Maihe Sumu Aishan looked at Yang Luo's hand that had been raised in the air, he was afraid that Yang Luo's face would be furious, and he was about to say something, but he saw Yang Luo shrug his shoulders and put his hand down. %77%77%77%2e%76%6f%64%74%77%2e%63%6f%6d

Seeing that Yang Luo really didn't take it to heart, Maihe Sumu Aishan was completely relieved and said, "Don't mind, Adair is such a character." ”

Yang Luo shrugged his shoulders, he was not surprised by Adair's attitude. As the highest-level military leader of the basic 1 organization, he holds the power of life and death of countless people, and he is still alive after being wanted by the Yankees for a reward of 25 million US dollars, which proves that this person is very smart, not only smart but also his own strength should not be underestimated, so naturally he has the capital to be proud.

A few people entered the house, and Yang Luo found that the outside of the house was made of stone, which looked no different from other ordinary houses, but the inside was reinforced concrete. When passing through the gate, Yang Luo glanced at the concrete, which was at least one meter thick. Such a building is bombarded with heavy artillery, and it is estimated that it will take half an hour of continuous bombardment to destroy it. Of course, if you really bombard with heavy artillery, even if you can't destroy the building in a short time, the people inside can't withstand the shock wave and sound of the explosion, and as long as you fire two more volleys, you will have to die cleanly. There's also something called a missile, and one can raze this place to the ground.

There are a lot of rooms inside, like a labyrinth, turning into a room, this is an underground passage, go down the steps, there can be more than 20 steps, a door appears in front of you, open the door inside is a room, can have more than 200 square meters, the decoration is quite luxurious, modern facilities are everything. What drew Yang Luo's attention was that half of the space in this room was placed with wireless communication equipment.

Adair walked to the edge of the sofa and faced an old Afghan man with white hair and even a snow-white beard sitting on the sofa, and then lowered his head and said something, the old man looked up, did not get up but nodded slightly.

"I didn't expect us to meet again." The tone was very calm, and I couldn't tell whether I was happy or unhappy.

Abduraim and Abdul looked at the old man in front of them, standing there nervously, not daring to move. And Maihe Sumu Aishan also became very nervous, bent down slightly and said, "Mr. Zawahri, I am really sorry to come to see you so presumprisingly. ”

This old man was Ayman al-Zawahri, born in a wealthy family in a small town called Manadi, ten kilometers south of Cairo, Egypt, whose grandfather was a clergyman in the famous Azhar Mosque in Egypt, and his father was a well-known local professor of pharmacology. From his youth, he became a loyal follower of Islamic extremist groups such as the Muslim Brotherhood and deeply revered the group's spiritual leader, Syed Qutbu Zawahri. He joined a radical Islamic extremist group in '73, graduated from the Faculty of Medicine of Cairo University, Egypt's most prestigious university, a year later, and later obtained a master's degree in surgery to open a clinic on the outskirts of Cairo. In '93, the Egyptian Islamic Jihad was established, and in '98 it merged with the base 1 led by Raden, and its status can be described as being under one person and above 10,000 people.

If Radhin is compared to the spiritual leader of the Q1 organization, then Zawahiri is the prime minister. As Ra1den's most trusted friend, he is the chief strategist of the base 1 and the top planner of most terrorist attacks. The most famous was the 9/11 terrorist attacks that shocked the world. The Yankees' security department once said that Laden is the biggest threat to US security, and Zawahri's existence is a disaster for the United States. The US side and intelligence agencies racked their brains to try to catch Zawahri, but to no avail. When Ra1den died, al-Zawahiri became the successor of the world's number one terrorist.

Zawahiri smiled slightly, "I'm glad you came back alive, but you shouldn't have brought heretics here." ”

Zawahiri spoke in a soft voice and with a smile on his face, but his face turned pale.

"Mr. Zawahri, they are not infidels, they are my brothers, and without them I would not have returned."

Zawahiri waved his hand, "You know, I don't see anyone but Allah's servants. ”

A layer of fine beads of sweat appeared on Maihe Sumu Aishan's head, and Yang Luo laughed: "Mr. Zawahri, although I am not a servant of Allah, I am a warrior, and there is a world in my heart, and this world will become a reality, only you and Maihe Sumu Aishan can achieve it, so I came." I don't think you will refuse a true warrior to create a new world with you. ”

Zawahiri didn't look at Yang Luo all the time, and only when he heard Yang Luo speak, did he turn his gaze. There was a sparkle of wisdom in his eyes, but with a coldness, his body naturally revealed a powerful momentum.

"A real warrior? Under Allah's guidance, we are all warriors. ”

Yang Luo's right arm shook, the dagger slipped into his hand, Adair's body tensed suddenly, and his right hand grasped the handle of the saber at his waist.

Yang Luo had a faint smile on his face, and his left hand grabbed the blade, and blood shot out instantly between his fingers. Then Yang Luo pulled out the dagger in his left hand little by little, just like in slow motion in a movie, everyone could see that as Yang Luo pulled out the dagger, the wound on the edge of the palm became bigger and bigger, and the blood flowed more and more, and the smile on Yang Luo's face remained unchanged, still so calm.

Zawahri's eyes narrowed, and Adair's face changed, and his brow jumped. If he stabbed the dagger into his body and pulled it out quickly, he could endure such pain. After all, people like him, who often face the rain of bullets and struggle in the war for half their lives, physical injuries are already commonplace. But like Yang Luo, like a saw, pulling the wound little by little, this is definitely not something that ordinary people can endure.

And what shocked him the most was that whether it was the left hand holding the blade or the right hand holding the dagger, there was no trembling, it was so stable, like a cold machine, stable and impeccable.

Yang Luo's right hand suddenly raised, bringing up a string of blood beads, and then slowly spread out his left hand, only to see that there was a huge wound on the palm of his left hand, and the bones were visible. Seeing this scene, even if Adair had already regarded life and death as impersonal, he couldn't tremble in his heart. Especially the faint smile on Yang Luo's face, he was free and easy to the extreme. I looked up at him, but I had a feeling of being on top.

Every member of the base is a fanatical religious believer with extreme beliefs, and they can create miracles with ordinary bodies. But if you want to become a true warrior, you must dare to face a powerful enemy, no matter who you are, if you dare to challenge their faith and challenge Allah, even if you are strong, you will ignore your own life and death, ignore the pain of your body, and instantly burst out of the terrible power far from the limit of ordinary people, and destroy the enemy. And Yang Luo is a real warrior, and his body has long exceeded the limit of ordinary people's suffering.

The whole space became very silent, and everyone was silent. I don't know how long it took, but there was a monotonous but rhythmic applause.

"Smack...... Bang bang ......"

The silence was broken by applause, and Zawahiri clapped and said, "There is an old Chinese saying that there is a sky outside the sky, and there are people outside the people. Adair, now you know what that means. ”

Adair looked at Yang Luo and suddenly laughed, this was the first time he had laughed, "Dear foreign brother, you are very brave and powerful, you are indeed a real warrior, please forgive me for being unreasonable just now." He stretched out his hand very sincerely.

Yang Luo looked at him and said lightly: "I won't extend my hand to someone who has rejected me for the second time." ”

Adair was stunned for a moment, and then laughed again: "Dear foreign brother, you really surprised me and impressed me. After speaking, he untied the saber at his waist, "Take it, it is a gift for me to make amends." ”

Yang Luo still did not stretch out his hand, Adair continued: "This saber has been following me, I don't know how many enemies have died under its sharp blade, it can be said that it has become my best friend, and it also represents the honor of a warrior." Now I give you, a warrior like me, and I hope you will not fail it and drink the blood of your enemies with it. ”

Yang Luo hesitated, and finally took the saber. Maihesumu, Aishan and Abdureyim, as well as Abdur, had smiles on their faces.

Adair patted Yang Luo's shoulder, and then looked at Maihe Sumu Aishan: "Say, what is the matter with you coming over?" ”

"I want to tell the world that I have come back, so I need the cooperation of my Pakistani brothers. ”

Adair looked at Zawahri, who nodded, and Adair said, "Yes, notify me when you will act." ”

Maihe Sumu Aishan bowed slightly: "Thank you, then I won't bother." "I'm going to go.

Adair said, "Wait! After saying that, he walked to the wall and pressed a yellow button, and after a short time, a young Afghan in a white robe walked in with a medicine box.

Adair pointed at Yang Luo and said, "His hand is injured, help him deal with it." ”

The young man nodded, frowning when he saw the wound on Yang Luo's left hand, and then opened the medicine box, took out the needle and medicine in it and was about to inject Yang Luo.

Yang Luo grabbed the needle: "What kind of medicine is this?" ”

The young man said dissatisfiedly: "Anesthetic, the injury on your hand is very serious and needs to be stitched." ”

"Smack" Yang Luo's crushed needle, "Are you insulting me?" As a fighter, there is no need for anesthetics. Also, the anesthetic will paralyze the nerves, and if I encounter an enemy, it will make my reflexes decrease. ”

The young man looked at Yang Luo as if he was looking at a madman: "Are you really sure you don't need anesthetics?" ”

Yang Luo said: "No! ”

The young man nodded: "Okay, I hope you don't cry, and I hope you can still stand after I finish stitching." After speaking, he took out the anti-inflammatory water to disinfect Yang Luo's wound, and then looked at Yang Luo with a suture needle, "Are you ready?" ”

Yang Luo smiled slightly: "Sewn it!" ”

The suture needle stabbed into Yang Luo's palm, and then picked it up, and blood streaked out. However, Yang Luo did not have any expression on his face, and calmly watched as the suture needle pierced into the palm of his hand one by one, and the wound closed with the tension of the sutures.