readx;?“ More than 300 years ago, the Nadal family was once the Sultan's attendants, a true warrior family!" Old Nadal wiped a precious scimitar with a white silk cloth. Pen, Fun, Pavilion www.biquge.info [Burning ^ Text ^ Library]

Redon was a little dizzy, not because of the glorious past of the Nadal family, but because of the scimitar.

The real Damascus scimitar, at least a few hundred years old, is handmade, and although it has survived the vicissitudes of time, it is still extremely sharp.

Not to mention the gems set on the scabbard and handle, this knife alone is worth a fortune.

Aside from this weapon, what Tasim came out of was lackluster.

Two ordinary sabers, a recurve bow, twelve arrows, a double-barrel + hunting + gun, and a pack of explosives + medicine.

These things will add to the fun of hunting, but when used for war, it is to find death.

"Sir, you're not going to use this knife to fight the Black Dead, are you? that's not a fight, it's a chance to make a fortune!" White also knew the value of this knife, and his eyes were staring at it with a dead eye, and his saliva was about to flow out.

"This is what the Sultan gave to my ancestors, and it is the pride of our Nadal family, and of course we will not let it fall into the hands of the Black Death. Old Nadal suddenly stood up, holding a scimitar in both hands, and said respectfully to Redon and White: "This knife is my reward for the two!"

"Reward?" White's eyes lit up suddenly, and he reached out to take it, but looked at Lei Dong and put it down again.

Lei Dong smiled: "Old man, I'm afraid you want us to do something, right?"

"Mr. Lei, I admire your wisdom. Old Nadal said solemnly: "Whoever helps us avenge is the new owner of this sword!"

White immediately lost interest, shook his head, and said: "Aleppo has at least five thousand Black Death, how can we kill them? If I can be so powerful, Bashar will directly make me the Minister of Defense, not much stronger than a knife?"

"Of course you won't be asked to kill so many people, just kill one of them. Putting down the scimitar, the elder Nadal took out three newspapers from the drawer, pointed to the portrait of the person on it in turn, and said: "Three people, if any one is killed, you can get this knife." ”

When the elder Nadal pointed to the first portrait, White began to smile bitterly: "Bagdadi? There are at least billions of samurai in the world who want to kill him but can't do it, and your difficulty is not much less than digging the Suez Canal." ”

Old Nadal also knew that this was almost impossible, so he remained silent, opened the second newspaper, pointed to a person, and said, "What about this?"

Shahman, the governor of the Islamic State province of Aleppo.

Fortunately, today's trial was presided over by Fahd, otherwise Shahman would have been a dead body by now.

White glanced up at Lei Dong and said with a smile: "Captain, it is said that you killed the deputy governor of Aleppo today, as well as the famous executioner John, and you are already eligible for this treasure knife." ”

In fact, White didn't care if he could complete the old Nadal's task, he only cared about Redon's attitude.

If Redon wants this scimitar, then he basically has no play, unless he kills Redon first.

If Lei Dong is not interested in the scimitar, then it doesn't matter if he finishes the task or not, it's a big deal to rob + rob.

"It seems that it is not impossible to kill this demon. Old Nadal nodded, and when he pointed to the fact of the third person's avatar, his breath suddenly became short, and his hands trembled: "And him, the Great Demon Moussa Hariri!"

This newspaper is very special, it has been yellowed a little, and the date turned out to be a few years ago.

And the man named Moussa Hariri was not dressed as a Black Death, but as an athlete.

Redon wondered, what kind of enmity did this man have against old Nadal, and how did he dig out all the newspapers from a few years ago?

"A week ago, this demon broke into my youngest son's wedding with someone...... "Old Nadal trembled and choked up about the tragedy that he will never forget: "He is from Aleppo, he was selected for the Syrian national football team, and my son is still his fan!"

The football player who was once loved by the people turned into a murderous terror+ element, and the fans who liked him back then wanted to pay a lot of money to hunt him down.

It's a human tragedy, the world is really crazy.

Nadal Sr. continued: "Hariri is just a squad leader, there are only thirty or forty people under him. Some time ago, I was in charge of the protection of our area, and then I was transferred to Kakim Street to manage the checkpoint. ”

Redon was stunned in his heart, Kakim Street, isn't that the street where the old Nadal's son attacked with a car bomb yesterday?

But isn't the person in charge of that checkpoint named Cassin?

It seems that the old man's information is not very accurate, and his son also died unjustly, and was blown to pieces, but he didn't even touch the enemy's clothes.

White's eyes lit up suddenly, grabbed the newspaper and carefully observed Hariri's appearance, and said, "It's just a small head, maybe I can help you kill him!"

Old Nadal said without hesitation: "As long as you can kill him, the sword is yours!"

White glanced at Lei Dong and found that Lei Dong looked noncommittal, and was immediately encouraged, and said, "If you are lucky, Sha Heman may also snipe." Hehe, the captain can kill the vice governor, I may be lucky enough to kill the governor. ”

"Can you kill two?" said old Nadal, raising his eyebrows, "I will give you my most cherished treasure!"

"What baby?" White was excited, a three or four hundred year-old Damascus scimitar was already worth a fortune, and it was not the best treasure of old Nadal, so wouldn't the best treasure be more valuable?

"It's me!" Suddenly, Amida came down from the second floor, stood solemnly in front of Redon and White, and said, "If you can kill two of these three people, not only will the sword be given to you, but I will also marry you! ”

"Ah, is that you?" White was slightly disappointed.

Amida was indeed a treasure, and White didn't mind what happened to this beautiful girl during his time in Aleppo, but he still preferred money to millions worth of treasures.

"Our family business is basically abroad, all over Saudi Arabia, the United Arab Emirates, Amman, Qatar, there are eleven companies, and there are no less than 10 million dollars in bank deposits. Old Nadal saw White's disappointed expression and said, "Take Amida and you will get 30% of our Nadal family's property." Take Nadal Jr. and you will have control over all the property of our Nadal family. As long as you can get them out of this dead city alive, I will give you a power of attorney to receive our family property, bank accounts, and passwords, which will also be remembered in the minds of Amida and Nadal Jr. ”

It seems that the old Nadal does not want to leave Aleppo alive, he is giving an account of his legacy.

White smiled embarrassedly: "Actually, if you don't give us money, we will try to take you out." Isn't it, Captain?"

Lei Dong just smiled, in the war-torn Aleppo, it is difficult to guarantee his own safety, and there is no way to promise this kind of thing.

Amida's big beautiful eyes flashed and asked, "Mr. China, you don't seem to be interested? Don't you like this precious Damascus scimitar?" Or do you think Amida's appearance is too ugly?"

Lei Dong said honestly: "Amida, you are beautiful, like an angel. But unlike this English gentleman, I came with a mission. Completing missions is always my first priority, and I can't change my plans and itinerary in order to avenge you. Of course, if I happen to run into them, I won't mind killing them. ”

Armida asked, "Isn't your plan to assassinate the executioner?"

"It was just an accident, a task I set for myself. "Also, I'm not a Muslim, and my country doesn't allow a man to marry four wives," Redon explained. ”

Amida said, "I can be your lover, be your slave!"

"Our country is equal for all, and I will not be allowed to own slaves. Redon pointed at White and said, "This gentleman is a member of the British Royal Marines, and he is a Muslim, so he is better suited to your conditions than I am." ”

"China is an incredible country, Chinese are big bastards!" Amida, angry, stomped her feet and ran upstairs.

Old Nadal smiled awkwardly and said, "Mr. Lei, please forgive Armida for being willful. She swore that no matter who she was, as long as she avenged the blood vengeance of our Nadal family, she would give everything. In fact, according to the promise she made at the beginning, if you kill Fahd and John today, she should be your man. As for religion, that's not a problem either, Amida studied in England and she's not a pure Muslim anymore. And as a father, I just want her to be happy and to be away from this hellish city. ”

The elder Nadal said a lot, and he apparently thought that with Redon's involvement, the chances of success would be greater.

As a result, Redon's retreat caused strong dissatisfaction among Nadal's family, and even Nadal Jr. pouted, thinking that Redon was too greedy, tens of millions of dollars in wealth, plus his aunt as a reward, why did Redon still think it was not enough?

There was no way to explain this, but White was very interested, holding a map of Aleppo and asking about the old Nadal neighborhood, and he wanted to make a detailed plan for the operation.

This somewhat diverted the attention of the old Nadal, and he began to explain to White in earnest, where there were checkpoints, where the Black Death frequented, and where the Black Death had been bombed, explaining in detail, apparently the old Nadal did not reduce his activities in Aleppo because of the Black Death.

Only Amida was very angry, sitting alone in the bedroom on the second floor, not even eating.

Because the Black Death is conducting a city-wide raid, and the streets are full of Black Deaths, Redon can only stay in the room and wait until the evening to go out to reconnoitre.

However, after dinner, just as Redon was about to go out, a pickup truck stopped at the door of the villa.

Aziz, the leader of the Black Death, standing at the door with flowers in his hand and carrying a large bag of gifts, said loudly, "Dear Uncle Nadal, beautiful Miss Armida, may I come in and sit down?"

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