender, "I also want to rest assured that no matter if the one inside is a devil or an angel, I will be respectful to him, even if I want to sign an agreement with him to sell my soul, I will not hesitate." ”

The old man rolled his eyes and retreated into the shadows silently, his movements silent and his attitude quite peaceful.

From this style, it can be seen that this old man named Subait used to be a bodyguard, and now he has probably changed his career to become a housekeeper. I think he should have been quite popular back then, and it is estimated that he is not less wallowing in the pile of dead people, but now, he is just a paper tiger, in addition to bluffing, there is also a little bit of posture, if you really want to hold the knife in your hand, I am afraid that I will no longer be able to handle the proportions, and I have long lost my level.

Wu Ming didn't say anything more, secretly stabilized his emotions, stretched the corners of his clothes, and strode into the room.

Under his feet is a thick felt blanket, which is fairly clean, but some areas are a little yellowish, and it is estimated that it should be some years.

The room was spacious, not the bedroom you expected, but a study, and a study in the traditional sense, because the books were real books, not virtual reading materials stored on electronic chips. The old books were organized and neatly arranged on the shelves that covered the two walls, and there were roughly estimated to be thousands of them. Wu Ming only glanced at it, and saw all kinds of sect classics and works related to politics and economics.

There is a gap in the shelf, and it is natural to think about it, it is the indispensable copy of the Quran that rests on the owner's lap.

The owner of the house was in a wheelchair next to the floor lamp.

He was dressed in the traditional white robe of the Arab people, with no turban on his head, his gray hair was disheveled back to his head, and his long beard hung down to his chest, which was also gray. Too much white, coupled with the foil of the lights, makes him look a little dazzling, and the whole person seems to be disguised as a saint wearing a halo on his head, which makes it impossible to look at directly.

However, Wu Ming still saw it clearly.

He was scrawny, especially with an extremely thin face, deep-set cheeks, and prominent cheekbones, which made the reading glasses on the bridge of his high nose appear disproportionately wide. Fortunately, his eyes are also surprisingly large, which somewhat makes up for some of the abruptness. Regrettably, his eyeballs were cloudy, and the drooping corners of his eyes made the already excessive whites of his eyes more pronounced, and it was impossible to deduce from imagination alone what kind of fierce light those eyes had shown in the past.

Although he has been confined to a wheelchair and the years have made him rickety, it is impossible to observe his overall shape, judging from his upper body alone, he should not be short, at least more than 190 cm.

If this image were stronger, less wrinkled, and preferably more than twenty years younger, Wu Ming would definitely be able to match the image data stored in his mind, but now, he was an ordinary arab old man who was dying, and he had nothing to do with the legendary demon-like figure.

But the intimidating Subait had already called out his real name: Osama.

There is no doubt that he is who he is-

The former number one leader of the polar organization, who planned and carried out the 9/12 terrorist attack 31 years ago, was announced dead by Mi ** 21 years ago, but in fact escaped through a bag drop and has been hiding in the shadows to recuperate, 75-year-old Osama Binladan !