readx;? Instead of sleeping in the soft bed that old Nadal had arranged for him, White sneaked into the ruins on the left side of the villa. Pen, Fun, Pavilion www.biquge.info [Burning ^ Text ^ Library]

This is supposed to be the old Nadal's original servant's room, which has been reduced to rubble after the bombing, with some miscellaneous items piled up here haphazardly, and even a canvas used on the construction site.

Although it doesn't have the advantage of being on the top floor of a villa, it is closer to the street, allowing you to control every subtle movement on the street up close.

White believes that this place is the best, and even if the instructor chooses it, it will be this place.

No one would be stupid enough to abandon a soft bed and come to such a cold, uneven place, not even the crazy Chinese.

Thinking of Redon, there was only one word left in White's mind to describe madness.

The thin Oriental is obviously not as burly as himself, but his fighting ability is beyond his reach.

Lei Dong completely subverted the image of the Oriental in White's mind, it turned out that they were not as timid and fearful as Westerners traditionally believed, thin and powerless, and always used non-interference in the internal affairs of other countries to cover up their cowardly image.

It turns out that they are also very violent, even violent and terrible.

White remembered an Eastern proverb: It's none of your business, hang high.

The instructor quoted it when he first explained China's national policy, and it seems that this sentence provides their country with a sufficient reason not to interfere in the internal affairs of other countries, and whether what is happening in that country is just or not, they will say that it is an internal matter of another country, and it is inconvenient for us to interfere, even if we have the ability to do so.

However, is there really anything in the world that has nothing to do with you?

Isn't the turmoil happening in the Middle East affecting China?

With vast swathes of Syria and Iraq in the Black Death's hands, and China's early investment of tens of billions of dollars in vain, shouldn't they be distressed at all about wasting their own people's money?

The Jihadist not only wants to control Iraq and Syria, but their goals and ambitions are beyond imagination to create a vast pan-Arab state, whose planned territory includes a province in western China, and whose chief leader, al-Baghdadi, has already proclaimed himself caliph.

If nothing is done to prevent this development, the turmoil in the Middle East will soon spread to China.

In fact, China is already suffering the consequences, and the jihadist army's international legion, which includes separatists from that western province of China, who have undergone rigorous and systematic combat training in Iraq and Syria, are already clamoring to fight back and do the same terrible things in China.

Once upon a time, White has been lamenting that it is simply a shame that the world's second largest economy, a powerful country with the world's largest army, and a strong country that has led the world economically for a long time, is so weak militarily that even small Vietnam and the Philippines dare not provoke.

However, after only one day of contact with Redon, White completely changed this view.

Maybe I just saw the surface, that mysterious ancient country in the East has its own way of doing things, they are not weak, let alone short-sighted, but have been doing some efforts that the world does not know.

He's a madman, White reiterates his judgment, and suddenly feels a chill run over his vest.

In fact, White didn't like to be with Raydon, as it would make him feel uncomfortable, as if he was being targeted by a hungry wolf all the time.

Without him, with the skills he learned in the Royal Navy, surviving in Aleppo should not be a problem.

Even if you encounter danger, you can still run, Turkey is not far away, refugees can run over, and you are a special soldier.

Even if the most terrible thing happens, and you are surrounded by the Black Death, it doesn't matter.

Death is actually not terrible, White thinks that he is enough, and more importantly, he repented before he died, and did something meaningful to the common people, so he should not go to hell, right?

However, even White couldn't understand why he chose to stay.

Do you want to see how much of a storm this mysterious Oriental can make in Aleppo?

Or do you subconsciously admit that it would be safer to be with him?

Looking up, White glanced again at the sides of the street in front of him.

It's a habit, done every few seconds, and White has to make sure he's in control of everything on the street.

There was still no movement, lifeless, not to mention people, not even a wild dog.

Because of the curfew and the control of the lights imposed by the Black Death, after half past eight in the evening, the whole of Aleppo was plunged into a terrible darkness, and no one dared to wander the streets, not even the windows of their own houses.

Because no one was sure when a bullet would suddenly fly over, even the Black Death were not sure.

In such a cruel environment, that madman Lei Dong actually went to reconnoitre, and it was a reconnaissance of the well-defended Great Castle, which was simply a suicide.

It's been more than five hours, and White is a little anxious, and he has even begun to wonder if Redon is dead or caught?

At most, wait another hour, and if Lei Dong doesn't show up, he will have to think about evacuating.

Although Redon seemed strong, White did not believe that he could keep his mouth shut under the brutal interrogation methods of the Black Death, and that he would not be able to escape once he confessed that he was at Nadal's house.

"Smack!" suddenly there was a strange sound in the direction of the gate, and it seemed that a small stone had fallen to the ground.

White's muscles tensed suddenly, and the muzzle of the gun was instantly pointed in the direction of the door.

Five seconds, ten seconds, nothing happened, and just as White was about to give up, a black figure suddenly burst out.

It turned out to be a feral cat, and White breathed a sigh of relief and slowly lowered the muzzle of the gun.

However, before White could breathe away, he suddenly felt something press on his shoulder.

White stiffened instantly, he clearly knew that it was a man's hand, but he didn't know how that person came to him.

Despair struck him, and White closed his eyes.

Perhaps, the next second will be a cold dagger!

"The location was well chosen, but unfortunately the vigilance was a little worse. ”

The familiar voice came, and White turned his head suddenly, so he saw Redon's smiling face.

"You...... How did you get here?"

"Come on!" Redon patted White on the shoulder and said, "Let's go, it's four o'clock in the morning, and there won't be any danger." Hurry back and get some sleep, we have to watch the Great Trial in the morning. ”

White followed Redon back to Nadal's villa like a puppet and asked in disbelief, "Surely you didn't go out, you were testing me?" I kept staring at the street in front of me, and no one could escape my eyes. ”

"Hehe, don't be too confident, those skills taught by your Royal Navy are basically useless here. Back in the bedroom, Lei Dong pulled the quilt and got in, and said, "I went out, checked the four streets, and went into the big castle to observe the terrain. ”

"Four streets, and you're still in the Great Castle?" White screamed in his head, is this something humans can do, could it be that the Black Death's defenses are all tofu scum, or that this Oriental can do stealth?

Lei Dong smiled: "Tell you a good news or a bad news, which one do you want to hear first?"

"I like to hear the bad news first. "White has already thrown himself to the ground for the five-body body that Lei Dong admires.

"The bad news is that the Black Dead in charge of attacking Kampa suffered a defeat, with more than 500 of the 3,000 killed and more than 1,000 wounded. "Lei Dong was so tired that he didn't even take off his clothes.

White laughed, "This should be good news. ”

Redon yawned and said, "No, the leader of that army was killed, and his men were absorbed by Shahman, which means that the number of Black Death Apostles in Aleppo will increase by more than two thousand." ”

White asked, "Indeed, what about the good news?"

"The good news is that Bashar has gathered enough troops and reached an agreement with Turkey, and the second battle of Aleppo is about to begin," Redon said. ”

White smiled wryly: "Your thinking is very different from mine, this is obviously bad news." As soon as the fighting begins, Bashar will bomb Aleppo, and we may well turn into cannon fodder. ”

"Wrong, as soon as there is a war, there will be chaos here, and the more chaos there is, the better it will be for us. Lei Dong snorted again and never spoke again.

"What a monster!" White muttered, pulling back the covers and falling asleep.

Because of the midnight vigil, White was already sleepy, and soon fell asleep, and in his sleep he even dreamed of his ex-wife and his son, who was less than two months old.

It's nice to have a son, fany, he even smiles at his father who has never met.

"Uncle White, get up for breakfast!" Suddenly, White felt someone pushing him and sat up suddenly.

The sky was already bright, and the sound of people and cars came from the streets outside, and when I looked at the time, it was already eight o'clock in the morning.

"Captain, get up and eat. White shouted casually and prepared to get out of bed.

But suddenly, White was stunned, the bed opposite was neatly folded, like a tofu block, but the shadow of Redon had long been gone.

What about people, when did he leave, why didn't he notice it at all?

He ran four blocks in one night, and even entered the Great Castle to investigate, he should be more tired than me, how could he still be so energetic?

"Uncle White, that Chinese uncle is gone. Little Nadal smiled and held a button-like thing, and said, "That uncle said that there will be a big trial outside the big castle this morning." He told you to take this with you, without weapons, and try to get as close as possible. ”

White recognized it at a glance as a radio transmitter, apparently trying for him to relay the message of the trial.

"What a madman!" White reached for the button.

But little Nadal withdrew his hand and said: "My grandfather said that it may be dangerous for you to go, and if I go with my grandfather, the Black Death will not suspect us." ”

"You're going?" White's brow tightened.

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