Dominate South Asia

Osama only had a general idea of ​​the dirty bomb, but the specific manufacturing still depended on the nuclear expert. Although Pakistan also had nuclear experts, this matter could not be related to Pakistan, and India had to be dragged into the water.

The nuclear expert had woken up, and the pain in his arm began to gradually stimulate his nerves, and he couldn't help but **. At the same time, his eyes slowly opened, and the vicious militant appeared in front of him again.

"What do you want to do with me?" The nuclear expert asked Osama.

"I want you to design a dirty bomb for us." Osama said: "We need a model, how to place the nuclear materials, how much is needed, how much explosives are needed, and what shape is needed to achieve the greatest effect."

"That's impossible." The nuclear expert said: "Unless you kill me."

"Of course we won't kill you." Osama smiled: "We will only help you, come on, give him another injection of something to relieve his pain!"

After speaking, Osama stood up, and a soldier next to him took out a syringe from the medicine box again and walked towards the nuclear expert.

Suddenly, the nuclear expert trembled. He had guessed something. The injection from the other party was addictive! If he got addicted, he would be completely controlled by the other party!

He tried to shrink his body, but then he was caught by a pair of huge hands. The needle of the other party pierced his arm. At the moment the needle pierced, he felt a kind of refreshing feeling. The wound was not so painful. He closed his eyes and it seemed that his body began to wander in the clouds, light and floating.

Only in the depths of his heart did he feel something was wrong. The injection he had just given himself was definitely not just to help him relieve pain. This kind of thing must be addictive!

When all the feelings faded, although he did nothing, he still felt a burst of exhaustion.

Outside, the sky slowly brightened.

Tied to the back seat of the motorcycle again, the nuclear expert was a little depressed.

"It seems that he slept well yesterday." Osama said: "Give him another injection, two injections this time!"

There was fear in the eyes of the nuclear expert. Watching the other party inject two injections into his arm, the pupils of his eyes began to change, and a wonderful scene appeared in front of him.

"The effect is good." Osama said, "Let's go."

"Mr. Ben, the intelligence from Hyderabad has come. The Indian government did not compromise with us, but increased its offensive momentum. The vanguard troops have entered the city. They are fighting with us street by street." Bhindranwale said to Osama.

"The Indian government is a group of brainless guys. They are testing our bottom line. Let's see if we dare to do this." Osama said, "We must let them know that it is because of their naivety that so many innocent civilians have died."

The motorcycle team continued to drive in the wilderness. Their goal was Kolkata, the second largest city in India!

Halfway through, the nuclear expert was injected twice, and his body was almost in an excited state. Looking at his appearance, you know that he must have fallen into another world, that world, is heaven.

When night fell again, the motorcycle team finally arrived at the outskirts of Kolkata, a small city called Howrah. They rested again in an abandoned factory outside the city.

"How do you feel?" Put the nuclear expert down. Seeing the other party trembling, Osama felt very accomplished.

"You all deserve to go to hell!" The nuclear expert said viciously to Osama and others.

"Yes, we all deserve to go to hell, so should you go to heaven?" Osama said: "You are engaged in a job that is even more hellish! You are working on nuclear weapons. You will kill more people!"

"No, I am doing this for the future of India!" The nuclear expert said: "India is a big country. It must have nuclear weapons to deter surrounding countries."

As he was talking, his body suddenly trembled, and he felt that every muscle and every cell was longing for something.

"Quick, give me another injection." The nuclear expert said to Osama.

Everyone has a different degree of resistance to this injection. Some people have to be injected repeatedly for a month before they become dependent, that is, addicted. The guy in front of him obviously has the worst physique. After only two days of high-dose eight injections, he has become addicted.

This feeling makes people want to live but not, want to die but not, and it is even more painful.

Osama looked at the guy in front of him, slowly twitching and falling to the ground, and then rolling around, knowing that he had successfully controlled this guy.

Death can solve the problem, but the will to live will make most people not choose to die. If they don't die, they will have to be manipulated by others.

"It's completely okay for me to give you an injection, but you have to help us make a dirty bomb." Osama said.

"That's impossible." The nuclear expert said.

"Then you continue to enjoy this feeling." Osama said: "We have many ways that you can try."

The eyes seemed to be protruding from the eye sockets, and the whole body was no longer controlled by the brain. It was completely spontaneously performing low-level nerve reflexes. This feeling was like falling into a cold hell.

"How about it? Do you agree?" Osama asked.

"No...Impossible." The nuclear expert still insisted.

"Okay." Osama said, "Then nail a few more spikes on him." Osama said.

A soldier skillfully opened his equipment and revealed a metal spike inside. This kind of spike can be used to skewer lamb for roasting or to pierce other meat.

For example, now, the twitching nuclear expert watched two big men press down one of his legs, and then the sharp spike was about to be inserted into his toes. He knew what the other party wanted to do.

"You can't feel the pain now, maybe you will enjoy it very much." Osama said to the other party happily.

Now, his nerves are in a disordered state, and he can't feel the pain below for the time being, but the strong visual touch has made his heart completely scared. The other party is a devil, a devil from hell!

"Okay, I agree." Looking at the spike about to be inserted into his toes, he finally gave in.

"Give him an injection first." Osama said.

The injection was injected into his arm again, and his twitching body finally relaxed. The expression on his face began to gradually become enjoyable, and his eyes were unfocused, obviously entering another world.

When this feeling passed, he had no strength in his body, and his brain hurt as if it had exploded. In his mind, he seemed to still vaguely remember what happened at that time.

He was already sitting on a chair. This was a closed room with only a table lamp, which was dimly lit, and behind the table lamp sat another person.

"Sir, please tell me how we can make a dirty bomb." The man's cold voice came.

Suddenly, the nuclear expert trembled, and he finally remembered that he had promised the other party to make a dirty bomb!

No, he couldn't help them even if he died! When that feeling passed, he was now rational again.

"I'm sorry, I don't know what you are talking about." The nuclear expert said.

"Don't know?" The other party listened to the nuclear expert's words and continued coldly: "You should do what you promised us. Three hours ago, you promised us to help us make a dirty bomb. Now, you want to go back on your word? You should know that you have no way back now. As an Indian nuclear expert, you have helped us and obtained Indian nuclear materials. You promised to help us make a dirty bomb. Now you go back on your word?"

"When did I help you?" The nuclear expert was even more shocked.

"Without your help, how could we know the route for transporting nuclear materials? If we didn't know the route, how could we ambush there in advance? All the escorts died, and you are the only one left. Do you still want to quibble?" The other party continued.

The nuclear expert's heart sank. He knew that he had been tricked by the other party, completely tricked!

"Your family in New Delhi has been controlled by the Indian government. We speculate that they are probably trying to lure you into the trap." The other party continued: "Fortunately, our people rushed ahead and rescued your six-year-old son. Otherwise, he would have been harmed by the Indian government."

Six-year-old son! This nuclear expert has six children, five daughters and one son! In India, daughters are worthless.

Now, hearing that his youngest son was rescued by the other party, he was actually controlled by the other party and held hostage. The nuclear expert knew that he was afraid that he had no way out.

"What did you do with him?" the nuclear expert asked.

"We protected him well." The other party continued: "Now, it depends on your degree of cooperation."

"I don't know how to make a dirty bomb." The nuclear expert said: "I am a nuclear expert, but I study nuclear bombs, not dirty bombs."

"It seems that you still don't believe us." The other party said: "Do we have to send you your youngest son's hands before you can believe that we have protected him? Dr. Sal? Dr. Baba's assistant?"

These two days, while taking this nuclear expert on the road, Osama was not idle. He sent the guy's appearance back to Pakistan, and then found out the guy's identity through the intelligence agency. It turned out to be a big fish that escaped in Mumbai by chance, Dr. Baba's assistant! (To be continued ~^~)