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Afghan cuisine is heavy on oil, with a sour, spicy and fragrant taste. The more local specialty is a scone. You can see the shiny mutton and peas inside, and the dishes cooked with fresh fruits and vegetables mixed with unique sauces. Zhang Ming's tense nerves finally relaxed for a moment.

The owner of the restaurant is an elderly local. He wore a small round hat with patterns on his right hand and placed his right hand in his heart. He performed a traditional etiquette and handed over a cup of tea.

Zhang Ming said thank you, took a sip of tea, turned around and asked Abu: "What do you think of this plan?"

"Wouldn't it be too hasty?" Abu said: "In your words, the other party is an armed organization of about fifty people, in a cave that is easy to defend and difficult to attack. If your plan is just to drug their meals while they are purchasing... I don't agree with this practice, you will get nothing except to arouse their vigilance."

Zhang Ming nodded and said, "Of course I wouldn't want to destroy an armed organization with a pack of laxatives. This is just one of the steps."

Abu nodded, he did not ask what the actual plan was after this step.

In his career, it depends on how much money the employer gives and then does the corresponding job. It is not good to know too much, and it makes a group of murderous guys make a fool of themselves... It sounds very interesting.

"I join, but I have a condition," Abu said.

“What conditions?”

Abu showed a meaningful smile: "After success, you must talk to me, they are so angry that they jump up and down."

Zhang Ming picked up the teapot and helped Abu fill the tea.

"No problem, I'll record it for you."

Abu said: "Okay, tell me what you need me to do."

The old-fashioned light bulb was covered with a layer of grease, making the light even more dim. Several mosquitoes kept rushing to the light bulb, and some were too hard to stick directly to the light bulb, and eventually they were scalded to death.

Before death, the mosquito's compound eyes reflected Zhang Ming and Abu's two faces that were laughing from time to time.

Three days later.

A Ford pickup truck dragged a long yellow sand to the town. As soon as the car stopped, a few windows opened. Many girls in too simple clothes waved their handkerchiefs and shouted the names of the men jumped off the pickup truck.

They really love these men so much, so it’s not too easy to make money from them.

Although they don’t give much, from the overall "hourly salary", the girls’ worth has increased several times.

The three men got out of the car and did nothing serious. They were already impatient and hugged each other and entered a small room.

Five minutes later, they tidied up their clothes, and the three of them smiled at each other, and regarded them as confidants.

Zhang Ming sat in the corner of the teahouse and sent a message: "The prey is here."

After a while, Abu replied with a message: "Received, the bait is ready."

Three men drove a pickup truck to the supermarket, knocked on the table, and said loudly about the purchase list: flour, rice, beans, a lot of canned meat and toilet paper.

The shop owner pulled out the things he had prepared long ago. After confirming the three bandits one by one, he nodded and paid the money and left.

The plan was basically half successful at this point. At this moment, the middle-aged shop owner suddenly called them, pointed at the money and the goods, and shouted angrily.

"What is he talking about?"

Zhang Ming couldn't understand and had to call Abu.

Abu hid in the store at this moment and listened for a while and said, "The owner is saying that the money they gave is wrong, and it is much less. They should be spending the money on the woman just now."

The owner's voice directly made the bandits from the Ten Rings Gang angry.

For this group of bandits, I will give you money by buying things and giving you money, which is to give you face, and I think you are still useful to us!

If you don't give it to you, what can you do?

One of them picked up the gun, bang bang bang, fired a few shots into the sky, and the bullets fell to the ground, and the threatening meaning was self-evident.

The store manager was also very angry and took out a shotgun from under the counter without hesitation, and the atmosphere was frozen in an instant.

"Zhang Ming, what should I do?"

Abu clenched his gun, and the three bandits hadn't noticed him yet. If he was careful, he could get rid of these three bastards before being discovered.

Zhang Ming said: "The three of them cannot die, so find a way to make them leave quickly."

Zhang Ming walked out of the teahouse, sat down on the bench next to the supermarket, and held the gun tightly with his hand hidden in his pocket.

His decision would put Abu in danger, so whenever there was gunshot inside, Zhang Ming would start the editing, and then rushed in immediately and beat the three bandits to death.

Abu saved Zhang Ming's life many times. He is a reliable friend. No matter how important the mission is, it is not as important as the life of his friends.

In the supermarket, Abu put down his gun, restrained his urge to shoot, and came from the warehouse to the front desk of the supermarket. He deliberately did not lightly, and the owner and three bandits at the front desk heard it.

"stop."

Abu raised his hands and said he had no weapons. He shouted loudly: "I don't have a gun, I am his cousin."

This "he" refers to the supermarket manager.

Abu walked to the store manager and said in his ear: "Put down the gun, I'll give you three times the money." Then he grabbed three cigarettes and sent them one by one to three bandits, whispering constantly: "I'm sorry, please let us go, sorry."

The three bandits did not put down their guns, looked at each other, and asked their partners for their opinions. They claimed to be "jihadists" and the "spokesman" of the gods on earth.

Logically speaking, a guy like the store manager who disobeys the order should be executed on the spot, but they still need to stay in this ghost place for a while. If the store manager is killed, they will get a further place to purchase.

The silence of thinking made the atmosphere inside and outside the store tense. Zhang Ming held his pistol tightly and was ready to start the editing at any time.

At this moment, a bandit finally dropped his gun, pushed the shop owner, warned him to be careful, then patted his two partners on the shoulders, and the three drove away from the town.

Zhang Ming and Abu returned to the restaurant, poured two full glasses of beer, and celebrated the success of the plan in advance.

Abu took a big sip of wine: "What are you going to do next?"

"wait."

The pickup truck crossed the desert, went through a boring and boring driving for several hours, and returned to the Ten Ring Gang base.

Boxes of goods were unloaded, food was pulled to the kitchen, and some snacks were distributed in the order of the leader and captain, and every person had daily necessities.

I was so busy until evening, and smoke from cooking fires floated from the base.

These rough men are not good at cooking. The only thing they know is to set up a pot and throw various ingredients into it, so as to ensure that they will not die. The food that has been passive and handed is mixed in, cut into pieces, thrown into the pot, and finally put it on a plate, and delivered to everyone.

Several foods that have been tampered with each other were carefully prepared by Zhang Ming and Abu.

It cannot kill people. Not only that, it is also good for the body, it can promote digestion, clear the intestines and detoxify. The only side effect is that it will go to the bathroom several times more.

Next is the protagonist of this plan: toilet paper.

These toilet papers took the most time, and he applied a plant juice to each layer.

This is recommended by Abu. In his hometown, this is a cooking ingredient. It smells nothing, but just put a little bit of it, it will make the food extremely spicy and promote appetite.

Zhang Ming squeezed out the juice and soaked the whole bathtub. The two of them wore gloves and masks, and applied the juice one by one. After drying in the sun, they rolled up again and packed it.

In order to ensure the effect, Zhang Ming personally conducted an experiment.

Just after wiping the arm a few more times, the whole arm became so painful. After washing it more than a dozen times, it was considered to have recovered. The wiped area was already red.

"You are definitely a demon reincarnation, and I began to sympathize with those bastards."

Zhang Ming raised his wine glass and accepted Abu's praise with a smile.

After dinner time, the bandits relaxed, played cards and chatted, and spent time in the way they were best at.

Zhang Ming drove to the near base and observed their every move through the camera.

We waited until after 11 o'clock in the evening, and the bandits began to react abnormally and ran out with their stomachs covered.

Although they were rough men, they would not have been able to eat and build toilets in the cave, a place with poor air circulation. In the temporary base more than 100 meters, they built a simple bathroom with iron sheets and wooden strips.

At first they laughed at each other, but when the first person wiped his butt with Zhang Ming's characteristic toilet paper, no one could laugh anymore.

Almost half of the people were not picked up by hot pants and rolled on the ground. After being reminded by their companions, the other half had to take off their socks or tops to solve their personal problems.

But new problems arose again.

If you go there once, you can solve the problem, it is not called clearing the intestines. After a few times, the clothes are not enough. Several bandits even had the idea of ​​Tony's drawings and were kicked out by the rational leader.

The noise and chaotic sounds outside were heard clearly, and the two people locked in the workshop did not know what the gangsters were doing.

Tony grabbed a boiled potato, which was his recent meal. The billionaire, who used to be a billionaire, has now become a "luxury" thing that can be regarded as a "luxury" is the half bag of coffee he helped a terrorist repair his watch and exchanged for.

Luck and misfortune are often only a short distance away. It is precisely because of the bad treatment that Tony and the others did not happen to eat the food that cleans the intestines.

"You haven't told me where you are from?" Tony asked.

Ethan said: "A town called Comilla, you may not have heard of it, is very quiet. I like quiet places."

"Where are your family?" Tony asked.

"Of course." Ethan said with a smile: "I will go to see them when I leave here. Where are you, do you have family?"

Tony fell into silence and ended up saying only two words: "No."

Ethan curled his smile and confirmed again, "No?"

Tony nodded.

"So you have everything, and you lose everything at the same time."

Facing Ethan's comments, Tony staggered his sight, as if he was recalling.

The noisy footsteps outside the door interrupted his thoughts.

The chain opened, the heavy iron door was pushed open, and dozens of terrorists walked in with guns, leading a bald man with a ferocious face.

He is the general manager of this temporary base, Raza.

"Relax."

Laza walked over and tapped his fingers on the Ark Reactor that hit Tony's chest.

"Once upon a time, bows and arrows were the pinnacle of human weapons. The great Genghis Khan relied on his iron cavalry to fight in all directions. His territory was twice as big as that of Alexander the Great and four times that of the Roman Empire."

Laza walked to the workshop table, picked up the drawings, Tony clenched his fists nervously, and Ethan beside him used his eyes to signal him not to act rashly.

Laza continued: "But that was once, and now, whoever has the weapon printed with the 'Scarter Industry' can conquer the world. This person is about to be me!"

Laza walked to Dr. Ethan, patted him on the shoulder, and took him to the stove. He pressed Ethan's hand harder. Ethan was just a thin scholar, no match for a terrorist, and was pressed by Laza on the table.

Laza turned and stared at Tony and said, "I respect knowledge, so I have always respected you, give you food, clothes and safety protection, waiting for the result in this haunted place...but now it seems that my respect is not rewarded as it deserves."

The long iron pliers clamped up a burnt red charcoal, and Laza whispered: "Open your mouth."

"No, we..."

"Lie need to be punished as it deserves, open your mouth."

"We are not lying, we are making missiles..." Ethan explained in horror.

"Open, open, mouth!" Laza pressed Ethan's head hard, and the hot charcoal fire was about to touch Ethan's face.

"Enough!" Tony took a step forward, trying to stop the tragedy.

The terrorists on the side immediately picked up their guns, loaded the bullets, opened the security, and were about to break out.

Faced with the threat of death, Tony was expressionless and said calmly: "I need him."

Laza did not open her mouth, and the pressure settled in silence.

"He is a great assistant and he can help me speed up the completion of the missile," Tony said.

The charcoal fire fell on the table, and Laza threw away the iron tongs, and he said, "Before tomorrow, make the missiles, otherwise you will all die."

After saying that, Laza turned around and left the workshop, and as the last terrorist left, the workshop fell silent again.

A few minutes later, the sound of irons echoed in the wilderness.

Zhang Ming, who was sitting in the car, looked at the countdown displayed by the system, and knew that there were only 7 hours left before Iron Man appeared.