Chapter 359 My heart is warm, and my body is warm too.

Chapter 359 My heart is warm, and my body is warm too.

Afghanistan. Panjshir Valley.

A US-Israel joint investigation team conducted an in-depth investigation at the site of the plane crash.

A group of militia members stood nearby with weapons in their hands, staring at the group of people operating high-tech weapons.

Massoud was holding a cigarette and an AK47 in his hand.

As the commander of the Panjshir resistance, he actually had unclear ties with the United States and Europe.

The biggest mistake the Soviet Union made was to get involved in the Afghan war, but if it had not been involved, Amin would have flirted with the United States, rejected the "invitation" several times, and even asked the Soviet Union to withdraw its ambassador. Oh, this can spoil you?

I'll give you a set of "Storm 333 Operation" right away!

I have to say that the Soviets are really cruel.

But at the same time, the Soviet Union involved in the war spent a lot of money every day, was dragged down by the quagmire, and was demoralized by the attacks of the mountain guerrillas.

At this time, the United States was of course willing to spend a lot of money to support anti-Soviet armed forces like Massoud, giving money to people, and even giving...India's latest YS planting technology!

Most of the drugs produced went into the pockets of the CIA.

You wouldn't have thought that Afghanistan is actually a famous "producing country". In fact, it is normal. In history, this place has been repeatedly invaded, and it is difficult to establish a stable, long-term and strong government. Most areas are under the rule of tribes and warlords, and local decisions are made by military leaders.

Typical separatist regimes!

In the 19th century, Rahman Khan, the ruler of Afghanistan, saw that British India was making money by selling YP, and he was jealous, so he introduced it into the country for large-scale planting.

And because of its high quality, it actually had a great impact on Britain's overseas sales. After entering 1979, the output at this time accounted for 5% of the world.

In the subsequent ten-year war, because of the need for money, the military leaders began to act recklessly, and even people like Masood could not avoid it.

In 1989, YS production accounted for 45% of the world!

To a certain extent, it completely surpassed the Golden Triangle and the Silver Triangle and became the overlord.

This place is a drug den.

Victor will take him down sooner or later!

Massoud saw two men climbing out of the pit talking, speaking fluent English, which he could understand half of.

They seemed to be talking about Soviet missiles.

Hit the abdomen, black box, etc.

"Mr. Massoud."

One of the white men waved at him, and the Afghan with a cigarette in his mouth was startled, threw the cigarette on the ground, and ran over, "Mr. Ebende, what's the matter?"

This guy is the US plenipotentiary representative in Afghanistan, and also an arms dealer.

Many of the "Panjshir Resistance Forces" are American goods.

"How is the investigation I asked you to help with?"

Massoud frowned, "My brother is in charge of this matter, I'll call him."

The American Ebende nodded.

Massoud asked someone to call Zia, who was in charge of intelligence, to tell them.

"According to our intelligence, at that time, someone saw a missile launching in a valley of the Northern Alliance, but it is still unknown whether it is true or not, and which specific force it belongs to."

The Northern Alliance is very powerful, and of course, the Americans and NATO are also behind it. It's just that after 1989, it began to become a little disobedient and wanted to fight to Kabul.

The Panjshir Resistance Force and the Northern Alliance are enemies. Because of their different races, they have fought each other for hundreds of years. Anyway, it's a mess.

Aibend glanced at the silent man next to him. The latter looked mean and squinted, "I hope you can help us. Afghanistan is the territory of the United States after all."

"Of course there is no problem. We are allies and best partners."

Masood was a little dissatisfied when he heard this. What is the territory of the Americans? This place belongs to the Afghans.

But he also knew that now is not the time to talk about this.

But it is inevitable to feel uncomfortable.

Aibend and the other two chatted as if no one else was around, and they didn't put Masood and others next to them on an equal footing.

"Okay, go and do your work." The other party waved his hand and said casually.

Masood looked embarrassed and blushed. He responded and walked to the side. His younger brother Zia muttered dissatisfiedly, "The Americans are getting more and more excessive."

"Yesterday, a group of consultants broke into a wedding house in the valley. They even asked to see the bride and had a conflict with the groom's family, injuring two people. They are simply bandits. If our people hadn't stopped them, they would have raped the bride!"

Zia was very angry, but lowered his voice.

Masood frowned, took out the homemade cigarette from his pocket and held it in his mouth. He hoped that the United States would help, but he didn't want the Americans to become the new "hegemon" here after the Soviet Union was driven away.

Afghans hope for true independence!

"You should watch more. If those consultants dare to mess around again, you can tell me that this is Central Asia, not North America. In North America, they were beaten like dogs by Mr. Victor and couldn't be rampant." Masood said.

He called Victor the word "Mr."

Because he is a firm believer in "Victorism", a saying that has recently become popular around the world.

The most important core is: any struggle is full of cruelty, don't give your future to others, you should hold the sword in your hand, and peace will continue from violence.

This kind of "Victorism" is quite extreme, and the market in Latin America is relatively small, but it is more popular in hot spots such as the Middle East and Central Asia.

Africa?

What kind of ideology does Africa need? Three people with guns go to fight. If you win, you get a young model, and if you lose, the whole family will eat. The matching mechanism is different. No matter what ideology you have, it is useless here.

But then again, Victor has opened up a new path.

If he can lead Mexico to rise, a hundred years later, he will have a strong mark in the world history books.

But...

How difficult!

After Masoud gave his instructions to his brother, he looked at the American who was chatting enthusiastically, pondered for a moment, turned his head and looked at Zia, "I have something for you, come here."

The younger brother looked puzzled, but still leaned over.

Masoud leaned over and gave him a few instructions.

The other party's expression suddenly became exciting, staring, "This...this..."

"What is this, go by yourself, remember not to let others know."

Zia swallowed his saliva, glanced around, and nodded cautiously.

The eldest brother actually asked him to contact Victor and meet him first so that he could help him if there was anything in the future.

Isn't this just rubbing Washington's face on the ground?

This matter cannot be told to anyone, otherwise, Masood and even the entire Panjshir resistance force will be abandoned.

Is this considered leaving a way out?

…

Ethan Hunt returned to his residence with a gloomy face.

The nanny called out to him.

He responded softly.

"Sir, dinner..."

"You guys eat, I have work, don't come to me if you don't have anything." He walked upstairs and said without looking back.

The two nannies looked at each other, and their eyes revealed worry.

It seems that the master's intention is not right. Is he going to be fired?

In the current market, it is really difficult to meet someone who does not deduct wages and has no special fetishes.

God bless Mr. Victor.

Ethan Hunt walked into the study, took off his suit, hung it on the hanger, looked out the window, and saw a red car parked not far from the door.

A hand stretched out, with a cigarette on it, flashing in the dark night.

"TMD!" Ethan Hunt cursed.

This car has been following him for many days. He thought it was "the Northern Army coming to assassinate", but the other party did not take any further action, just staring at him. In addition, Prime Minister Abrego's attitude towards him recently, many meetings did not even allow him to attend.

He understood that the other party suspected him.

The bait he threw last time did not take the bait, mainly because it was too fake.

Ethan Hunt did not know whether the other party had monitored his communication tools, so he did not dare to contact him, and could only rely on some other means to pass the message.

If that day really comes...

Then he can only take the last step.

"Hey!"

He sighed, smoked a cigarette, and began to deal with some documents that might be leaked in the study.

At this time, in the red car below.

Two men are kissing? ! ! !

The big brother with dragons and tigers on his arms is doing this.

Damn, aren't there women among the drug dealers?

Is it necessary to do this?

Gulala gulala~

Just then, there was a sound at the intersection. The two people were startled and separated. They saw a man pushing a trash can coming from the front.

There were not many people on this road, so the sound was naturally conspicuous.

"Hi!" The man in the co-pilot shouted, took two puffs of the cigarette in his hand, and then motioned to throw the cigarette butt in and let him open the lid.

The man raised his head, looked at them, and then looked at the back seat. There was no one else. He nodded, opened the lid, blocked his upper body, and took out a 67-type pistol from his arms with his other hand.

This gun has low muzzle noise and has the characteristics of light smoke and light. The gun has a compact structure, small size, easy to carry, good shooting accuracy, and simple operation. It is indeed a must-have for killing.

Agents from many countries like it.

The Mexican Special Mission Intelligence Agency also likes to use this weapon. This agency is an "office" under the Bureau of Internal Affairs. It performs overseas missions. There are not many people, but they are all elite.

Take out the gun and shoot decisively!

Puff puff puff...

The agent's action is different from the "rough guy" who shoots with a gun on the front line. Two bullets, one for each person. Don't be polite. Love from Victor.

The people inside didn't react and were killed.

The man looked around, raised his head to look at Ethan's small villa, pushed the trash can to the side, then got in the car, pushed the body to the side, and drove away.

Less than a minute after walking, an identical red car drove over, and even the license plate was the same.

There were also two men sitting inside.

After the car stopped, the man in the co-pilot was wearing a gray suit, his hair was very stylish, and his age was a little older, about 35+, but he looked very elegant. He walked slowly to the door and pressed the doorbell.

The nanny ran out soon.

"Excuse me, is Mr. Victor here?"

"Who are you?"

"I'm his friend, please tell him."

The nanny looked at the handsome middle-aged man in front of her, her face turned red, nodded, and ran back. When she was at the door, she turned her head and looked at him. The other person smiled at her.

Beauty is not divided by gender.

In the study, Ethan was destroying documents when there was a sudden knock on the door. He raised his head suddenly and his breathing was erratic, "Who?"

"Sir, there is a man looking for you at the door, saying he is your friend."

Ethan was relieved when he heard the nanny's voice, but then he frowned, friend?

He walked to the window and opened the curtains to look down. Sure enough, he saw a man standing below. He was wearing a suit at night. Are you pretending to be a nanny?

Suddenly, the other party raised his head and smiled at him.

Ethan raised his face and said, "I know, I'll go down right now."

He turned off the paper shredder, looked at the ornaments, and then went downstairs.

When he walked to the door, he looked the other person up and down and said, "I don't know you, sir."

"I'm from the north."

Ethan Hunter frowned, "I don't know what you are talking about."

"Drug dealers are all CTMD bastards." The man said suddenly.

Ethan's eyes lit up when he heard this.

"Victory belongs to Victor!"

This is actually a password...

Drug dealers probably wouldn't scold themselves. Anyone who can't think of this is a genius.

"I am Harry Hart, Director of the Special Mission Intelligence Division. I have been ordered to take you home. Major General Ethan, General, I have not forgotten you."

Ethan was stunned for a moment, but then tears filled his eyes.

I didn't serve Blanco's big fat pig in vain, nor did I show my beauty in vain!

Sure enough, he knew that the tears he cried while lying in bed every night were not in vain.

Major General!

This is considered a high-level position in the military.

"I've figured out the retreat route, let's go." Harry Hart said.

Ethan Hunter nodded hurriedly, why should he wait here to die when he could run away? It was just a pity that he had lurked for so long.

"Wait a minute..." he said suddenly, with a stern look in his eyes, "Give those drug dealers a gift before you leave. How many bombs have you prepared?"

Harry Hart had a question mark, and Ethan leaned into his ear and said a few words.

The former's eyes suddenly lit up and he gave a thumbs up in praise.

Only he can come up with this method without PY.

"I'll get ready right now!"

Ethan Hunter nodded and watched the other party leave before returning to the house. He looked at the two nannies, smiled, and thought for a moment, "You guys should go back and rest for two months."

"Ah? Sir, we did something wrong, don't copy us."

"Yes, sir, we will definitely change it."

the two nannies said excitedly.

Ethan smiled and shook his head, "It's okay. I just have to go on a business trip for a while. This house has to be vacated. When the time comes, I'll come back and change the place. Don't worry, I'll come back to you." He took out the US dollars and handed it over, " I will also pay you your wages for the next two months, so you won’t be left without work.”

"Okay, go to bed."

The two nannies looked at each other and breathed a sigh of relief. As long as they were not fired, it would be fine. Although they felt strange, they went back to the room obediently.

The moon outside is slowly getting bigger, it’s late at night, I wish you a good night.

…

Early the next morning.

Southern Building.

That is, the administrative office where the office is located.

After the founding of the People's Republic of China, these drug traffickers began to clean up their innocence. We can't all discuss national affairs in nightclubs, right?

I bought a building in a very orderly manner, then worked in it, hired security guards, and had an access system.

It is also stipulated that workers should start work at 9 a.m., take a two-hour lunch break, get off work at 6 p.m., and take care of meals in the cafeteria in the evening.

Damn it!

Much better than some dog capitalists.

When Prime Minister Abrego went to work early in the morning, he opened his office and saw the latest newspaper and a small gift box on the table, which read: Happy birthday, dear.

He was startled.

Honey?

Who sent it?

Today is indeed my birthday.

He does have many mistresses in Yucatan, but who is so thoughtful about giving him gifts?

Many names flashed through my mind.

Jessia, Pereni, Odo, Kablana, Elsa...

Many of them are small stars. If you want to be popular, you must find a financial sponsor. He is so powerful that naturally many people will come to him.

But being cautious by nature, he still called the security guard and asked him who sent the package.

"A woman, very beautiful, with long hair."

Abrego immediately fell in love with someone. When he heard the woman, he subconsciously let out a sigh of relief. The greatest power of human beings is his radiant thinking and preconceptions. He immediately thought that it was really a gift from his mistress.

It seemed that I didn't spend money in vain, and I actually felt warm in my heart.

At least they are still thinking about themselves.

As he thought about it, he opened the package and couldn't help but want to see what was inside.

Once opened…

boom! ! !

There was a loud noise, and the windows nearby were shattered. A wave of air rushed towards the window, and the debris fell to the ground. Many people working below suddenly raised their heads.

Then I woke up after a nap.

Then my scalp went numb, something happened!

alright…

Now not only is my heart warm, but my body is also warm.