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What is Lei Dong going to do, beating a Black Dead in front of him, isn't this causing trouble for his family?

Near the window sill on the second floor, White saw a little doorway, gritted his teeth and said: "The Chinese are too cunning, such a good method, why didn't I think of it?"

Amida had been urging White to kill Aziz, and when she heard it, she asked, "What's the best way?"

"The Second Battle of Aleppo is about to begin, and the Black Death are conscripting on a massive scale. At such times, as long as a man in good health, as long as he expresses his willingness to fight side by side with them, he can join their team almost without hindrance. White stomped his foot, shoved the gun back under the bed, and said, "This Aziz is the bodyguard of Deputy Governor Fahd, and now that Fahd is dead, he will most likely become Shahman's bodyguard." The Chinese want to get close to Sha and Man and assassinate Sha and Man!"

Amida's eyes lit up and she asked, "Didn't he say that he wasn't interested in the conditions put forward by our Nadal family?"

"He deliberately made me let my guard down, the Chinese are too cunning." White said in annoyance, "He's eyeing Shahman, so I'll have to go find that Hariri." Armida, if I can kill Hariri, you must marry me, not him. Because he is not a Muslim, he is a cunning Chinese!"

"Mr. White, you seem to have forgotten that having me is the reward for killing two people, and if you can only kill one, you will only get that Damascus scimitar. Convinced that Redon would also join the action, Armida was overjoyed, and the anger of the afternoon suddenly vanished.

White was sweating: "Two people, you let me assassinate al-Baghdadi, you might as well let me kill myself!"

"Yes, you can figure out how to kill al-Baghdadi, I'll go downstairs. Armida grimaced and scurried downstairs.

"What are you doing, don't you know this Black Death Apostle is here for you?" White stomped his foot in frustration.

"I know, that's why I'm going down. I understand Mr. Lei's words now, sometimes in order to achieve the goal, you really have to do something against your will. Amida kept walking, shouting as she walked, "Nadal, come out!"

"Aunt Amida, what's the matter?" little Nadal was actually on the first floor, leaning on the window watching the excitement.

"Come out, come with me!" Amida pushed open the door and ran to Aziz's side, and while tidying up his messy clothes, he asked distressedly: "Aziz, how is it, did you fall?" Turning his head, Armida yelled at Redon: "McRae, you are an employee of our family, how can you treat our guests like this? From now on, you are fired!"

"Miss Amida, don't fire me, I haven't been paid for more than half a year, and my wife and children are still waiting to buy food!"

Aziz was so happy that he never expected Amida to run out and tidy up her clothes.

Those little hands are really soft, and when they touch my face, they are actually numb!

"Miss Armida, Mr. McRae is not to blame for this, I asked for a duel with him. Mr. McRae is very strong, and I am convinced!" "In front of the beautiful woman who was pleasant, Aziz was like a polite gentleman, and hurriedly bent down to pick up the bouquet, handed it over respectfully, and said: "Beautiful Miss Amida, I will never forget it at noon, I rushed over as soon as the training was over, and I saw these flowers on the road very beautiful, I don't know if you like it or not?"

"Is this for me?" Amity took the flowers with both hands and said exaggeratedly, "It's so beautiful, I like it so much, no one has ever given me flowers!"

"But...... Mr. McRae said you like red roses?" Aziz glared at Redon.

"He's a Chinese and doesn't know what romance is. Amida also glared at Lei Dong and said, "Mr. Aziz, welcome to our house, please come in, I'll make you coffee!"

"Miss Amida, please!" Aziz bowed.

Lei Dong scratched his head, not knowing what kind of trouble Amida was making.

But fortunately, after such a fuss from Amida, Aziz, a guy who was carried away by hormones, has basically lost his judgment.

So, Lei Dong walked a few steps quickly, pulled the corner of Aziz's clothes, and whispered: "Mr. Aziz, Mr. Nadal has a bit of a stubborn temper, you have to be mentally prepared?"

Aziz's expression changed, he flipped the gift box in his hand, and said confidently: "Every father has a very stubborn temper before giving away the pearl in his palm, this is a tradition, and I have been ready for it a long time ago." ”

The door opened, and Nadal Jr. greeted him first: "Uncle Aziz, welcome!"

"Little Nadal, our little hero, what do you see your uncle has brought you?" Aziz opened a gift box, took out a plastic toy gun and said, "Look, this is a gun, it can spray water, you can practice killing enemies at home." ”

Nadal's family is well-off, as the eldest son and eldest grandson, the little Nadal is endlessly doted on by the old Nadal, before the war began, the little Nadal's toys filled a room, and the luxury was absolutely unimaginable for Aziz, a turtle.

However, little Nadal adhered to his usual cleverness, and immediately cheered, took the toy gun and jumped: "Thank you, Uncle Aziz, I always wanted a toy gun like this!"

"Hahaha, when you're a little older, you can play real + gun, and then your uncle will teach you. Aziz smiled and touched little Nadal's hair, followed Amida into the living room, held the gift box in both hands, and said to the old Nadal who was sitting on the sofa and sank like water: "Dear Mr. Nadal, I apologize for the offense to you and your family at noon, this is a gift I have prepared, please smile!"

Old Nadal snorted: "Don't dare, how dare we, ordinary people with bare hands, accept gifts from you mujahideen with guns?"

"Dad, Aziz is here to apologize, he is a cultured man!" Amida, pouting, walked over and nudged his father.

Aziz said: "Mr. Nadal, you may have misunderstood us. The purpose of our jihadists is to establish an Islamic State that will unify the whole world, and to make good life for Muslims all over the world, especially Muslims like you, Amida and Little Nadal. ”

"Look at what Aleppo has become now, is this a good life, and a good life is just a way to kill people casually?"

"Dear Mr. Nadal, the current situation in Aleppo is not caused by us, but by the Assad regime, which is the blockade and suppression of us by the infidels led by Britain and the United States. Aziz was a pure Black Death, and therefore felt the need to explain, stepped forward and said: "As for the killing, it is the pain that must be experienced on the way to the realization of our great ideals. They are all infidels and apostates, and to kill them is to purify their souls and to be the greatest mercy to them!"

Old Nadal sneered and said: "Mercy, if it was you who was killed, would you also think that it was mercy?"

"That is, of course, mercy, to die for jihad, and I will go to heaven and enjoy the seven virgins who will never grow old that Allah has given me, and enjoy the river of happiness that flows with milk and honey. Aziz yearns for it.

"Ridiculous, people like you would ......" old Nadal stood up.

"Father, this is not the hospitality of our Nadal family!" Seeing that the two were tense, Amida hurriedly pressed his father's shoulder to make him sit down again, and then opened the gift box sent by Aziz, and suddenly exclaimed in surprise: "Father, look, this is a golden hookah, handmade in Saudi Arabia." Mr. Aziz, you are so sweet, how do you know that my father likes to smoke hookah?"

"Golden hookah?" said Nadal Sr. was shocked, staring at the hookah.

Aziz didn't expect that he was crooked, and the gift was right, so he pretended to be generous and said: "The man who smokes can see at a glance, I found out that Uncle Nadal likes to smoke hookah at noon today, so I went all over Aleppo to buy this hookah, I hope Uncle Nadal can like it." ”

"I like it, I like it so much!" Old Nadal stood up tremblingly, and walked upstairs with a golden hookah in both hands: "I'm tired, McRae, help entertain the guests!"

Redon was stunned, instinctively aware that the old Nadal had been stimulated in some way, but apparently Aziz had not yet realized it.

Aziz was already a little flustered, thinking that the golden hookah must have touched Nadal's heart, and had already acquiesced in his pursuit of Amida.

As a result, Aziz became more polite, sitting in the living room and talking.

Of course, it is impossible for a person like him to talk about anything noble, nothing more than how brave he fought in battle, how many enemies he had killed, and what terrible dangers he had encountered.

Obviously bragging, Redon knows it, Armida knows it, and even Nadal Jr. knows it.

However, under some strange tacit understanding, the three of them actually listened to it with relish, and let out a burst of exclamations from time to time.

In particular, little Nadal, with a look of adoration, sat directly on Aziz's lap and asked questions vigorously.

Aziz was happy to be shopping, but he didn't know that this was a trick played by little Nadal - if you hold me now, you can't get to Aunt Amida!

Of course, Aziz is not a pure dumbfounder, and he also knows the principle of step-by-step, and he does not expect to be able to hold a beauty with a single visit.

Therefore, in order to show that he was a decent man, he did not stay here too long, and just after half past eight in the evening, he got up and took his leave.

Sent to the gate, Aziz suddenly said: "Mr. McRae, if you are really interested in jihad, I can be your introducer, and I will definitely arrange you to a combat position, and I will definitely not be a human bomb." ”

"Really, I'll look for you tomorrow. Redon looked excited and said, "Mr. Aziz, where do you live and how can I find you?"

"Don't look for me, I'll pick you up tomorrow!" Aziz glanced at Amida nostalgically, jumped into the car and drove away.

It's going so well, the excuse to come tomorrow has been found!

Several people returned to the room and walked to the second floor to take a look, only to be surprised to find that the old Nadal was holding the golden hookah and crying silently.

Old Nadal said indignantly: "I'll add one more person and kill Aziz!"

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