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    A group of military vehicles came quickly. An old guy with gray hair, probably in his fifties, and wearing a U.S. military uniform got off the first off-road vehicle with a gloomy face, quickly crossed the blockade, and then stood there  No words were spoken in front of the dark pit.  Please search (Pin). This old guy¡¯s name is Wilson. He is the top general of the US military in Afghanistan, the top commander of the US Marine Corps, and the commander-in-chief of this anti-terrorism operation. Just after receiving the report, one of the people who performed the beheading mission  More than 40 people in the special operations team were killed in action, which almost caused his heart disease to relapse.

    "Who can tell me what happened?"

    A Marine Corps captain in charge of the perimeter saluted: "General, Major Kirby led people into the house to search for about fifteen minutes and an explosion occurred. The specific cause is unknown."

    Wilson¡¯s expression became even more ugly: ¡°Have you discovered Zawahiri¡¯s whereabouts?¡±

    The captain said: "It has been confirmed that Zawahiri is in the house."

    No need to ask anymore, Wilson already understood that such a strong explosion must have been caused by Zawahiri.  Everyone died inside, but he was a little unwilling to accept this outcome.  After all, his mission is to al-Zawahiri, dead or alive.  But now I know that Zawahiri is dead, and that his body is intact, but will the American people believe it?  Will people all over the world believe it?  Maybe only those damn bastards in Congress would believe it, but they believe it's useless.

    "Look for me immediately. You must find Zawahiri's body. Even if it's a leg, an arm, or even a finger, as long as it can prove that he is dead."

    The captain looked at the big black pit and wanted to say something. Finally, he looked at Wilson's cold face and dared not say anything: "Yes!" After saying that, he came to an officer of the Afghan government army and gave Wilson's order.  He hoped to cooperate with them in recruiting al-Zawahiri's body.  The officer immediately issued the order without hesitation and began to clean up the explosion site.

    Xu Hang, Sun Manjiang, Yang Fengyun and Del mixed in the crowd and watched the excitement for a while, then quietly left and returned to the tent.

    "Hey!" Yang Fengyun said with a smile, "The Yankees suffered a big loss this time. I guess Opama's life will not be easy these days."

    Xu Hang picked up the half-drunk beer that was still aside and took a sip. "The harder it is for him, the happier we are. Now we should celebrate." Then he raised the bottle and said, "Here, let's go!"

    "Bang!" The four people's wine bottles touched together and made a crisp sound. They were here to gloat over their misfortune.  The current atmosphere in the White House is so oppressive that it makes people breathless. President Kuroko is sitting in the office, looking up at the roof without saying a word, and the expression on his face shows no joy, anger or joy.

    Defense Secretary Alwell was sitting on the sofa opposite the nigger and looked at him, "Mr. President, death cannot be avoided in war. The only thing we can do now is to investigate the cause of the explosion as soon as possible and determine whether Al-Zawahiri was involved in the explosion."  He died. We need to give a satisfactory explanation to the families and people of our fallen soldiers as soon as possible."

    The nigger¡¯s head shook, his upper body leaned forward, leaning on the desk with his elbows, and rubbing his aching temples with his fingers: ¡°Today is Saturday, and it is definitely the darkest day since the United States launched military operations in Afghanistan.¡±

    Awell sighed. Since the U.S. military entered Afghanistan and withdrew a few years ago, the total number of deaths of NATO soldiers was 374, while the United States only had 279.  However, more than 40 people died in this anti-terrorism operation, creating the highest number of casualties in a single military mission for the US military. It is indeed unacceptable.

    The nigger knocked on the table feebly: "Paper cannot cover the fire. No matter what the results of the investigation are, this matter must be made public as soon as possible. To avoid being reported by the media, public opinion will be unfavorable to our government."

    Awell nodded: "According to the information from Afghanistan, Zawahiri must have died in the explosion. However, with such a strong explosion, it is difficult to find evidence of his death. If we announce the news, it will be difficult for the people to believe it."  "

    The nigger waved his hand and leaned back: "It doesn't matter whether the people believe it or not. What's important is that the news should be reported as soon as possible. We can't let those media talk nonsense, otherwise it will be very detrimental to us."

    Awell nodded and looked at the time: "It is now 11:20 in the morning, and the press conference will be held at 12:30."

    The nigger waved his hand: "Go ahead and focus on the heroic soldiers."

    "Understood!" Aiweier stood up and left.

    Countries around the world received the news immediately, and all focused their attention on the United States, wanting to know the U.S. response as soon as possible.

    At 11:30, Awell held a press conference in person. Looking at the nearly a hundred uncrowned kings below, Awell took a deep breath and said in a very painful voice: "Everyone, sirLadies and gentlemen, good morning to all the journalists present.  Today is Saturday, the darkest day for me, for the government, and for the entire United States"

    "Wow!" As soon as Aiweier finished speaking, there was an uproar below.  Why is such a heavy tone so similar to that of September 11?  It seemed like something big had happened again. They all cheered up and looked at Aiweier.

    Awell said in a deep voice: "At around 10 o'clock last night in Kabul time and around 10:30 in Washington, our US military in Afghanistan encountered Black Saturday. During the execution of the beheading operation against Al-Zawahiri, the leader of the al-Qaeda organization on the ground, he encountered a assassination attempt.  Wahli violently dug into the pit and exploded a large number of weapons buried in his residence. All 43 US troops were killed, including a major officer. This also created the highest death toll for US troops since our army entered Afghanistan. "

    There was silence below, and after a while, it suddenly became noisy. The person holding the camera opened the door frantically, the person holding the recording pen wanted to insert it into Awell's mouth, and even the person holding the camera stood on the chair.

    "Mr. Minister, what kind of troops are carrying out the anti-terrorism mission this time?"

    "Mr. Minister, has Zawahiri been captured or killed?"

    "Mr. Minister"

    "Mr. Minister"

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    The venue was in chaos. Awell waited for a moment before raising his hand and pressing down: "Silence, silence!"

    After a while, he calmed down, and Awell said: "Please keep order, everyone, it is not the time to ask questions yet." After speaking, he opened a folder in front of him, "Now I want to talk about the second thing, in Kabul  At 10 o'clock, our Air Force dispatched six fighter jets to carry out air strikes on two East 1 Iraqi Movement bases and training camps in Afghanistan and two training camps in Syria. They were all destroyed by our Air Force. This was also our country's most successful anti-terrorism campaign.  action."

    ¡°Bah bang bang¡­¡±

    There was thunderous applause below, and an imperceptible smile appeared on Aiweier¡¯s face.  He is a soldier, but he is first and foremost a politician, and he is very good at grasping people's hearts.  Publish the bad news first, and then the good news, so that these reporters can accept it mentally.

    "Okay!" Awell said, "You can ask questions now!"

    A female reporter first raised her hand. After receiving a nod from Alwell, she stood up and said, "Mr. Minister, what unit did the soldiers who died in this anti-terrorism mission belong to?"

    "The fallen soldiers were from Marine Corps Detachment 6, the most elite unit in the United States. They were the ones who sneaked into Pakistan and killed Osama bin Laden, the top leader of Al Qaeda," Iwell said.

    The reporters below were once again in an uproar. This unit that they once praised and called heroes was actually all killed. It was simply unbelievable.

    Another reporter raised his hand and asked: "Mr. Minister, there were so many casualties in this anti-terrorism operation. Is it because the commander improperly directed it, or is there a problem with the plan? Who is responsible for this?"

    Awell frowned and looked at the reporter who was speaking. He was about forty years old and looked like a veteran.

    "There is no problem with this anti-terrorism plan. The commander-in-chief of this operation is General Wilson, who was responsible for the hunt for bin Laden. Do you think such a responsible and capable commander will have problems? As for responsibility,  When there is a war, there will be death. This is inevitable and impossible to avoid. It is they who have sacrificed their precious lives to fight against terrorists and protect our country and people. They are all heroes and the heroes of our American people.  , This is their responsibility and their mission.¡±

    "Mr. Minister!" Another reporter raised his hand and asked, "Has al-Zawahiri been captured or killed?"

    Awell nodded: "Zawahiri, has died in the explosion."

    The middle-aged reporter stood up and asked without raising his hand or getting permission from Alwell: "Mr. Minister, what evidence do you have that Zawahiri is dead? Just like when bin Laden was killed, you only announced  It¡¯s a blurry photo. No one can tell whether the photo is true or not, and whether Bin Laden was actually killed.¡±

    Awell¡¯s face darkened, but he quickly returned to normal: ¡°In such a strong explosion, even armored vehicles will be blown to pieces. Now I can only say that time will tell everything.¡±

    A smug smile flashed in the middle-aged reporter¡¯s eyes, and he wanted to ask a question, but Aiweier no longer gave him a chance. He pointed at a reporter behind him and said, ¡°The last question, you ask it.¡±

    The middle-aged reporter could only sit down helplessly. The reporter behind him stood up and asked: "Mr. Minister, will there be any major military operations by the US military next? Will we continue to fight?"??Terrorists?  "

    Awell nodded to the reporter with satisfaction: "Yes, the United States will never compromise with terrorists. It will increase intelligence collection and suppress terrorists until all terrorists are eliminated."  Eliminate it and give the world peace."

    Beijing, Ouchi, the chairman sat in his office and smiled slightly after watching the US press conference. He kept the remote control aside, then stood up and came to the window, looking at the scenery outside, with a smile on his face.

    "Boy, it's time for you to come back. You did a great job this time. East Turkestan has no support from abroad, so those guys at home are nothing to worry about."

    "Ah, sneeze!" Yang Luo's body rose and fell with the bumpy off-road vehicle. He felt his nose was itchy and sneezed.  Then he rubbed his nose and muttered, "Who is talking about me!"

    "It must be Sister-in-law Yinyao, you haven't seen each other for a long time." Li Tao said with a smile.

    "It's been several months!" After speaking, he sighed and rubbed his stiff face with both hands. "The Chinese New Year will be in a month. I don't know if I can go back before the Chinese New Year. Silo is sure.  Grow taller again."
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