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    "Ahah" The screams outside the window woke me up from my light sleep. I grabbed the sniper rifle in my arms and rushed to the window. I gently lifted the curtains to expose a shallow slit and looked out.

    A Nissan pickup truck dragged a living person back and forth on the beach across the river. There was a person standing on the edge with a bucket at his feet. Every time the car passed in front of him, he sprinkled a spoonful of black liquid on the ground.  The most miserable moment when the guy hanging behind the car screamed was when he passed in front of him. Countless people gathered around the embankment and looked down, but no one made a sound.

    "What's the number?" The voice of the butcher in the outer room came through the hole in the wooden wall I had punched.

    "The thirty-fifth one!" Amid's voice trembled at least three times on the Richter scale when he spoke: "That's Jha #83 Akbar!"

    "Do you know him?" Mao Mao's voice suddenly broke in, with obvious surprise in his voice.

    "Yes! He is my colleague!" The car stopped. Through the telescope, you could see that the guy behind the car was covered in black cock. After careful observation, it turned out that the thing poured on the ground was asphalt. The victim was  After dragging the hot asphalt, drag it back and forth on the sharp rocks to scrape off the asphalt burned into the human body piece by piece, including the skin and flesh. However, the new asphalt wraps the wound and seals the blood flow until it is sharpened again.  The stone scraped off and carried away deeper human tissue, layer by layer. After the car stopped, the guy's body was covered in gravel-covered asphalt and turned into a stone cocoon. Although there was no blood, there was no trace of blood.  The whole person has lost half of his weight.

    "They are already alert! Someone must have snitched. We'd better run away for our lives as soon as possible." Amed walked back and forth in the house, shaking his hands as he walked, which reminded me of the old lady who practiced throwing hands at home when I was a child.

    "Don't worry!" Xiao Lie pushed aside the coward blocking the way and looked at the movement on the other side and said: "If they suspected you, this place would have been demolished to the ground. The only thing you can do now is to go to get off work every day. , when the war starts, you can go wherever you want."

    "When will the war start?" Amid asked a question that everyone around the world wanted to know.

    "It's probably late April!" Mao Mao said casually while looking out the window: "I heard that the US government sent a group of special forces to Iraq two days ago based on the reports of the intelligence personnel who came in in February.  The armed forces establish contact and transport a batch of weapons in order to enhance and launch unconventional battlefield capabilities with them. It is estimated that it will take some time to be ready for internal and external cooperation."

    "Are there so many terrorist fighters in Iraq?" Amid, an intelligence officer himself, was shocked when he heard the news.

    "The Kurds in the north plus other ethnic minorities, the persecuted Shiites in the south, and the mercenaries who sneaked in in the name of journalists. There are quite a few of them!" The cat suddenly laughed when he said this: "ghoul! Come out!  Look which acquaintance it is!"

    Before she said anything, I had already seen the guy she was referring to - the painter!  It turned out that the woman had been caught in the trunk of the Nissan car, holding a camera in her hand to record the guy who was tortured half to death.  After the car stopped, she still didn't get out. She didn't get out of the car until she saw the poor guy stop shaking for the last time, then climbed up and jumped out of the car with a smile.  Then he stared at the video recorder and smiled happily.

    "I saw it!" Although it was impossible to do so from hundreds of meters away, I seemed to be able to hear the soft laughter that kept me tossing and turning for months, and I felt a constant itching sensation under my skin like a fire snake crawling across it.

    "Oh! Ghoul! Are you really sure you can survive this woman's hand? I guess you asked her to let you go, right?" Mao Mao watched as the painter put a man in tattered bloody clothes  The man pulled him closer, pressed one hand into the boiling asphalt, fished it out and poured cold water on it.  He took a vise and twisted the hard tar and began to peel off the cocoons one by one and couldn't help but think.

    "I don't know either! But one thing is for sure, this woman has really not changed at all!" Looking at the piles of "pimps" on the ground and the miserable appearance of the guy screaming and crying as he begged for old age and death,  I even doubted whether I could make it to the end.  Maybe the captain took care of my face so he could comfort me, an addict who was confused at the time.

    "Who are they putting on a show for?" The butcher stood on the coffee table, peeling the apples with huge sabers.

    "I can tell you! Our family is not the only one who lives on this street alone who is not Iraqi." Mao Mao is the only character who can wear a suit and go out. There are many Aryan races in Iraq. She only shows her face.  It doesn't matter if your eyes wander around twice.  So she knows the neighborhood better than we do.

    "When are we going to see the end?" Amed listened to the screams outside the window. It seemed that every scream was like a sharp knife slashing at his chest. The sweat on his forehead became thicker and his face became more and more complex.  white.

    "Don't force me to kill you!" The butcher cut the apple into four parts, threw it to the kitten and the speed machine, and then placed one part on the table.  Then he threw what was left in his hand into his mouth and said nothing to the panicked Arab in front of him.

    "I" Amed was startled when he heard the butcher's words.  Frowning and gritting his teeth, he slowly walked to the corner and sat down on the chair with all his strength.

    "This one is much better!" The butcher looked at Amed sitting there, suppressing his fear and feeling helpless, nodding with satisfaction, then picked up an apple on the table and peeled it: "Three a day! There is only one left today!  "

    When I walked out of the room, there was a row of sliced ??apples on the table.  Sit down in front of the computer and look at Cali #83 Cruz¡¯s ugly meeting-cum-bedroom.  Although that guy can no longer run around, Yi Ting likes weapons. There is a half-assembled gold-plated 47 short assault rifle placed on the silk quilt.  Seeing him clumsily piecing together the parts with fingers of different lengths wrapped in white cloth, I, the bystander, felt anxious for him.

    "Your Excellency! Mr. Albala is here!" A man knocked on the door and came in to report.

    "Invite him in!" Cali #83 Cruz was startled by his voice. His hand trembled and the recoil spring that was loaded lost control and flew under the bed.  He hit himself on the arm angrily, and then said helplessly.

    After the man exited.  A man wearing a beret entered the room first. He first walked to the window and pinched the recoil spring. He walked to the bed and handed it to Cali #83 Cruz before he said: "Mr. Cali #83 Cruz!  You are really spirited. I guess Iraq¡¯s manufacturing technology will not catch your eye, right?¡±

    "Just to kill time!" After Cali #83 Cruz installed the recoil spring, he stopped and looked at the man and said, "You definitely didn't come here to inquire about this. Tell me! What's the matter?"

    "I have conveyed your proposal to His Excellency the President. The President is very grateful for your kindness. But he cannot accept the suggestion of fleeing without a fight." The man named Albala did not know what position he held, but he could see  It's certainly not a big deal to get an official position under Saddam Hussein.

    "I guess there should be a 'but' here!" Cali #83 Cruz lowered his head and continued the work at hand.

    "Hehe!" Albala laughed out loud: "But the President hopes that you can provide some concrete or pragmatic measures."

    "Really?" Cali #83 Cruz finally loaded the gun in his hand.  He gritted his teeth and pulled the gun to empty the chamber: "What pragmatic method?"

    "For example, finished weapons of mass destruction!" Kusai said as he walked into the house from the outside: "Father wants to take the opportunity of myopia to see you in Nasiriyah's military affairs. In addition to thanking you for the advanced weapons you provided a few days ago, I also hope that  What surprises can you give us.¡±

    "Surprise?" Cali #83 Cruz put the gold 47 in his hand on the bedside table and said, "I have a surprise! But whether you have time to go or not is a question."

    "Oh? What's the surprise?" Kusai heard something interesting and came to the bed with a surprised look on his face.

    "A surprise that can shake the world!" Cali #83 Cruz pulled out a folder from under the pillow and handed it to Cuse.

    Kusai took the folder, opened it and looked at it as if he didn¡¯t understand it, so he handed it to the officer named Albala next to him, and sat on the sofa waiting for him to explain to him.  The officer took the folder and quickly flipped through it.  It seemed that Nian was afraid that he would read too slowly and keep the second prince waiting, but after reading a few pages, his expression changed drastically. He turned back to the first page and read it carefully line by line, not caring that his face was getting worse and worse as he waited.  of Kusai.

    "Cough!" Kusai waited for a moment and found that the officer became more and more fascinated and angry, but when Cali#83 Cruz couldn't get into trouble, he coughed and woke the officer out of his concentration.  The officer didn't care that Kusai had mysophobia.  She leaned into his ear and whispered softly.  Kusai, who was still aloof at first, changed his expression after listening to two more words. He got up, took the folder, glanced up and down, saluted Cali #83 Cruz and left in a hurry.

    "Why did you give us this?" Albala waited for Kusai to leave for a while before asking Cali Cruz on the bed.

    "You want a surprise! Isn't this enough of a surprise?" Cali #83 Cruz looked at the officer in front of him who looked quite like Sahaf and smiled.

    "This" Albala pondered for a moment, shook his head and said, "It's too surprising! I'm afraidIraq won't be able to enjoy it!"

    "There's something in your words!" Cali #83 Cruz heard this and lifted the quilt to get out of the bed. When Albala next to him touched the cripple from the side, he suddenly stopped getting out of the bed and faced him.  He stared at the Iraqi soldier with a face.

    Albala did not look at Cali Cruz, who was staring at him, but took him off the bed and put him in the wheel.chair.  Pulling the blanket over his thighs.  Then he stood up and adjusted the beret on his head before looking back at Cali #83 Cruz, who was half shorter: "Can you give me a copy?"

    "Hehe! Hehe!" Cali #83 Cruz laughed.  After laughing, he scratched his face wrapped in cloth and reached out to pull out a CD from under the pillow and handed it to him: "Albala! Albala! I knew you were not a simple guy!"

    "Thank you!" Albala took the CD and stuffed it into his military uniform, then pulled up his clothes and said to Cali #83 Cruz: "It seems that you have already planned it! Do you have any requirements?"

    "It's nothing! I haven't finished some things yet. I just want to buy some time." Cali #83 Cruz said as he rolled his wheelchair to the floor-to-ceiling window and looked at the painter "playing" on the river bank.

    ¡°I think there¡¯s no problem here!¡± After Albala said this, he went out, leaving Cali #83 Cruz alone still sitting by the window not knowing what he was thinking.

    "What do you think he bribed those guys with?" Mao Mao turned to ask the rest of us after watching the scene on the screen.

    "I don't know! I don't want to know either." I stood up and walked to the window with the gun in my hand. I picked up the sniper rifle in my hand and pointed it through the sight at the Minoyin who was completely exposed to the muzzle.  I locked onto this guy like this countless times every day. If it hadn't been for the 2-inch-thick piece of bulletproof glass that could withstand the bombardment of a 20mm cannon, I would have killed him long ago.

    "I want to know. If it's important enough, maybe it can be used in exchange for help from the US government." Mao Mao looked at the satellite image transmitted from Genius on another screen, which showed Albala driving on the highway.  Sedan images.

    "It's not worth exposing yourself for this." The speed machine fiddled with his rifle.  He still didn't trust his new gun.

    "Yes!" The butcher was still watching the painter torture the prisoner with great interest. Seeing how he was rubbing his hands eagerly, maybe he and the painter were a perfect match: "Look at what I have seen of this guy in the past few days.  Those intelligence agents from various countries. Which of the information they took away was worthless? If this cripple hadn't been so disheartened, he would definitely be richer than the Saudi royal family based on the conditions these people promised him."

    "I'm not interested in any of this! Have you found the Arab who returned to Baghdad?" I lowered my gun in frustration and pointed it at the painter who was still on the river bank. It was easy to kill this perverted woman at this time, but Teacher Cang  Reading the full text of "The Two-Flying Journey Through Time and Space" is something I can't do to alert the enemy.  I hate being in a dilemma!

    "No!" Mao Mao looked at the others and said, "The genius said that there was a sandstorm when this guy left. The sandstorm was so strong that it blocked the satellite's view. The only thing that is certain is that the direction this guy is traveling is Baghdad.  "

    "Damn it!" I had no other choice but to complain.  It's been more than half a month, and we haven't gained much on our side. The assassins' progress was even more unsatisfactory, and they caught up to the base of the soldiers.  But I found that in addition to sentries and cameras, they also had a magnetic field warning system. Although it was just a simple wall-mounted fence alarm, we could only stay in the dark and watch those people wandering around the refinery as we traveled lightly.  Don't dare to get close.

    I have a hunch!  The power of these people is so great. If a full-scale war does not break out, the chance of success in a two-front battle is slim.  However, the United States has already begun to infiltrate in the early stage of the war.  However, it will still take quite a long time to achieve the required sabotage and instigation procedures.  And spring is about to enter, which is the season when sandstorms are raging. All kinds of advanced detection in the United States will become fragile and useless in front of it, and the weapon systems will also be greatly reduced.  If we don¡¯t fight now, we will probably have to wait until summer, when the weather is hot but the sky is clear after all.  But I can't wait until that time!

    As the kitten guessed, the importance of the information given by Cali #83 Cruz was far beyond our expectations when we saw the second prince again.  He was not alone. A large group of scientists with glasses followed him and filled Cali #83 Cruz's bedroom.  Before he arrived, his eldest brother Uday entered the bedroom first, leaving only one sentence: recommend me to my father to take charge of this project.  No matter how much dick gives you, I'll pay double.  Then he left in a hurry.

    ¡°It wasn¡¯t until those guys sat down and talked about that intelligence that we found out what Cali #83 Cruz was feeding them.  Centrifuge blueprint!  Anyone who has studied advanced physics as an undergraduate understands the principles of nuclear weapons, but the biggest difficulty in realizing it is the production of various required foods, and centrifuges are the top priority.  With this thing, nuclear raw materials can be enriched and weapons-grade nuclear weapons can be produced.  Since major nuclear powers such as the United States, China, Russia, France, and the United Kingdom have reached a consensus on the non-proliferation of this technology, non-nuclear countries may be able to obtain the finished product, but wanting to gain access to this technology is like going to heaven.  Unexpectedly Cali#83gram???Z actually possesses such a fatal thing.

    In the end, these experts finally reached a consensus that the Iraqi Nuclear Research Center currently has more than 500 tons of natural uranium ore and small amounts of cesium, cobalt and strontium. Although it is not possible to synthesize extreme nuclear fuel for weapons, it is still possible.  Iraq will not build an atomic bomb, but it may build one or two dirty bombs.  If used properly, it can cause more than 2,000 to less than 5,000 damage to unshielded US soldiers. Of course, some people say that it can cause tens of thousands of effects, but his tone cannot convince even himself.  Unless it's time for the US military to have dinner, no one will gather together and wait for you to blow up. Moreover, there are only a limited number of fighter jets that can take off, let alone break through the US military's air defense network.

    "Ha!" The Butcher smiled while looking at the popular and extraordinary scene on the screen: "I really hope they can gain something. Thousands of people died at once, which is a loud slap in the face for the United States!"

    The speed machine and I also showed expressions of hoping for something hot to watch, but the kitten couldn't laugh.  It is estimated that if the captain were here, he would have to jump around.  It's not anyone's business, no one has to worry about it!

    Unable to wait for the meeting to end, Kusai rushed out happily, probably to report the good news to his father.  He left, and Albala, who had also disappeared for several days, quietly appeared in front of Cali #83 Cruz's bed.  After sending the scientist away and closing the door.

    "I need the remaining information!" Albala said calmly: "We agree to any conditions you put forward."

    ¡°So which government do you represent?¡± Cali Cruz was not surprised at all by his appearance and generosity.

    "I think you know who I represent." Albala said in a very low voice: "Otherwise you wouldn't have designated me as your liaison with Mr. Kusai!"

    "I really admire you very much!" Cali #83 Cruz's tone was full of compliments.

    "Thank you! When are you willing to give us the information?" Albala thought for a while and then changed his words: "When are you willing to leave! Are you still waiting for that Pakistani dog?"

    "So you know Mr. Jonathan!" Cali #83 Cruz was very happy that Albala no longer concealed his words.

    "Of course!" Albala threw a stack of information in front of Cali Cruz: "The dozen or so old centrifuges in our country were purchased through him. You can tell from the inscriptions on the machines that he is  You're just treating people like dogs! I'm just curious about where you got this top-secret information."

    "Reciprocate!" Cali #83 Cruz picked up the stack of information and threw it aside without even looking at it. Albala beside him was not surprised by his move.

    "Pakistan probably doesn't have that much courage!" Albala used a positive name.

    ¡°I¡¯m very strict with my mouth!¡± Cali #83 Cruz¡¯s expression when he spoke was a standard portrayal of duplicity.

    "The list of American spies you brought with you when you came out of the United States is more than a year old, and its value has long since disappeared! I really wonder what kind of information you used in exchange for such important technology!" Albala said  At this moment, a strange color flashed in his eyes.

    ¡°It¡¯s just a piece of paper!¡± Cali #83 Cruz handed Albala a CD: ¡°This is the remaining information!¡±

    "You believe in us so much?" Albala was surprised by Cali#83 Cruz's generosity and asked involuntarily.

    "Of course!" Cali #83 Cruz waved his hand disapprovingly: "Let's not talk about the face you will lose if you break your promise. Just because you are greedy for the information that I can exchange for centrifugal technology, you will definitely do what you say."

    "Hehe!" Albala laughed awkwardly.  Then he took out a portable computer and satellite phone, put the CD in, and then transmitted the data to an unknown destination via satellite.  After the operation, he suddenly thought of something and said to Cali #83 Cruz: "Now I am more curious about who are you waiting for!"

    "Iran! It must be Iran!" After receiving the information we sent back, the genius came up with the answer without even thinking: "The only country in the Middle East that can build atomic bombs is Iran. It purchased centrifuges from Pakistan and produced a few.  of uranium hexafluoride. This is not shocking news in the world.¡±

    "Then why do they need this centrifuge technology?" The butcher was very dissatisfied with the genius who figured out the puzzle that he couldn't figure out, so there was a hint of resentment in his mouth.

    "The centrifuge can inject the nuclear material of uranium hexafluoride to extract uranium 235, but making a simple nuclear warhead requires about 20 kilograms of weapons-grade enriched uranium. With his existing 20 old centrifuges, it takes 2,000  It will take years to build an atomic bomb. By then, pigs in the United States will be able to fly airplanes." The genius said here and took out a calculator and shook it at the screen: "So, the production of centrifuges is an important shackle restricting the development of nuclear weapons. Although  centrifugal analysis in pakistan??The technology is very primitive and inefficient, but if 2-3000 machines work at the same time, the time to create a nuclear weapon can be shortened to about five to seven years.  so¡­¡­"

    "I understand!" The butcher waved his hand to stop the genius from talking any more.

    ¡°I don¡¯t think you understand at all!¡± The genius was interrupted by the butcher and became angry.  He said while looking at him sideways.

    "What's wrong? Come on, be careful! I'll beat you up!" The Butcher often bullied the weak in sex, but when it came time to use his brain, he was always outclassed by the skinny genius. This made him extremely annoyed, and the result was that he became even more useless.  Lee's bullying revenge.

    "Let me ask you! Are these things that Cali #83 Cruz delivered to your door valuable? Are they timely?" Although the genius was separated from the screen, he was still frightened by the threat of the butcher.  He immediately explained: "But, have you ever thought about it. What is the excuse for the Americans to send troops to Iraq this time?"

    "Weapons of mass destruction! Oh!!" The butcher suddenly realized.  I also followed Dawu.  Iraq used to have some chemical and bacteriological weapons, but ten years of sanctions and verification have destroyed very few of them.  Originally, the United States had no name for its troops this time, and it would not win the whole world if it forcibly raised troops.  But if Iraq really develops this technology to manufacture dirty bombs, wouldn't this just substantiate the charges the United States accuses them of?

    I can¡¯t help but start to wonder, did Cali #83 Cruz leave the U.S. Department of Defense?

    "More than that? This is simply killing two birds with one stone. Which of the Axis of Evil powers is the largest and the most powerful? Iran! The United States and Britain jointly mobilized troops to take down Iraq. But they are not sure to take down Iran. But if the world knew that a man who once fought for several characters in a novel  Then he issued a cross-border fatwa. The country that once claimed that it wanted to eliminate both the fallen civilization of the West and the eastward expansion of Islam to wipe out the pagans in the East has mastered the technology of manufacturing nuclear weapons. Hehe! How many people will jump? Even if the countries in the world don't send troops to attack him, he must be behind his back.  The diplomatic relations that the pragmatists have worked so hard to establish must be completely destroyed." Mao Mao also figured it out. The sad expression on her face probably meant that she was using her own soldiers for the U.S. government.  Be discouraged by life-risking behavior.

    "I guess the United States will not wait until Iran builds nuclear weapons before taking action. After all, American lives are valuable!" The genius was proud of his lover's transparency, but he was also nervous about her sadness, so he hurriedly comforted the kitten.

    Perhaps the successive shocking conspiracies were too shocking, and my mind was immersed in speculating on the content and intentions of Cali #83 Cruz and all parties, if this guy had not broken away from the US government.  So are the actions against wolves ordered by the Americans?  Maybe the trouble that comes to me is just incidental.  In this case, it is possible that kidnapping the child is just a formality, so the difficulty of rescue will not be as high as imagined.  I have never taken myself too seriously!

    By the time Cali #83 Cruz¡¯s bedroom was filled with people again, it was already late at night on March 9.  Half of Nasiriyah was under martial law, and our street was searched door to door, so I had to put on the robe again and hide in the boudoir.  It wasn't until Saddam and his sons Uday and Qusay sat in front of Cruz that we understood the purpose of this scale of martial law.

    "Your Excellency President! It's my honor to see you!" I don't know whether what the half-dead man said is true or false.

    "Selan!" Saddam sat there and spoke to Cali#83 Cruz, as if he were an emperor receiving his courtiers.

    ¡°I don¡¯t know why the President is here? Are you not satisfied with the information I provided?¡±

    "Dear Mr. Cali Cruz. The knowledge you brought to us is exciting. If it develops smoothly, it will surely revitalize Iraq." At this point, Saddam suddenly changed the topic: "But now, if we  If we develop this technology, then Americans will inevitably use this as an excuse to justify their shameless behavior. Then we in Iraq will become treacherous villains and evil terrorists in the eyes of the United States. So I decided not to develop this technology for the time being.  Technology, I am here just to thank you."

    "No development?" Our computers were relaying the news to the US military base through military satellites. Everyone who could hear Saddam's words was dumbfounded.  This dictator is quite transparent!  Don¡¯t fall for it!

    "Oh! Look at this!" Kitty suddenly pointed at the thin line that flashed on the screen.  The direction where the line shot was in a small building not far from us.

    "Laser locator." The other three of us all recognized what that thing was, a locator used to transmit GRS coordinates to precision guided bombs.  And that's for sure.  The F-7 stealth bomber that launched the bomb was already in the night sky near Nasiriyah.

    If you don¡¯t fall into the trap, you¡¯ll be in trouble!  With a black heart and two hands ready, Americans are ruthless!  The unexpected information sent back to the Treasury through the computer in front of us affected the scheduled start time of the war.  Dawn on March 20th!  Second Gulf WarIt broke out before!

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