Super Zoo

"I thought you would take advantage of the situation and pretend to be that saint." Zhao Yun said with a smile: "Although Zoroastrianism is a small sect, it has a deep foundation. More than a thousand years ago, it was the state religion of the Persian Empire and was more powerful than Christianity. Although there are not many people who believe in Zoroastrianism in the Middle East now, those who can still maintain their faith after so many years are extremely loyal believers."

"No, I don't want to deal with foreign religions." Su Ming shrugged. Domestic religions and foreign religions, especially those in the Middle East, are too different. Domestic religions are just a product of "maintaining social stability" under the regime and do not have their own energy. Religions in the Middle East are still vaguely above the government. Many of them are simply holding guns in their hands, and their doctrines are higher than the law.

It is better to offend the local government or even the warlords than to offend religion.

Besides, the reason why I can resist fire is because of the energy storage ball, and it has nothing to do with their saint.

It is fun to pretend today, but it will be exposed in the future. At that time, I will be hunted down by thousands of loyal believers like Basel who dare to self-immolate all over the world.

Standing at the airport entrance, I saw that Baghdad International Airport was surrounded by layers of barbed wire. On the lawns around the airport, pairs of armed soldiers were seen dating... Oh no, it was teams of armed soldiers patrolling. The entire airport, except for the runway, was relatively flat. The surrounding lawns were full of big and small holes.

During the years when the Americans dominated Iraq, Baghdad Airport was the most heavily defended and attacked place due to the transportation of troops and supplies. It is said that at the peak, eighteen rockets were fired at the airport from outside in one day.

This also shows how bad Iraq's economy is now. After so many years, there is no money to repair the holes on the airport ground.

"Will that guy be sentenced?" Su Ming left the plane and pointed at Basel who was being escorted away by soldiers and asked Zhao Yun. Although Basel is a bit nervous, he is more like a man than the short guy who can only talk nonsense. Of course, Su Ming doesn't want to deal with Basel again. This guy is too dangerous!

"It shouldn't be. Most Muslims don't reject Zoroastrianism. Some even think that Mazda is one of the incarnations of God. There are still very few people as extreme as the mustache. Every family has its own problems. The Iraqi government has always been mainly trying to win over and protect this small sect with a long history. Fortunately, no one died. I guess they don't even need to pay compensation. They can just give their patriarch a lecture and take him back." Zhao Yun said.

After getting off the plane, I went to the airport to exchange 1.6 million Iraqi dinars. This local currency has depreciated severely. The official price and the ratio of Chinese currency are 1:166. 1.6 million dinars require about 10,000 Chinese currency. The airport staff exchanged them directly for Su Ming and his friends, and only charged 6,000. The largest denomination of this thing is 25,000 yuan per piece. It can only be used as pocket money in Iraq. When staying in a hotel, you still need to use US dollars or Chinese currency to settle.

After leaving the airport, the three of them took a yellow taxi and went straight to the local tourism management department. There will be an official who is responsible for contacting them, acting as a guide for the next visit, and handling various procedures for purchasing animals.

The taxi drove into the city. This once glorious ancient city was full of traces of war along the way. The most common thing on the street was soldiers with live ammunition. Some soldiers looked like children, not fully developed, with a childish look on their faces, and looked younger than Nangong Huang.

Taxi drivers all over the world are very talkative, and Baghdad is no exception. While driving the car very fast, swaying left and right to avoid the pits left by bombs on the ground, they chatted with Zhao Yun.

After learning that the three guests were from China in the East, the driver immediately showed great envy. The Chinese in Iraq may not have the best living conditions, but they are definitely the safest. Every day, bombings happen in certain unspecified areas in Baghdad. The factions, government forces, rebels, the United Front, and the IS in the north are fighting each other. The Chinese government's attitude towards the outside world has resulted in no one being offended, so no faction has taken the initiative to attack the Chinese. As long as they don't go to crowded places, religious holy places, and areas where Shiites are concentrated, the Chinese are basically safe.

"He said he really wanted to live in China. He heard that there is no need to fight all day there, there are no guns, everyone believes in Marx, and dozens of races live together peacefully." Zhao Yun translated.

"I understand. My dad asked me to come here so that I could receive patriotic education."

Nangong Huang's words are really not a joke. When he was in China, he always felt that this country was not good, and life was not satisfactory. But after a trip to a place like Iraq, compared with his peers on the street who had to pick up guns at the age of twelve or thirteen and could be blown to pieces by bombs at any time, Nangong Huang's life in China is completely a paradise.

Su Ming didn't say anything, thinking that he couldn't take you with him next time he went to Europe.

The car drove very fast and soon arrived in front of a three-story building in the eastern part of Baghdad.

From the outside, it looked like a small hotel. There was an Iraqi flag hanging at the door. There were several holes on the flag, which were probably bullet holes.

This shabby place is the Ministry of Tourism. It is a provincial and ministerial unit of a country. It looks not much different from the town government of Sun Town. The biggest difference is that there is no security guard at the entrance of Sun Town Government. There are two soldiers with live ammunition standing on the left and right of the entrance of the Tourism Department.

Seeing three yellow people with suitcases getting off the taxi and walking towards the Ministry of Tourism, the two soldiers blocked the entrance without thinking, looking up and saying nothing.

Su Ming stuffed a dinar into each of them. The two soldiers looked down at the denomination of 10,000 on it, and immediately flashed to the sides like robots, without asking them what they were doing, and let them go directly.

The person who received Su Ming and his friends was a middle-level official of the Ministry of Tourism. He had a separate office with an electric fan. After a brief conversation, the other party made a phone call and chattered a few words.

"He arranged for us to have an official from the Tourism Bureau, which is roughly equivalent to a 'deputy section-level clerk' in China, to lead us to buy animals in the next few days. However, we need to be responsible for the food, accommodation and transportation of this guide, as the Tourism Bureau does not have funds for this." Zhao Yun said.

Not long after, the door was pushed open, and a dark and thin little man walked in from outside. After entering, he did not even look at Su Ming and the others, but respectfully saluted the 'leader'.

"It's him... it's him?" Zhao Yun's voice suddenly changed.

The little clerk had turned around and happened to meet Su Ming and the others.

It was the guy who quarreled with Basel on the plane.