Aristocrats are nobles, and the underground air-raid shelters are built with a lot of gold ornaments.

It's just that the luxury at this time was destroyed by a group of fierce militiamen, and Montasari's wife and children were hiding in the corner, watched by a group of militiamen, and only Montasari himself sat on a black leather sofa with black gold inlays.

Montasari still wore a white turban on his head and a white robe, although his face looked haggard, he still sat straight and maintained his manners, and when he saw Wang Zhen and Faisal coming in, his face flashed with resentment, remorse, murderous intent, and fear, but his head was still high, and he sat there, still looking at the two with a condescending gaze.

Mom, what are you awesome!

Seeing this, Wang Zhen was fucking angry, strode up, didn't speak, raised his foot and kicked over.

Seeing Wang Zhen's movements, Montasari's face flashed with panic and fear, but he is in his 50s, and he never exercises on weekdays, so he wants to hide and block at this time, but he just reacts to where he can compare to Wang Zhen's young man, and as soon as his hand was raised, Wang Zhen kicked him on his forearm.

The forearm couldn't stand the force, hit the chest, and the buttocks that had just been lifted fell heavily on the sofa, and there was a muffled sound in the chest, and his face was pale, and he didn't let out a scream.

A high-end sofa is a high-end sofa, and when he kicked it, Wang Zhen thought that the sofa would fall over, and Montasari would fall down in embarrassment, but the sofa just shook for a while and stabilized.

Damn it!

Wang Zhen pursed his mouth, reached out to grab Montasari's headscarf and hair, and shook his hind legs hard, throwing the person directly from the sofa to the ground.

Squinting at Montasari, who was holding his head with one hand and supporting the ground with the other, Wang Zhen patted his pants, turned around and sat on the sofa, and lifted Erlang's legs.

This is also where the fuck you sit?

Something like a dog!

Patted the armrest of the sofa, it was so nice!

Montasari stood up from the ground, and the first thing he did was to straighten his turban and robes before looking at Wang Zhen with hatred.

"You madman, lowly thing, how dare you, how dare you!"

Wang Zhen tilted his head, he couldn't understand, he really couldn't understand.

"I'm curious, who gave you the audacity to think you could deceive me? Are you guys fucking brains broken, sitting in this position for so long that you can't see yourself clearly? ”

"Why?" Montasari's face was full of sneers, and he held his head high, "I have investigated you, you have neither a father who is a high-ranking official, nor a family with deep roots, your parents are dead, and you dropped out of school at a young age, but you are just a small kitchen worker and a food delivery person, what qualifications do you have to make me look up to you, what qualifications do you have to be on an equal footing with me!" ”

"You don't understand what you're doing at all, you can't see the scenery from above, you dare to break into my house and kill so many people, these families in Iraq won't let you go, you won't die sooner or later!"

The expression on Wang Zhen's face became more and more strange, and he suddenly became less angry, "Just because I don't have the parents of high-ranking officials and am not a child of a big family, it is impossible for me to achieve anything?" ”

"You, huh." Montasari's face was full of sarcasm, "You're just an American puppet, just a dog they raised!" ”

"Faisal, he said I was a puppet of the Americans." Wang Zhen couldn't help but laugh and turned his head to look at Faisal.

Montasari also looked over, and he wanted to see in Faisal's face that he was right.

"You are a prophet, a patron of God, and an agent of God on earth." Faisal said reverently.

Wang Zhen looked at the golden retriever and the donkey again, "He said I was your puppet." ”

"He's thinking too much." Golden Retriever said with a smile.

"Hey, if only he had said it." But the donkey said with emotion.

Wang Zhen squinted at the past, and the donkey hurriedly waved his hand, "Don't look at me, it's what he said, it has nothing to do with me, but you can't retaliate against me." ”

Wang Zhen turned his head again, and just looked at Montasari, watching the expression on his face freeze a little, distort a little, and collapse a little.

"Impossible, impossible, you madman, you heretic, you damn it!" Montasari couldn't accept it at all, and threw himself at Faisal with a hideous expression.

Faisal only took two steps back and dodged, and the two guards behind him rushed forward and knocked Montasari down, then laid on his hands and his feet on his feet.

Montasari struggled frantically, but in the end it was not physically strong, but he lost his strength in more than ten seconds, gasping for breath, still laughing while wheezing, "Ha, huhu, ha, you one, a person who has never seen the world, huh, pariah, understand, understand what a prophet is, ha, haha, it's funny, a little ability, you are all prophets!" ”

"Ridiculous, ignorant, ignorant."

The corners of Wang Zhen's mouth twitched, he was really a diehard, although I don't know if all this kind of feudal remnants are like this, but this guy is really stubborn, the reality is in front of him, and he is still stinky and hard.

"Let him go." Wang Zhen waved his hand, and the two militiamen let go and retreated.

Montasari got up from the ground, and immediately went to pick up the turban on the ground and put it back on, arranging the dusty and wrinkled robe.

Seeing this scene, Wang Zhen sighed and pursed his lips, reached out and took out the pistol on his waist and pointed it at Montasari.

He wanted to see if Montasari could still be so stubborn at gunpoint.

He just wanted to see if this guy would kneel down and beg him.

"Kneel, beg me, I'll let you go, otherwise, I'll kill your whole family!" Wang Zhen said coldly.

Montasari's body stiffened obviously, and just when Wang Zhen thought he would kneel, this guy slowly raised his head, his face was still full of mockery, "Impossible, what kind of thing are you, something like maggots in the rotten mire, you deserve it too!" ”

"You will never be able to bring the children of Muhammad to their knees." His body was trembling, and his face was pale, but Montasari's mouth was still so hard.

"Unfortunately, I never tell lies." Wang Zhen's index finger was lightly forced, and a bullet pierced through Montasari's head, and a skull flew out from the back of his head, and the bloody cerebral plasma sprayed out more than two meters away.

Montasari's eyes were glazed, with reluctance and disbelief, and the body shook and fell to the ground.

Shaking his head, Wang Zhen stood up, "Let's go." ”

After taking two steps, Wang Zhen suddenly said, "Take this sofa away, I like it." ”

"And what about these people?" The golden retriever tilted his head, he was talking about the wife and children in Montasa in the corner.

Wang Zhen turned his head to look, his wife and two daughters were hiding with their heads in fright, but it was three sons, and Wang Zhen saw hatred on their faces.

"What to do? Dude, if you make any mistake, I don't kill women. Wang Zhen laughed, turned his head and walked out, "You deal with it." ”

When I walked out of the air-raid basement and got on the elevator, I heard a gunshot inside.

These Iraqi militias do not have the habit of not killing women, and they never show mercy when they kill people.

Of course, they won't say anything about the golden donkey, and they are not the kind of pedantic people, this kind of people have a lot of wealth, and it would be strange if they really left them and did not take revenge.

Even if it is smashed with money, it will be them who will die when the time comes.

The elevator went up and out of the basement, Wang Zhen looked up at the sky, gray-blue.

Walking all the way out of the Montasari Manor, Wang Zhen waved his hand, "Start the attack, repel the terrorists, be sure to rescue the Montasari family from the terrorists, see people in life, and see corpses in death." ”

"What about the people who serve their families?" Faisal asked.

"Of course they were rescued, I know what you're worried about, it doesn't matter, no one will listen to what they say." Wang Zhen smiled and waved his hand, "Those who understand understand, those who don't understand...... The water is very deep, we are going to kill chickens and monkeys, and those ordinary people can't affect anything. ”

"I see." Faisal nodded.

Gunshots, artillery rang out again, and the DPP militia began to attack, bound to crush the last frantic counterattack of the terrorists!

No compromise, no retreat!

Not afraid of sacrifices, for Iraq!

Rush the duck!

Pulling open the door of the armored car, Wang Zhen and several people bowed down to get into the car.

Sitting in his seat, Wang Zhen took a sip of coffee and suddenly said: "Why, I don't understand these guys, they are indeed nobles with a long heritage, shouldn't they be very gentlemen, shouldn't they be very personable, how the fuck would they give Lao Tzu the nickname of a takeaway boy." ”

"Why do these people look like ruffians, and they don't have any quality!"

"Poof, hahahaha." The donkey couldn't hold back his laughter.

The golden retriever turned his head away, not so that Wang Zhen could see him grinning, the surname Wang was cautious, easy to retaliate, he was not the fool of the donkey.

Wang Zhen has a black face.

"Ahem, I think that's normal, right? With such a high status, shouldn't they be able to say whatever they want, do whatever they want, eat whatever they want, play whatever they want, and indulge as much as they want? The golden retriever shrugged and said, "You can't all be already on top, and you have to suppress yourself in turn, right?" ”

"What's the point of having so much money and such a big force?"

"Just to restrain your words and deeds?"

"Psychotic, what's the point of existence in money and power?"

"Serving people?"

Hearing the golden retriever say this, Wang Zhen was speechless for a while.

What you say makes so much sense, I'm speechless!

Yes, if you are rich and powerful in order to suppress your own nature, then what is the point?

It's better to just become a monk directly.

However, this is very inconsistent with Wang Zhen's worldview...... What he has learned since he was a child tells him that the more knowledgeable, educated, and statused he is, the more he should pay attention to his speech and behavior.

The pattern is magnificent, personable, and calm!

Wang Zhen sighed heavily, maybe this is the difference between Eastern and Western cultures. (End of chapter)