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Text Chapter 162 Patience!  endure!  Be patient!

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    Iraq - one of the richest countries in the world in the 1990s.  Even though the ten-year blockade has made the whole country's living resources so poor that it is unsustainable, it is not difficult to imagine how advanced the infrastructure of the world's second largest oil-producing country was back then from its still very complete road system.

    Sitting in a dilapidated station wagon without air conditioning, I breathed hard through the thick cloth cover.  Although the noisy noise outside the car window was attractive, I didn't dare to turn my head and look around.  Separated by a layer of iron sheets are tens of thousands of returning pilgrims. Although I have been mentally prepared for the crowded road conditions, I never imagined that there would be so many people. The mines hidden on both sides of the road threaten to cover the road for more than ten miles.  The convoy was longer and more crowded, and people walking around me were often bumped into the cars that were moving at a snail's pace. From such a close distance, I could even see the sweat dripping down their faces, but I didn't want them to see it.  To my thick false eyelashes.

    Because Muslims who have returned from Hajj have a very high status in the Islamic world.  So several small checkpoints were passed without any obstruction.  For us, this is definitely a good sign and shows that our plan is successful.  On the other hand, it also makes people more and more worried.  If the opponent has already seen through our tricks, the deeper we go, the higher the success rate when closing the net.

    The all-out hand-to-hand combat with front lines is different from the zero-contact secret infiltration. This kind of trick to get through is really not something I often use and I am not familiar with.  From the relaxed expressions of Mao Mao and Brother Ali sitting in front of the car, you can really feel the difference in specialization in the art.

    "Slow down your breathing! Concentrating on the body to control the heart rate can reduce the need for oxygen." The speed controller sat next to me and said softly.  There is no need to understand the meaning of his words, just the calm, mirror-like tone can make people calm down.  As soon as his heart calmed down, the invisible hand covering his face became tighter and tighter and gradually disappeared.

    When you are immersed in self-awareness, not only are the sounds of the outside world blocked from your senses, but the passage of time seems to speed up.  Unfortunately.  As a secular person with insufficient realm, I have no way to keep the spiritual altar clear while entering samadhi.  The leaving redba, the death of the cowboy, the tragic torture countless memories began to rewind the United States Japan Taiwan

    I looked at my life as if I were sitting in a deserted theater. What was boring was that I already knew the plot below.  Russiathe Philippinesdamn it!  The following content is

    I do not want to look!  I do not want to see!  I screamed and struggled in my head desperately, but found that I was trapped in my subconscious and couldn't escape.  Someone help me!

    Snapped!  A shock on my shoulders!  Although the force was light, it was like a hammer from the gods that penetrated the illusion in his mind, as his eyelids opened and closed.

    The dazzling light pierced the curtain of the theater, and the overlap of the two worlds quickly disappeared as the images coming closer became clearer and clearer.

    "Get out of the car and check it out!" The speed camera patted my shoulder and wiped it on my neck. Then I bent down and walked from the aisle to the front door. The swaying burqa touched his buttocks, highlighting the outline of the pistol magazine bag.  But after he got down and stood up straight, the burqa held up by the supports on his shoulders and chest hung smoothly to cover up all the flaws.

    I also clicked on my clothes, half-crouched and slowly walked out of the dilapidated station, and stood behind Brother Ali, who was a head taller than me. The support frame on the leg curve was originally used to balance the posture of people with limb defects.  Under the cover of the tent, we can stay in a semi-squatting state for a long time to reduce our height without changing our posture during exercise.  This thing successfully reduced my height from 82cm to 75cm.  The butcher guy even reduced his height from 85cm to 8cm, but he could stretch himself into a pot-bellied shape without a brace.

    ¡°!#!*%#*#*.¡±

    "!!#!*!#*#*%#%" Several of us heard a low female voice coming from our throats. The vibrators of all of our throats were equipped with audio converters that were originally only used by me.  All voices are converted to the female frequency.  And our laryngeal mi sound generator is not controlled by ourselves, because except for the assassin and the kitten, no one else can speak Arabic proficiently. In order to avoid being asked and not knowing how to answer, we let two people who can speak Arabic control the remote control.  We answer, and all we have to do is turn sideways and answer in the most common posture used by Islamic women.

    Their conversation was so fast that we, half-toned, had no time to respond. We just knew that what we answered without opening our mouths was the family background we designed.  Claiming to be the mother, sister, and wife of Brother Ali.  The Iraqi soldiers did not make things difficult for us believers who risked our lives to perform Hajj. They simply asked us a few words and let us get out of the car and walk past the guard post.

    ??Be a good person with your tail between your legs!  This word is extremely insulting to anyone used, but the way I walk now is the most appropriate explanation of this word.  Clamp the rifle firmly between your legs, lift up your curled legs like a Russian clown dancer, stand upright with your arms folded across your chest, and lean forward with your head down.Moved past the wooden railing.

    "Don't move!" A Yugoslav-looking A47 automatic rifle stretched out from the side of my face. I could even see the crooked English tabu engraved on it.

    7. 2x39madeiiraq, it seems that at least Iraq¡¯s infantry weapons can be self-sufficient.

    Holding the short assault rifle tied between the legs in the black robe and the M23 on the chest, I was ready to give him a fatal blow when he pulled off my mask.  Looking at the soldier who came closer.  He was wearing a green military uniform but an Arab headscarf, sunglasses and travel shoes. He was holding a brand-new A47 assault rifle produced in Iraq, but on his chest was a patchwork A47 magazine chest strap made in China.  Bag, it also says "Type 56 Chongfeng gun magazine bag 732-83".  ***!  The word "front" for submachine gun is also spelled wrong.

    Although I don¡¯t know what¡¯s going on?  But I was surprised at my excessive calmness. I even had time to look at the shiny edges of this man's carefully trimmed beard, which still had some beard cream left on it that had not been combed out.  Even when this man came up to me and looked into my eyes, he didn't look away.  There was only one measure in my mind, how to stain my robe as little as possible after killing him and using him as a shield to kill other soldiers.  Because I only have this one.

    ¡°Don¡¯t stare at him! Don¡¯t stare at him! Don¡¯t stare at him!¡± The instructions from the earphones came from the kitten who had already passed the cordon.  But I couldn't take my eyes away from this man's eyes. I just wanted to look at him.  I want to see the sparkle in his eyes.  That represents the breath of life and represents a threat.  I slowly moved the hand on my chest from the handle of the pistol to the handle of the saber beside me. I longed to pierce his heart with this sharp blade.

    , and then watched the flash of life dim.  That means the threat is far away and coming safely.  I longed to obtain this kind of safety through action, so strong that the fingers holding the knife trembled slightly.

    "Uh" The guy who was looking at me unknowingly raised the gun and pointed it at my abdomen. If the gun safety hadn't been on the safe position, I would have cut off his head with a knife.

    ¡°Click!¡± An inaudible shutter sound sounded from the crowd around him.  Attract this man's attention immediately.

    He immediately turned around and looked for the source of the suspicious sound in the crowd, while reaching out and pushing me past the cordon.  Then he jumped into the crowd and quickly pulled out a man wearing an Arab robe and threw him into the crowd of companions behind him. After the robe was torn off, a white man held his hands in front of his chest and kept shouting: "Don't shoot!"  I¡¯m a reporter!¡±

    "!##*#%" After a while of pushing and shaking, a camera was finally taken out of the man's arms, and then fell heavily to the ground.  The debris flew close to me, half of the hot shoe and io

    Dix¡¯s logo.  Several more shutter sounds rang out from the crowd behind him.  But this time no soldiers heard.  The war hasn¡¯t even started yet, and reporters are already everywhere like flies swooping on dog shit!

    "Hurry up and leave!" The butcher came over and bumped into me and whispered.  I was still sitting in the car when the butcher suddenly pushed me against the wall of the car from the side. His huge body pressed down on my hands. A finger was like a nail on my carotid artery. The strong squeeze stopped me.  The flow of blood caused a brief feeling of dizziness.  "I don't care how uncomfortable your own shit makes you feel. Next time you get mad and endanger the lives of your brothers, I will kill you with my own hands. No progress at all!" The butcher pressed his finger on my artery until I was about to sink.  He moved away just before he fainted.

    "Sorry! I tried. But there's just no way" I also knew that what I just did was wrong, but the uncontrollable impulse was too strong.

    "Next time! Use more strength." The butcher gave me another elbow as he sat upright.  The hit on my side nearly squeezed out my breakfast.

    "Stop making trouble! Look at that!" After the car started moving for a while, the assassin suddenly used the radio to warn us.  In the direction he turned to look, an off-road truck followed by several Land Rover Defenders drove past the intersection in front.  There were a group of guys wearing civilian clothes but wearing Russian M32 tactical vests. They didn't wear helmets and didn't wear Arab headscarves.  What he held in his hand was an M4-like rifle filled with various tactical accessories on the rails, but the curvature of the brown-red plastic magazine showed that it contained A47 7. The 2*39 bullets looked like they were produced by Company A.  sr47.

    "Unimog!" Although everyone only saw the captain's butt, the speed machine confirmed the origin of the car with just one glance.

    "What? Those guys?" The butcher who was cursing didn't care about me anymore when he heard what the two people said. He leaned against the window and looked at the motorcade going away.  But nothing could be seen except the rising dust.

    "Genius! Can you lock our position on the eastbound convoy?" the devil called the genius behind through the radio.

    "Yes! I can get 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, Land Rover Defender andWait a minute" The genius paused for a moment: "A truck?  Damn it!  There must be something wrong with this truck. I can't see it on infrared satellites. This thing can even interfere with radar imaging satellites. It can only be seen with optical satellites.  Fortunately, it is a sunny day today. If the weather were dustier, this thing would really become transparent.  I have a little hunch"

    "Your hunch is correct!" The speedometer signaled Ali, who was driving, to continue driving: "Keep an eye on them! No matter what method you use. Judging from the deformation of the tire load, the truck is empty. The direction they drove towards should be the destination.  The direction they came from is where the base is."

    "Nasiriya!" We all know that direction is our destination.

    "Then let's go to Nasiriyah and wait for them!" The speed machine glanced at the darkening sky and said, "Patience will always pay off!"

    ¡°Iraq is a small country.  It takes less than a day to reach Nasiriyah via Basra.  The further away from the border, the looser the inspections become.  There were even times when there was no one inside when passing by the fortifications.  The fighting in the past few days had never happened to them. Although everyone was nervous about the United States calling for war again, as long as the air raid siren did not sound, they still felt that the outbreak of war was still far away.

    Outside the city of Nasiriya, the two station wagons parted ways. The assassin, the devil and Da Ali followed the brothers in the second car to track down the factory where the two enemy scouts were lurking.  Only I, the speed machine, the butcher and the kitten were left to follow little Ali into the city to spy on Cali.  Cruz and his fellow mourners.

    Nasiriyah City, with a population of 250,000, looks like a slightly larger county-level city to me, a Chinese.  But the environment is much more beautiful.  Iraq is a vast country with a sparse population and relatively abundant land per capita. Therefore, there are few high-rise buildings in the city. At first glance, most of them are bungalows. Small buildings with two to three floors are already very conspicuous.  Iraqi flags bearing Saddam's handwriting fluttered in the wind on some rooftops.  There are bombed-out ruins in many neighborhoods, but they have also been cleared.

    ¡°Perhaps hundreds of bombings have tempered the willpower of the people of Nasiriyah into steel, even if the fighter planes are about to explode.  Children are still playing football on the streets as usual, men pulling bullock carts are still trying to sell their goods, and the open-air coffee shops on both sides of the street are full of people watching the TV and discussing the news.  Seeing the pilgrims flowing into the city, everyone stood up and saluted and said blessings.

    "Damn it! Your idea is really good. Look at the attitude of these people, let alone checking us. If it were ancient times, these people would have rushed over and kissed our feet." The butcher looked at the Islamic country's attitude towards the pious.  I have to admire him with great reverence.

    "That would be a bad thing." I watched the crowds of people automatically give way to unobstructed traffic wherever the car went, and I was very satisfied that my plan was effective: "In that case, you would find a woman with 4's of big feet, and she didn't have any  Shave your legs.¡±

    "Haha!" It is terrifying to see the butcher laughing so hard but making a woman's voice.

    The last step of the long march!  We walked through the city's commercial street and looked at the three-story flat-roofed houses in the distance. That was where we stayed.  Behind his house was the Euphrates River, and across the river was the huge courtyard where Callikruz was hiding.  It looks like an ordinary villa there.  It's just that the surroundings are surrounded by anti-aircraft fire.

    "Get off the car!" Ali has a very parental feeling, perhaps because of

    Growing up in Arabia.  Someone in the courtyard had already picked him up. It was said that he was a government official who had been bribed. They followed him into the backyard of the store that sold hardware department stores.

    "You can take off your disguise now! It's safe here." The man who picked us up spoke very good English. After closing the door, he pointed to the sound insulation layer wrapped around the walls and said, "My name is Amid. I'm here.  I work in the villa opposite. If you have anything you need to know, please ask.¡±

    "Damn! You're liberated!" The butcher didn't take off his robe. He pulled it several times before tearing off the tight cloth.  The next move is to untie the machine gun tied there from the crotch of the pants, and then rub it vigorously at the groin: "Who tied this gun to me, it is pressed against my balls. Come all the way, give me the balls."  Worn through.¡±

    The express machine and I took off our robes and laughed.  This guy must have exaggerated. He didn't even walk a few steps along the way, so how could he get hurt?  However, with a loaded weapon between his legs, he was quite afraid that it would go off and pierce his legs.

    "Are you alone?" After taking off his robe, Mao Mao prepared to return the weapons bundled in various strange positions, and then asked: "Where is your family?"

    "You are my family!" Amed picked up the teapot from the coffee table and said, "My family has gone to Hajj! This is something everyone knows."

    ??"But they didn't come back." Kitten unbuttoned his collar to get some air, which shocked Amed.

    "Yes!" Amed lowered his head and replied, not daring to look at the kitten's exposed breasts: "They should have arrived in the United States."

    "Is this what the Americans promised you?" Mao Mao saw Amid's shy look and didn't want to be bored, so he buttoned up his clothes again.

    "Yes!"

    ¡°Why?¡± I looked around at the rather spacious furnishings.  I am very curious about what kind of environment makes this person who does not have a difficult life betray his country.

    "I am a mid-level government employee, but I can only get less than $0 a month. I have no way to support my family." The man was very calm when talking about this issue.  His attitude tells us that he is simply stating a fact: "Besides, we don't want to starve to death."

    "This is a good reason. You are a great father and a great husband." Mao Mao smiled and patted him on the shoulder. If his whole family is in the hands of the US military, then we are not afraid that he will change his mind midway.

    Everyone took turns to rearrange their weapons. I replaced the 7.2*39mm A bolt and 5-inch barrel on the short assault rifle with a medium-caliber one.  338

    ? Lapuamagum action and 24-inch match-grade barrel with silencer.  The genius borrowed the multi-caliber universal idea of ??the captured strange gun and copied it. This rifle can be used with all popular bullet calibers and is compatible from top to bottom.  In the large-caliber bolt mode, you can directly switch to other caliber magazines by adjusting the circlip on the box. However, it will wear the rifling and reduce the life of the barrel.  However, we are not prepared to station in Iraq. The worst we can do is fight a war and change our guns.

    "What was the villa opposite used to be used for?" After I put the sight hidden under my arm on the weapon, the speeder began to sort out his own. He still used a 7.2-caliber gun, but changed the barrel to a 20-caliber gun.  inch.

    "It's the Iraqi Special Security Organization in Nasiriyah."

    "Iraqi Special Security Organization?" We were all stunned. It is equivalent to the United States' Department of Homeland Security and the Central Intelligence Agency combined together.  Their power is so great that they can even execute government officials directly without interrogation.  It's a bit like the East and West factories in China's Ming Dynasty.

    "You only get $0 a month to work there?" I looked at Amed in disbelief. This kind of organization is definitely a poor job.  Whoever is displeased will be punished with a crime, and he will make a fortune when his property is confiscated.  This is a beautiful thing like an imperial envoy!

    "There will still be a war in these two days. In order to make everyone work hard for the government, President Saddam ordered the payment of salaries.

    You already owe me nearly a year¡¯s salary!  Amed sighed after saying this: "I have studied in the United States, so it is good that I have not been investigated, not to mention any additional income."  "

    "I sympathize with you!" Mao Mao removed the laser measuring tool locator from his barrel guide, and then said to Amed: "Have you done what you were asked to do before we came here?"

    ¡°It¡¯s done!¡± Amed scratched his head and looked at us with confusion: ¡°You asked me to adjust the oil painting in the living room and I have already adjusted it! But I don¡¯t understand why.¡±

    "Of course. If everyone can understand, why are we fooling around?" Mao Mao opened the curtains on the back wall facing the river, took a look at the gun sight, then adjusted the hem of the laser rangefinder, and then took it  Ali pulled out a cable from the laptop in the luggage that Ali handed over and connected it to the laser ranging. He called up a decoding software and started running it. At this time, there was a vague sound from the speaker. Mao Mao made two adjustments on the computer.  The sound turned into sound.

    ¡°Check five times a day! Is this necessary?¡± The voice was in recognizable German, but the quality was still glitchy.

    After two more adjustments, it became a Munich accent.  Everyone glanced at the speed machine nearby without realizing it, and ended up pouring ice water on them when he stared back and almost caught a cold.

    "I don't know! But there's nothing wrong with being careful! That half-dead guy used to be a spy, and being cautious has become his character." Another voice also spoke German.

    Mao Mao then fixed the sight of the gun and connected it to the laptop through the S-terminal. There was an image on the computer, but it was just a distant view of the house.  As the magnification was adjusted, the image was focused on the bulletproof glass on the second floor opposite. It was originally just a piece of transparent glass.  Then the kitten started to choose from many models in the drop-down menu of the model box in the player program. At this time, the transparent glass began to turn into pitch-shaped pixels. Finally, after selecting alpha-3427, the image improved dramatically.  A slightly distorted reflection image appeared on the player. After adjusting the color levels and pixel spacing, except that the left and right sides of the reflection image were still reversed, it was almost like a camera installed in the opposite room.

    "My God! What's going on?" Amid looked at the images on his notebook and covered his chest.??Call out.  It was two men in military uniforms scanning the entire room with anti-eavesdropping detectors.  The sound is paired with the image, and everything in the opposite room is completely under our control: "Since those weirdos entered the SSO (Iraqi Special Security Organization), they scanned the entire room five times a day, not even the ventilation ducts.  However, the bugs and cameras that were previously installed have been dug out. How did you do this?"

    "Don't look at me! I don't know either!" I saw that he kept looking at me after he finished speaking, as if he was waiting for my answer and he shrugged helplessly.

    "How did you do that?" Amed hesitated and leaned forward to ask the kitten, as if he was not used to asking questions to women.

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    "Oil paintings are painted on canvas. The principle of a stretched canvas is the same as the diaphragm in a telephone microphone. When the sound vibrates, the amplitude will change accordingly. As long as a sufficiently precise laser instrument is used, the canvas can be measured  The amplitude of the shock on the surface can be interpreted, so that the sound transmitted to the canvas can be interpreted." Mao Mao probably also felt that Amed's family was in the hands of the Americans. This guy did not dare to betray, so he explained to him: "And the picture is  This is because all bulletproof glass in Iraq is imported from foreign countries, but civilians cannot afford it. All bulletproof glass sold to Iraq has been handled by the US intelligence agency, and the internal crystal structure of the glass has its own arrangement.  Rate. By collecting this rate and rearranging it on the computer, the image reflected on the glass can be calculated before scattering.

    This way you don¡¯t need any special equipment and you don¡¯t have to worry about being found out.  "

    "" The expression on Amed's face was extremely weird. Surprise, anger, fear, and surprise flashed through one by one. In the end, only relief was left. I guess he was pleased with his decision not to become an enemy of the US military.  .  to be honest!  I can understand his mentality. Iraq's scientific research level and national strength are really far behind those of the United States.  To him, these things about kittens were like myths and he couldn't understand them.  Just like the African natives once held spears and went to war with the government troops, but the result was just a few words in foreign newspapers "Courage is commendable"

    ¡¯s praise, it is estimated that readers will not admire those dead bodies literally.

    Now, we have surveillance pictures and sounds. If the bulletproof glass hadn't affected the effect, we could annihilate all opponents in one fell swoop as long as we fired a powerful enough individual bullet.

    "Hey! Look at this!" I was thinking about something when the kitten suddenly said.

    I looked at the screen intently.  His heart skipped a beat as the half-dead man Calicruz was pushed into the house. Behind him were several people with different skin colors and costumes.  Seeing the zombie-like guy in the wheelchair, blood surged from my stool, and I could feel the burning temperature of my face without looking in the mirror.  Thinking of this guy just a hundred meters away

    "Remember what I told you on the road?" The butcher was standing next to me. Seeing the change in my expression, he poked my waist with his finger from the side.  The sharp stinging sensation startled me.  Busy exhaled gently to suppress the rising anger.

    "Sir! The room is clean!" After the two of them finished, they took the scanner in their hands and went out.

    "Clean?" Cali.  Cruz smiled and looked around, lowered his head and pulled the bandage on his hand, then raised his head and said to the others: "I hope so. Okay! Gentlemen! Your intention here is very clear. I  I have also put forward my needs. As long as you can satisfy me, then what I have in my hand will be yours.

    "Mr. Cruise! With all respects. We have verified the information you gave us, so we will agree to your first request, and we have also done the second request, and even the third one.  We're here. But your behavior of sitting on the floor and raising your price now makes me doubt your sincerity." An Arab-looking man sat down at the coffee table in the room and was the first to speak.

    "Really?" Cali.  Cruz smiled and said: "Indeed! You are very trustworthy. However, you get benefits every time. Isn't it right? Although the request I made this time is very personal, you will still agree. Isn't it?  Mr. Jonathan. Time waits for no one!"

    ¡°¡­¡± The man heard this and looked at Cali carefully.  Cruz looked for the slightest possibility of wavering.  In the end, I could only sigh helplessly and give in: "Okay! Mr. Calicruz, I can go back and talk to the superiors. I hope the final decision will satisfy you."

    "Thank you!" Cali.  Cruz lowered his head and pulled the bandage on his body again, then raised his head and said, "I hope I can see him next time we meet again! See you off!"

    Hearing this, my heart skipped a beat.  See him?  He's not her?  This guy exchanges what he has in his hands for someone else?  The first possible person that pops up in my mind is my son.?Cali.  When Cruz contacted me, he said that the child's matter had nothing to do with him, but he would definitely be able to get it, so it was related to Jonathan.  Then just catch him

    "Be patient!" The speed machine was standing in front of me when he said this, and he didn't even look back.

    "But" Blood energy surged.

    "He might have something else to say. You know!" The speed machine gave me no room to speak.

    "But" He was stunned.

    "If you don't see a rabbit, you won't scatter an eagle!" The butcher poked me in the back, leaned into my ear and said in Chinese: "This is an old Chinese saying among you Chinese people. Are you going to risk your life just to catch the wind and catch a shadow? Do you want me to?"  I am willing. Before I see that little thing wrapped in a diaper, I can¡¯t even move my toes. Neither can you"

    "Patience! Patience! Patience!" The speed machine turned back and looked directly into my eyes and said word by word: "bestshotiis"

    ? illigshot!  otheisdhit!  "

    "Hoo! Hoo! Hoo!" I took a few deep breaths but still couldn't suppress the sweet ferocity in my heart. I turned my face away from the butcher and punched the wall between the inside and outside behind me. I was desperate to vent my anger.  The fist smashed through the thick wooden wall like a bamboo, and when he retracted his hand, the soundproofing cotton and wood slag were scattered by the sleeves.

    "Shoul" The kitten said something from behind me before I waved my hand to block it.

    "Don't say anything!" I ignored the tattered sleeves and pushed open the wooden door next to the hole and walked into the back room. Then I closed the door and leaned on the door panel, then pulled out a military jumping knife and stabbed it on the outside of my thigh, and then stabbed the outside of my thigh.  One hand unconsciously stretched forward to grab something, but he kept chanting: "Patience! Patience! Patience"

    I don¡¯t know what I am doing, I just instinctively know that it is the right thing to do

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