Shadow of the Beautiful World

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On the side of Kandahar's street near the outskirts of the city, there is a small bar with no signboards in operation.

Merlin was sitting behind the bar. He flicked a metal hip flask in his hand. With his clever fingers and keen senses, this silver hip flask waved in his hand as if he had life.

The drunken guys in front of him looked dazzled.

"Snapped"

With a soft sound, Merlin put the jug in his hand on the very clean counter. He twisted the jug, poured the blue and green liquid into the stemware, then put a slice of lemon and pushed it to In front of the guy wearing a half-shouldered waistcoat and an old assault rifle wrapped around his feet.

"Your'confusion'."

Merlin picked up the handkerchief at hand, wiped his fingers, and said to the drunk guy:

"And, $20, thank you for your patronage."

"Well, this is great."

At night, the militants who slipped out for pleasure took a drink, took a sip, and then groaned comfortably.

Under Merlin's gaze, he mumbled something, turned left and right in his pocket, and finally took out a crumpled note and placed it in front of Merlin's eyes.

"Uh, that's all."

The guy's eyes fluttered and said:

"This time the wine money, the last time, and the last time."

Merlin held out two fingers, slightly disgusted, pinched the note, and threw it into the counter. He was boring on the table, and said to the drunkard in front of him:

"You ran out to drink again, won't your chief punish you?"

"Punish? Ha, who will punish me?"

The drunkard said with a touch of loss and despair:

"My sir was killed by a sniper yesterday, exactly the same as the last sir, and now I have been elected as the leader. Those **** jihadists are like crazy, really, I don’t know Can I live tomorrow."

"Look away."

Merlin comforted the militants in front of him. He took a wine glass from behind, poured the wine, and added ice, and pushed it to the disappointed guy. He said:

"This cup counts for you, I guess, you will definitely survive for a long time."

"Thanks, Yuri."

The expression on the half-drunken guy's face immediately became joyous. He picked up the glass, lifted it towards Merlin, and then drank the wine from the glass.

His eyes were completely confused.

Under the influence of alcohol, his unwilling will became shaky again.

Oh, yes, as for "Yuri", that's Merlin's disguised name here.

"Yuri, you are really a good friend."

The drunken militants stuttered and said to Merlin:

"If there is no war, I will definitely invite you to my house. I invite you to meet my family and have a meal together. The lamb made by my Mia is the best food in the world, and my two cutest ones. Children..."

"Oh? I heard for the first time that you still have family members."

Merlin was like chatting, and said to this guy in front of him:

"So where are they now? Your wife, and your children."

"died."

The drunken guy is like saying an ordinary thing, his tone is not fluctuating:

"Four months ago, I was killed by a jihadist bomb. Only me is left, Yuri, and there are no living people in my village."

"..."

Merlin was silent for a moment. He poured a glass of wine to the guy in front of him. He said:

"Sorrow."

"It's nothing, haha, Yuri, it's nothing."

The guy who came came holding the glass and said to Merlin:

"I will die too, maybe soon, and we will be reunited by then. Before that, I will fight, like a man, fight those **** jihadist lunatics...hiccup, this wine is really nice!"

"You have drunk too much."

Merlin straightened his body, and he said to the guy who was completely drunk:

"You should go back to rest. And, I asked you to inquire..."

"I heard."

The drunken militant in front of Merlin said unsuspectingly:

"The badge you showed me, I saw it once in the mountainous area south of Kandahar when I went to receive weapons a few days ago. They have a lot of people, a lot of weapons, and they hid in the mountain area. It was a group of **** jihadists. , They are not easy to mess with."

"The mountains in the south?"

Merlin nodded, he said:

"I know, thank you for sharing. Well, you really should go back. If you are late, your team members will rush into my poor little bar and drag you back."

"I know I know."

At Merlin's urging, the guy grabbed the assault rifle wrapped around his feet, and he walked toward the bar's door. I don't know if I remembered something sad, he was crying as he walked away.

His spirit had collapsed under the blow of his family's death, and now he is alive with a cold body.

It was said to be for revenge, but Merlin guessed that the poor man who had lost everything in the war may now live just to live.

This is normal. After all, most people are just ordinary people. They do not have that will or that power. Under the impetus of hatred, they turn themselves into an avenger.

A few minutes later, a gunshot came from outside the door, as well as pedestrians exclaiming.

Merlin continued to wipe the wine glass in his hand, and the dark sense spread out. Outside the bar, on another street, his guests were lying there, blood was flowing, and his head was shattered by a flying bullet.

he died.

As he said, it was exactly the same as the death of his chief and the last chief.

Maybe it was because alcohol anesthetized his body, making him unable to fight back, maybe it was because he didn't even notice the presence of a sniper.

In short, he died.

He may not be a good person, but now he can finally reunite with his family.

Merlin shook his head. He looked at the clean glass in his hands. After a while, he threw the glass into the trash can.

It was as if the very clean wine glass was stained with blood.

Merlin lay on the bar and continued to wait for the arrival of the next guest.

This little bar was opened by him three months ago. It is a very small, street-front house with a few tables and chairs, and a few chairs by the bar.

Behind Merlin is a wooden wine cabinet filled with local and exotic wine.

To be honest, opening a bar in a **** country is a very stupid and eye-catching thing. Merlin didn’t intend to do so, but the change is always faster than planned. The country is becoming more and more chaotic and unable to figure out the situation. Merlin's original plan completely soaked.

But he soon had a new plan.

The business of this little bar in the past month has been really good. This is what Merlin expected. After all, when both sides are in an intensifying war, the soldiers need a place to relieve their emotions.

A mixed fish and dragon environment can always attract a variety of people. Those from different places carry different news. That is very fragmented news, but a little bit of combination will eventually get you. A complete puzzle.

Merlin is not in a hurry. For the current situation, it is useless to be anxious.

Ten minutes later, another wave of guests came to the small bar in Melin that didn't even have a name, but they didn't come to drink.

"Save him, Yuri."

A middle-aged man with blood all over his body shouted in a kind of pleading tone. Behind him, several young people carried an injured old man with a door panel. His abdomen was constantly bleeding, and he looked like he was being The bullet broke through the same.

And the middle-aged man who prayed for Merlin was the supplier of Merlin Bar and the businessman of this block. His name was Alef, and it was barely a friend met by Merlin during his stay for several months.

"Save my father! I beg you."

Alef kept praying. He knew that this little bar in Merlin was a clinic a few months ago. Merlin's initial disguise was an undocumented doctor.

"Don't worry, Alf, I will save him."

Merlin threw away the rag in his hand, and he came out of the bar, unbuttoning his cuffs, while looking at the condition of the old man.

After a moment, he said to the few helpless young people:

"Bring him to the back room! He needs an operation right away."

"Quick, why are you still doing something?"

Aluf shouted to his sons in Arabic that they were awake in a dream and immediately carried the injured old man into the back room of the bar.

A minute later, Merlin walked into the back room with a half-old medical box. He twisted the bright spot light to make the light source as bright as possible.

He put on medical gloves and said to the nervous businessman around him:

"You come to be my assistant, let your children go out, they will only hinder here. By the way, let them clean the blood on the floor, hell, I still have to do business! The door is full of blood, Which guest dares to come in?"

Alef screamed and drove his children out. He closed the door and stood beside Merlin.

Merlin cut the clothes on the old man's abdomen with a paper knife. He wiped the wound with a cotton ball. After a few seconds, he said:

"Give me the tweezers. Your father was lucky that the bullet was not fatal, but his intestines were bruised and he needed stitches after taking out the warhead...it was not difficult."

Alef hurriedly handed the medical forceps to Merlin, who was looking for the warhead in the wound while asking:

"Your home should be very safe. It seems that the armed conflict has not spread over there. How could your father be injured?"

"He was accidentally injured."

The Arab wine merchant said sadly:

"One of my cargo trucks was robbed outside the city. My father went to deal with the situation. As a result, the army and the jihadists exchanged fire. Fortunately, one of my sons followed, otherwise I would lose him."

"Ok?"

Merlin frowned, and he said:

"Did they fire in the city? The conflict has spread to the city? It's terrible."

While talking, Merlin's steady hand gently raised a twisted, **** bullet and was caught from the wound. He threw the bullet into the nearby plate, then put down the pliers and picked up the suture.

"Yes, the situation is getting worse."

Aluf looked at the warhead on the plate, and the businessman said painfully:

"There is no way to do business. Before my father was injured, I was planning to move away and take my family to Turkey to join my cousin."

"You're gone, what about my bar?"

Merlin said with a trace of regret:

"It's a mess. I can't find another merchant selling me wine."

"I have a warehouse in the city and there is still a lot of stock."

Alef said to Merlin:

"You saved my father, I left those stocks to you, the cost price, anyway, those things can't be taken away. It takes money to start living in Turkey again."

"I thought you would give me a discount."

While joking, Merlin cut the suture with scissors. He wiped the old man's wound with alcohol and touched his forehead again.

Fortunately, there was no fever and no complications.

He threw **** medical gloves into the trash, then looked back at Alef, he said:

"Bring the old man back, let him rest well, and after he recovers, you can leave this **** country."

"Thank you, Yuri, I really thank you very much."

Alef watched his father's breathing calm down, and he thanked Merlin with gratitude:

"Knowing you is really the luckiest thing I have done in the past few years. Before I leave, tell me what you need to help. The house in my house also needs to change hands. Are you interested?"

"Uh, you really are a smart businessman."

Merlin shook his head:

"But I have no plans to buy a house for the time being. You have also seen that the conflict has intensified. This country is almost over, and I may be leaving here soon. I am here to make money, not to die...but, say Get up, I do need something to help you."

Merlin took the badge of the Ten Rings from his pocket and handed it to Alef, who said:

"You have been doing business locally for more than ten years, have you seen this?"

The businessman took the badge, and his eyes changed a bit under the light of the back room, and this trace of emotion was caught by Merlin.

"I have seen."

Alef returned the badge to Merlin. There was a trace of worry and fear in his eyes. He said:

"Yuri, I don’t know why you are looking for them, but listening to me, it’s better not to contact them. The jihadists are a group of elements, but these people... are lunatics among lunatics."

"It sounds like you know a lot, Alf."

Merlin looked at his watch, and there was still some time before dinner, he said:

"Do you mind telling me everything you know?"

"Ok."

Alef looked at his father. He gritted his teeth and said:

"But you have to keep it secret, you have to keep it secret. They have eyeliners in the city, which may cause trouble for my family."

"Relax, Alf."

Merlin knew that another puzzle about the secrets of the Ten Commandments was about to come, which was one step closer to completing his mission and leaving the country that was gradually swallowed up by war.

He patted Alef's shoulder and whispered in a gentle voice:

"I keep my secrets."

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