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The base of the anti-government armed organization was built deep in the desert in eastern Iran. There is no asphalt road, only a small road that is squeezed out by vehicles on weekdays. However, it is a sand dune area after all, and the road is not compact enough, and the vehicles are bumping on it. Every time a big bump appeared, Zhang Zhang felt like he had been shot again. The severe pain spread from the side of his waist and swept to his fingertips. He even felt extravagant to breathe.

Lifting his eyelids, he saw the man driving the car from the middle of the front seat. His vision was blurred, and everything he saw lost its original shape.

Another strong bump appeared, Zhang Zhang felt as if he was being bounced up, his body hit countless circles in the air, and then fell heavily, Zhang Zhang finally couldn't help but said, "Take it easy...you How are you going to kill me?"

The soft voice seemed to be completely covered by the Hummer's engine, and the man didn't even turn his head. Zhang Zhang swallowed his saliva and was about to speak again, but the man suddenly turned his head and stared at himself with dark and menacing eyes.

Although there were not too many facial expressions, Zhang Zhang confirmed that the man was anxious. He blinked and smiled, forget it, anyway, the pain was prepared for a long time ago, and it was not a fatal injury. He bumped a few times People can't die, and besides, if you go there early, you can get treatment early.

The base of the anti-government armed organization is more than 300 kilometers deep into the desert. On weekdays, Zhang Zhang mostly chooses to use a helicopter to enter. Even when he is in good health, he does not want to suffer this crime, let alone now.

Zhang Zhang looked at the roof of the car feebly, and began to think about distracted things, the matter of the rat's withdrawal, and his main task for coming to Iran this time, but these thoughts were shattered, crushed into pieces by the pain of the body and the bumps of the car body. Fragments one after another, arranged in a chaotic and disorderly manner.

Zhang Zhang took out a cigarette from his trouser pocket a little irritably, and when he tremblingly lit the lighter, the man in front turned his head and glanced at him again, Zhang Zhang handed over the cigarette he was pinching in his hand, "Why don't you?"

The man didn't speak, but took the cigarette and bit it on his lightened lips. There were brown blood stains on the white tobacco rod, which matched the lip color very well.

Zhang Zhang remembered that this man seemed to be injured too, shouldn't he?It's really bearable, I can't see it at all.

When night fell, they finally entered the sphere of influence of the base. When the security guards with guns knocked on the car window, they were frowned by the smell of smoke inside. It was carried out.

Zhang Zhang has been to this base no less than 10 times, and the last time was 3 days ago, just for this batch of arms sales. Naturally, the security guards remembered this person.

However, when they carried them back, they routinely checked the bodies of Zhang Zhang and Lei Gang with signal detectors before putting them into the base.

The center of the base was originally in a mountain, with passages extending in all directions and small caves one after another dug out. Later, with the expansion of the number of people, a lot of tents were set up outside the mountain. Organization members move around.

When Lei Gang limped in, he even saw a 4-5-year-old child playing with an AK47, poking the muzzle of a gun at the stones on the ground, looking up, his eyes were black and white, and he had a picture of innocence. His face reminded him of a child who held a pistol in his hand and shot him in the head when he was fighting East Turkistan. There was a murderous look in those eyes, a 5-6 year old child...

This base is not purely for men. There are also many women and children. They can pick up guns at any time and be ready to kill people at any time. Their publicity is to oppose Iran and the European Union and maintain national peace. Facts have proved that it is the struggle between religion and political power, and the losers are forced to live in a corner.

Ferocious and forbearing, like a snake.

Zhang Zhang was sent to a larger tent with dim lights. A bearded man with a black turban wrapped around his head greeted him and helped two guards put him on a bed that looked clean.

Lei Gang looked at this man carefully and confirmed that he was not the leader of the base. Although the special forces did not have as much information as the intelligence personnel, at least it was necessary to remember the appearance of the leaders of various terrorist organizations.

The doctor said a few words to Lei Gang when he cut Zhang Zhang's pre-bandaged wound, in Persian, Lei Gang walked aside with a cold face, rummaged through the things on the medical shelf, and wanted to find anti-inflammatory drugs, the doctor's voice increased , the two guards were about to rush forward to hold Lei Gang down. Lei Gang's muscles just tensed up when he heard Zhang Zhang say something in Persian angrily, and quickly fell silent behind him.

When the doctor was treating the wound, Zhang Zhang had been watching Lei Gang's movements, from rummaging for medicine to sitting on the ground. Lei Gang sat down with his back against the wooden box, his injured leg stood up and bent, and he untied his leg. Then he crushed the anti-inflammatory medicine in the medicine bottle with his fingers and carefully sprinkled it on the wound.

Zhang Zhang thinks this man is really handsome, like a beast licking his wounds alone, when he occasionally raises his head, his eyes are somewhat alienated and cautious, with a feeling of indifference, as if scratching the apex of his heart, Crispy and numb.

Perhaps the first impression is too important.

Zhang Zhang turned his head to look at the light bulb above his head, which was a bit dazzling, and he moved away quickly, but two white spots fell on his retina.

In fact, there is never a shortage of such people around him. When he is on a mission, it is common to deal with wounds alone in a desperate situation, but he just feels that this man is different. There is a sense of danger, which reminds Zhang Zhang of the man in the collection room. A pistol, simple appearance, powerful firepower, but he never fired a single shot.

The doctor looked at the wound and wanted to inject him with morphine, but Zhang Zhang refused.

He has endured the tossing six hours on the road, not to mention that he still needs to keep a clear mind to deal with the next thing when he gets here.

After all, I have lost the weapon that they urgently needed. If I want to continue to cooperate, it is unreasonable not to appease them.

Halfway through the stitching of the wound, the curtain of the tent was lifted, and three men walked in one after another. The one in the middle was wearing a long robe, with a bushy beard and a very ordinary face. He was about 50 years old. It was the aquiline nose, and the high bridge of the nose made the eyes extraordinarily fierce.

Zhang Zhang grinned and smiled softly, "Brother Ali."

Ali Lipasin, his main target in Iran, has been following this line for two years, and the relationship can be considered harmonious. Of course, everything is based on interests.

Zhang Zhang has no doubt that once he shows his feet, he will be killed by the other party, and he will die badly.

Ali held Zhang Zhang's hand as soon as he walked in, with worry and annoyance in his eyes, "My brother, who hurt you?"

Zhang Zhang instantly entered the role, shaking his head, his eyes gleamed with anger, a thread stretched from his clenched cheek, and the doctor who was stitching up the wound hurriedly patted his abdomen to make him relax.

"Is it the government army?"

Zhang Zhang shook his head, "I don't know...they are all foreigners, maybe mercenaries, and everyone I brought..." As he spoke, the corners of Zhang Zhang's mouth curled up into a smile, cruel, angry, and overly agitated. The blood-red eyes overflowed, making Ali have no doubts about what would happen if he caught someone.

"Let me check for you." Ali slapped his arm with a common hatred, with a stern expression, "This is my territory."

Zhang Zhangtian licked his dry lips and nodded, "There are still goods..."

"I know. Let's talk about it tomorrow after you rest."

Zhang Zhang was silent for two seconds, struggling to sit up, but was pushed back by the doctor, he kicked the doctor out angrily, and said in the doctor's exclamation, "Impossible! My life was almost dead Throwing it in this desert, I must know who did it! The shortest time! The shortest!!” The last two words, Zhang Zhang almost gritted his teeth, crushed them, and spat them out.

Perhaps, Ali was not surprised that Zhang Zhang would say such words, and nodded, "I'll be back after you've dealt with the wound."

Zhang Zhang held his hand tightly, his eyes gleamed fiercely, the burning blood in his eyes was shrouded in a thin layer of water, and he looked straight at Ali's face, "300 kilometers, the national highway near the border , your territory."

Ali glanced at the silent Lei Gang, "Can he move?"

Zhang Zhang followed his gaze, and Lei Gang slowly stood up, looked back at Ali expressionlessly, and nodded.

When Ali led people out, Lei Gang followed behind with difficulty. Zhang Zhang's eyes fell on his legs, and suddenly he was a little worried about his injury. It would take nearly a day to go back and forth. , and, really a little disturbed, this group of special forces can't even pretend to be mercenaries, how can they deal with these cunning poisonous snakes alone?

"Just now." Zhang Zhang yelled softly, "Your leg injury?"

Lei Gang turned around and glanced at him, then opened the curtain.

Zhang Zhang didn't miss that look, does that mean he underestimated him?Zhang Zhang thought for a while, turned his head, closed his eyes and accepted the treatment silently.He thought of Lei Gang's character, his extreme lack of facial expressions, which may be a good thing, the less words he has, the easier it is to keep secrets, but his life is in the hands of others, which makes him extremely insecure .

The doctor came back in a hurry, and was glared at by Zhang Zhang. The doctor's eyes were full of fear, and his attack became lighter.

It was already an hour later when he woke up again, and the fluid injected into his body should still contain some narcotic drugs to help sleep. Zhang Zhang slept comfortably for this hour, and the complete deep sleep made him feel very energetic.

The short period of relaxation made him tense up when he saw Ali, but he relaxed when his body and facial expressions were inconsistent with the warning signals of his brain.

"How long?" Zhang Zhang asked in a hoarse voice.

"The weapon was really robbed?" Ali was sitting beside him, holding a glass in his hand, which contained a yellowish liquid, and the air smelled of alcohol.

Zhang Zhang looked at him indifferently, did not answer, just propped himself up with great effort, sat cross-legged, his eyes fell on his wine glass, "Give me some."

"My doctor told me that you can't drink alcohol." Ali said so, but passed the glass over, "Do you mind?"

Zhang Zhang smiled slightly with the corners of his mouth curled up, took the wine glass and drank it down in one gulp, then let out a long breath of sulk.

"Are you sure it wasn't done by government forces?" Ali asked again.

"Caucasian, well-equipped, well-mannered, the mercenaries I brought this time are no match at all, damn it! How do I know if they are government troops?" Zhang Zhang cursed and handed back the wine glass.

"They told me, you changed mercenaries? What about the original ones? Why did you change them this time?"

"You suddenly asked for goods, and my people sent some of them home."

"That's not a reason." Ali looked at him questioningly, "My friend, you would not have such negligence. I can't even understand that people other than government forces would attack you."

"So, I want to ask, why did you suddenly change the time of the transaction? You know how much preparation I need to do in order to be able to deliver the goods. Shouldn't you take some responsibility for this accident?"

Ali stared at him and stopped talking. From Zhang Zhang's words, it can be confirmed that the other party is not going to spit out the deposit.

Sure enough, Zhang Zhang said, "I need more than a week to prepare for the new goods, and I will make a deposit for another batch."

Ali stood up with a 'shua' sound, walked back and forth two steps in front of Zhang Zhang with his hands behind his back, and suddenly raised three fingers, "I placed a deposit of 3000 million, and you want to swallow it all??"