Lebanon's Mediterranean climate makes Tripoli very hot and dry in the summer, and I can't sleep when I lie in bed.

Thinking about Liu Weiwei's affairs in my heart, I don't know what to do. Coming to the Middle East on impulse was not a wise choice. But if you don't come, it's not what a man should do. In a daze, a cool sea breeze came at night, and the temperature finally dropped, and I slept until the next morning. After waking up, we had breakfast at the hotel.

The hotel manager took me to the parking lot and a Jeep Wrangler was ready for me. There was also a guide in the car, in his twenties, about my age. He did not wear the white robes that traditional Muslims would wear, but an army-green military uniform, but there were no markings on his body. It should not belong to all kinds of power, and he has a saber hanging from his waist. I know that he is a bounty hunter. Or it can also be said that the characters of personal bodyguards and the like.

The hotel manager introduced me: "This is Sabah and speaks Arabic, English and French. It should come in handy for you. As for weapons, I think Sabah can help you find what you're looking for. ”

I nodded and paid the Wrangler hire like the hotel. With the third child, he got on the Wrangler and drove from Sabah to Damascus.

Tripoli is located on the far left of Lebanon and is the second largest city in Lebanon. The journey from Tripoli to Damascus can be taken by land, and it should take half a day. Before leaving, Sabah told me: "I think we should buy some weapons in Lebanon." ”

"Can't you go to Damascus and buy it again?" I asked him rhetorically.

He smacked his mouth and said, "I think, where we go, the enemy will give us weapons, nothing more than bullets." ”

I laughed and said, "Take me to see your arsenal." ”

Sabah turned the car around and entered a large mountain. The climate in the Middle East is extremely dry, the scorching sun has left the whole land without grass, the ground is yellow, and the roads are unusually rough, and it takes an hour to walk out of the middle of the road. Sabah finally led us to a small town with an army of people of all colors, and I even saw two black-haired and yellow-skinned Asians in it.

Sabah led me to a house and was stunned as soon as I opened the door. It's full of weapons, from pistols, rifles, machine guns to howitzers, MANPADS, and even the Gatling, a battlefield killer. Sabah introduced to me: "Here, if you have a need. We might be able to provide you with missiles to shoot down airliners. ”

I rejected him: "No, I'm just here to save people." ”

Sabah greeted the old guy in the shop, who brought him an M4 and two Desert Eagle pistols. I turned my head to look at the third child, the third child took the M4 in his hand, casually looked at it and threw it on the table, as for the desert eagle, he weighed it and threw it to me, I shrugged my shoulders at Sabah, Sabah understood what I meant.

They also brought a Colt M733 and a carbine assault rifle. The third child picked it up and loaded the gun. Then he nodded at me, and I said to Sabah: "Equipped with ten magazines, and equivalent ammunition." ”

"God, are you going to war?" Sabah was a little incredulous.

I said, "No, I just want to save people." ”

When things were loaded into the car, I turned to look at Sabah and smiled, "Don't you have a weapon?" ”

Sabah brought a worn-out RPK and boasted to us, "I use this, you don't have to pay for it." ”

I nodded, "OK, let's go." ”

The Wrangler hit the road again, this time towards Damascus. Sabah was very talkative, and along the way he told me about the current situation in Damascus, where the local opposition launched a terrorist attack on the embassy in Damascus. Journalists who have been seriously injured and stationed elsewhere in Syria have also been attacked and abducted by the opposition.

I was a little heavy-hearted, and Sabah had told me about his experience. He is a Afghan who fought with the U.S. military in his early years. Since then, he has been active in the Middle East, specializing in murder and kidnapping. Now he is an arms dealer and a professional bodyguard, and he is the number one person in Lebanon. I smiled and didn't speak.

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As the Wranglers deepened, the entire Middle East landscape was gradually revealed. Bare mountain ridges and wild wolves roaming the desert have become a major feature here, and the road has an unobstructed view, looking like a ribbon across the Gobi. Actually, it can't be called a highway either. Because this road has long been destroyed by wind and sand.

As the car gets closer to Syria, there are more and more checkpoints to pass through, and it is natural that we, the vehicle loaded with weapons, will not escape its fate. But fortunately, I prepared a lot of green flower tickets. If you hand over the money, it won't go through the cross-examination. When the car arrived at the junction of Lebanon and Syria, a heavily guarded pass became an impassable mountain.

Preliminary observations indicate that at least fifty men are stationed at this pass. Equipped with towers, heavy machine guns, and three powerful off-road vehicles, Sabah exclaimed, "O prophet! What to do if the opposition actually took control of the border passes. ”

I pondered for a while, pinned the Desert Eagle to my waist, pulled Saba out of the car, and said to the third child in the car, "You stay in the car, and the two of us will go over and ask." ”

The third nodded.

Despite Sabah's reluctance, I was led up to the officers stationed in the station in the hope that they would let us go. As I spoke, I also handed over the green bill, and the officer looked at it carefully, five hundred yuan. Without saying a word, he stuffed the money into his pocket, and then said a bunch of words, and Sabah translated for me: "He still has to check the vehicle." ”

I handed over the dollars again, this time a thousand dollars.

The opposition officers quietly put the money in their pockets and then yelled at me, shouting for the vehicle to be checked.

At this moment, the three soldiers walked towards the Wrangler and asked the third child to get out of the car. The third child got out of the car, leaned on the side of the car, and a soldier got into the car. When I saw the RPK in the car, I took it out and danced as if I had discovered something important. But the next moment, the third man punched him in the head, and the soldier with the RPK flew out of the sky sideways. Then the third child took the carbine directly from the car and shot at the other two soldiers in two points, killing them.

Turn around and flip and aim directly at the soldiers on the tower. One shot killed the soldier who was in control of the heavy machine gun, and then hid behind the car. Seeing this, Sabah and I started without saying a word. Sabah took out the Desert Eagle and shot the officer in the thigh, and the two of us stepped forward to get the officer under control. I told Sabah that he had to be used as a hostage now, or he would never leave here.

Sabah yelled, "You're letting me die, offending the opposition, I don't want to mess around in the Middle East." ”

I said, "Now we are grasshoppers on a rope, and if I die, you won't live." ”

"!" Sabah scolded me in English I didn't understand, but that's what I guess meant.

More than 20 soldiers rushed over and surrounded the two of us, and Sabah yelled at them, and the people around them looked at each other, but they did not dare to step forward. I looked at the officer in my arms, took my dollars back from his pocket, smashed him twice in the face with the butt of my gun, and said to the third child: "Drive here." ”

[I'm really sorry for being late.] Another thing to illustrate, there are two cities in the Middle East called Tripoli. One is the capital of Libya and the other is the port city of Lebanon. And the book refers to the port city of Lebanon. 】