Cultural differences, many times diametrically opposed.

Think about it sometimes it's really like this, abroad, those rich people are worth hundreds of millions, they want to have an identity, they want to have a status, they want to have a status, according to the imagination of Chinese people, these people should be free and easy, calm and steady, humble in speech, and humorous.

At least it looks like an old horse, a pony, and an old king.

But in reality?

Partk Caro, a billionaire with a net worth of $8.2 billion, spat in the face of the restaurant maître d'être d'être because he stopped him from accosting the female guest at the table next to him!

Musk often makes bizarre remarks, such as comparing JJ with Zuckerberg.

The president of the United States is a big-mouthed golden retriever...... The British Prime Minister is even more brainless.

This may be the culture, pay attention to the nature of unleashing yourself......

When you are nothing, you can say anything casually, you can be political, but if you are really successful, you must restrain your words and deeds, otherwise you will get into trouble.

Isn't it, old horse......

If you were like Dengzi, even if it was a county leader, the organization would have advised you to retire a long time ago.

Of course, whether indulgence is good or not, Wang Zhen doesn't know.

Sitting in the armored car and watching everyone exercise, in the end, the militia completed the rescue plan and killed more than a dozen terrorists, all of which were recorded, including the appearance of the deceased and, of course, the Montasari family who were brutally murdered by the 'terrorists' in the basement.

"Cruel, too cruel!" Wang Zhen stood in front of the camera, his face full of indignation, "Do these guys think that killing people can make Iraqis submit?" Do they think death will intimidate the Iraqi leadership? ”

"No, no, they were wrong, the Iraqis would never succumb to the white terror of the terrorists!"

As he spoke, Wang Zhen shook his fist vigorously.

Watching from afar, the golden retriever and the donkey winked their eyebrows.

"Can you say such shameless words in front of Montasari's corpse? The key is to behave like the real thing. The donkey asked with a smile.

"Can't!" The Golden Retriever shook his head.

"So, you can't be a capitalist, capitalists have no heart!"

"I don't think he's okay to be a politician." Golden Retriever said with a smile.

"The same shameless, obviously with his eyes open and looking at the facts, but what he said was completely the opposite." The donkey's mouth is slurking.

"That's called opening your eyes and telling nonsense." The poet suddenly interjected.

"Organize and edit it and release it to the public as soon as possible, to prove the legitimacy and controversy of our actions." After the shooting, Wang Zhen clapped his hands and said a word of advice, then turned around and left, not bothering to take another look at Montasari's corpse.

The convoy departed, and the next stop was straight for Waleed's house.

For this guy who calls himself a delivery boy, he has to come and talk to him.

The road was smooth, and after more than twenty minutes, Wang Zhen's convoy arrived at Waleed's manor villa.

During this time, the reporters were informed that the terrorists on this road had been driven out, and that the terrorists who attacked the house in Montasari had all been killed, safe and available for interviews.

But the first reporter hurried in, and the news soon began to spread.

The terrorists who were killed, the Montasari family who were brutally killed by the terrorists, and so on.

The remaining 15 families have been highly concerned about what is happening in the Montasari family, and have mobilized their connections to rescue him, but strangely there has been no positive answer.

From the U.S. Embassy to the U.S. Major General stationed there, they ignored them, but only announced that the Montasari family had unfortunately suffered a large-scale attack by terrorists, and the scene was very tragic, and Montasari unfortunately died at the gunpoint of the terrorists.

As soon as the information was sent out casually, it almost instantly broke the defenses of the Tikrite gang.

It's as if they look down on ordinary people and look down on Wang Zhen, a takeaway boy, in the eyes of Americans, these remnants of the Middle Eastern aristocracy left over from the previous era are also nothing!

How did you die?

Was it a terrorist attack or did you die because of some conspiracy?

Who cares?

It's not just Major General Bevan who doesn't care, but also John, the top leader of the CIA, who doesn't care either, as for the US Embassy...... To care or not to care, it depends on whether you are interesting enough!

What do you mean?

A little bit of a joke.

But now that the official has characterized this matter, it can only be very embarrassing......

You can't go against the CIA and the military, that's not interesting enough!

When the convoy arrived at Walid's doorstep, Wang Zhen personally pushed a 105 recoilless gun, loaded it with a high-explosive shell, and fired it at the gate.

"Boom!"

With a grenade, the wrought iron gate was blown down on the spot and smashed to the ground with a bang.

In the villa, listening to the explosion at the door, Waleed's body shook violently, and he scolded directly, "Takeaway boy, you really dare!" ”

Even if Wang Zhen had slaughtered the entire Montasari family, even if they knew about it, they still felt angry and incredulous when it came to the end!

The Americans don't even care?

Why don't they care!

And there are no human rights anymore!

And there is no legal system!

A cannon opened the gate, Wang Zhen beckoned people to continue loading shells, and next to him, the golden retriever and the donkey also pushed a 105 recoilless cannon out.

They've never really played with this thing!

They are special operations squads with limited weapons they can carry with them, and they have been replaced by different models of M72s.

But to be honest, the M72 caliber is only 66mm, and the guy pushing in his hand is 105mm, and the power is not the same at all!

It's a main battle tank like the T-72, the rear armor can't stand it with 105 mm recoilless, and the tracks are even more broken!

Of course, if you can hit it.

Three cannons, aimed at the first floor of the main building of the villa at the same time.

The security personnel in the house had just set up their guns, ready to resist the attack of the group at the door, but seeing the artillery aiming at it, they turned around and ran away with a strange scream!

If you don't run, will you wait to die?

In front of artillery, everyone is equal!

About 100 meters, it's no different from shooting with your scalp.

The three of them are aiming at the windows, the manor villa is very large, and there are many windows on the first floor, which is enough to divide!

"Boom!"

"Boom!"

"Boom!"

Three 105-mm high-explosive bombs exploded in the hall on the first floor, and it was no longer the autumn wind sweeping away the leaves, this was completely the scene of the natural disaster of the earthquake and typhoon.

There are three big pits on the ground in the house, and all the things exposed to the outside are all destroyed and sparse!

It doesn't matter what kind of precious camel hair carpet, or leather sofa, or rare wood table, marble columns, and art ornaments...... It's all rotten!

Before Wang Zhen and them could launch the second round, Faisal next to him walked over and handed over a phone.

"Hello?"

"Wang Zhen, you are crazy, you dare to bombard my house!" Waleed's roar rang from the phone.

Boy!

Wang Zhen's eyes widened, is he so hard?

How did he know that Waleed was already very restrained now, and he didn't call him a takeaway boy.

"No, haven't I already bombed? And ask me how dare you, or you didn't hear! The corners of Wang Zhen's mouth opened and motioned for the militia behind him to continue loading.

Then it slammed out, "Boom! ”

This time it was an armor-piercing projectile, and with one shot it opened the outer wall, and the metal jet swept through the house, and the high temperature instantly caused a fire.

"You, you...... Don't bang! Waleed had to change his tone.

Wang Zhen: "I still like your unruly appearance before!" ”

Waleed: "......"

"Do you choose to surrender, or do you choose to resist, and then be retaliated by the terrorists, and although the DPP tried its best to rescue you, it was ultimately unable to do anything, resulting in your entire family being brutally murdered by the terrorists?" Wang Zhen said in a faint voice.

"I ......" Waleed's whole body was numb, fucking, he didn't want to have a face at all, "I choose to talk about it, there is no conflict between us, it was Montasari who regretted yesterday, not me, I just want to wait and wait for the outcome of your negotiations." ”

At this point, this guy still has to pay attention to an identity and status, and surrendering or something is too ugly.

"Surrender!" Wang Zhen still didn't believe it, "I'm very curious now, whether all these Iraqi nobles are as tough as Montasari, and would rather die with their whole family than never bow their heads." ”

"Come, tell me the answer!"

Waleed's teeth itched with hatred, he deceived people too much, he deceived people too much, they all talked about it, do they have to force me to surrender!

I, Waleed, would rather die than lose the face of the Arab aristocracy!

"I ......"

"Surrender."

"Tut-tut." Wang Zhen smashed his mouth and threw the phone in his hand to Faisal.

It's boring, it's boring.

This is capitulation.

What about your traditions?

The militia hurled into the mansion, and all the subordinates, including the security personnel, were disarmed and driven to another subordinate building to take care of them.

Waleed's family, as for them, were kept in a room on the top floor by the militia.

It was their own request, and it was a humiliation for them not to be locked up with their subordinates.

To Wang Zhen's surprise, the militiamen felt that it was very reasonable and agreed directly.

Wang Zhen didn't understand and was shocked.

The tradition of aristocratic rule has been ingrained in this land for thousands of years, and some people are simply born noble.

Step up your game?

Useless!

The moment you are born, the upper limit of your future achievements is already fixed, they are born at the end, and ordinary people who work hard for a lifetime can't even see the starting point.

Three generations have worked hard in the oil industry......

That's right, it's the Middle East!

Waleed stood at the staircase on the second floor waiting for Wang Zhen, originally wanted to take the elevator, but the elevator door on the first floor was deformed by a shell, and he couldn't open it, so he had to take the stairs.

As for why not go to the first floor?

The destruction was too great, although the fires in many places were extinguished, but there was still white smoke, dirty and messy, how could a big man like him set foot in such a ruin-like place.

Standing in one mouth, tilting his head to look at Waleed on the second floor, Wang Zhen spat hard at the side, damn, at this time, he still pretended to be so fucking!

What a damn one! (End of chapter)