Chapter 961: Chapter 500: So Life, Bitter as a Song! _2
????
You’re not playing by the rules!
The young white man was stunned for a mont, and the next second, he was punched to the ground, with the captain smacking him hard in the face, which was now swollen. Spitting on his face from above, he said, “What do you think you are, bargaining with .”
“If you don’t talk, I’ll slaughter you one by one, starting with one.”
“Yes, Captain!” shouted a soldier, pulling out a gun and firing two shots at the previously beaten U.S. military man, both hitting him in the head, as dead as can be.
“Ten seconds, I’ll kill one, let’s see if you can stand it.”
He said as he raised his hand to look at his watch, “Ten, nine…”
“I’ll talk, I’ll talk…”
The white man, his face swollen like a pig’s head, spoke with a sob.
The xicans have no sense of martial virtue!
Didn’t I just ask you to swear?
Is it that difficult?!!
He looked around, “I want to talk to you alone.”
This request could be granted, so he dragged him aside by the hand; Aricans, definitely require a fist to be served.
“This information… my father told . He said Clinton is planning to dismantle the Human Progress and Innovation Convention Organization, including orchestrating color coups in Cambodia, Venezuela, and Côte d’Ivoire to overthrow the Pro-xican governnts.”
“The Defense Secret Action Bureau is responsible!”
The captain of the Marine Police Boat Assault Team frowned, leaning forward slightly, his presence quite intimidating, “You didn’t lie to ? I’ve never heard of this departnt.”
“Really! This departnt was newly signed by President Clinton… very few know about it. My father happens to be among them.”
He paused when addressing Clinton, mainly because the current Mr. President also had so notorious rumors, especially about him supposedly taking drugs and hallucinating naked in his office, which caused quite a stir. Although it was denied promptly, there are many oddities about it.
Can such a person actually beco President?
The United States is truly done.
“Why create a Defense Secret Action Bureau specifically?”
The young white man hesitated, “He doesn’t trust the CIA and FBI; he fears being assassinated by them, like Kennedy. That’s what my father said. He doesn’t want to get too close to the Kennedy family’s children, so… he sent here, to earn so military rits.”
“Are you really biological?”
The captain asked in confusion.
Sending Arican soldiers to xico, isn’t that like at buns hitting a dog, never getting them back?
“We didn’t expect the drug traffickers to lose so quickly…”
“I’ve said all I need to, and I demand a guarantee for the safety of and my n.”
The captain squinted, “Relax, I keep my word, but you, perhaps need to be handed over to professionals.”
The young white man’s face turned pale as if he realized sothing.
He was sent overnight to xico City.
The Intelligence Bureau Latin Arica Zone Director, Giacomo Casanova, personally “entertained” him.
No torture, it was simply too uncivilized.
They fed him so aphrodisiacs, and even increased the dosage, then strapped him to a chair and let a naked woman seduce him.
His eyes gradually turned bloodshot…
He made inexplicable growls in his throat.
The chair was secured, yet it still trembled.
Resembling a beast in heat!
Until the critical mont, special professionals called in would unlock his handcuffs, and then…
The subsequent scene got rather blood-boiling.
But all was captured by caras, even the frequency calculated.
When the young white man lay on the ground like a dead dog, Giacomo Casanova pinched his nose and walked in, wearing a fake smile, “Mr. Severus McCain, you wouldn’t want your photo on tomorrow’s U.S. headlines, would you?”
The forr trembled slightly.
Giacomo Casanova’s expression was half-lit and half-dark under the light, “Would you like to cooperate with us?”
…
Ramallah, Palestine!
Full of ruins…
Israel launched an unannounced war, fired countless missiles at this place, destroying schools, hospitals, and hos.
Under the ruins…
Dust-covered hands reaching out, seemingly pointing at the sky asking, why aren’t we deserving of peace?
“Brother, brother, brother, don’t go, please.”
In the low house, a small brother desperately tugged at his much taller brother, crying out, lifting his head, eyes full of tears.
Wearing dark green military attire, with a mask and green keffiyeh tied on his head, his eyes were deep, his rugged hands touched the brother’s head, wiping away his tears.
“Don’t cry, Brick, a man’s tears are ultimately worthless.”
“Don’t let others see your cowardice.”
His voice was deep and carried a slight tremor, “From the mont I opened my eyes, I saw an eight-ter-tall wall and countless turrets… one day, my ho was bombed, my parents, brothers, and sisters perished. When I held hope for the future and built my family, my children, my wife were gone again. Maybe today I’m tired, the children of Palestine miss ho.”
“When you grow up, Brick, turn into dandelions, fly to the land that once belonged to us.”
After saying this, he resolutely turned his head and ran towards the distant team.
Standing at the back, he turned his head, looked at his adopted “brother”, waved his hand vigorously, shouting:
“Brick, grow up quickly for the sake of our holand!”
Brick tearfully watched his brother and the others board the transport truck, heading to the front lines.
Those backs were so thin but so determined.
He wiped his eyes hard, grabbed the “Mannish” from the table, a type of bread, biting into it fiercely.
He was going to eat a lot, grow up, and then…
Join the honorable rebels!!
In a hidden tunnel, a quarrel was erupting.
“It’s suicide! Mr. Yassin, sending people from the border to parachute into Israel, have you prepared a retreat? Aren’t you just sending them to their deaths?”
Jason Bourne cried out, furrowing his brows!
He’s now the head of xico’s Middle East Intelligence Agency, of course, by his own application. Victor respected his wish.
Opposite him was an elderly man, seated in a wheelchair, with four limbs unable to move, only his head could slightly turn, the age spots on his face were evident.
Perhaps soone already knew who he was.
Yassin was complex; those who revered him considered him a hero, those who hated him considered him a terrorist, perfectly illustrating the saying: One’s enemy is another’s hero!
Hearing Jason Bourne’s questioning, a complicated expression erged in his eyes, using an amplifier, “Do we… have a choice?”
“We have no military industry, no weapons, no missiles, not even support, but we need to convey our voice to the world, we are too weak, too weak that even under dia propaganda we’re seen as a terrorist organization, Mr. Jason, we’ve never been, we… just want our country.”
Yassin remained silent, a tear rolled down the elderly man’s eye, “Our country has reached such a point, besides dying for it, there’s no other way.”
“If a tragic death can draw worldwide attention, isn’t that also a great form of propaganda?”
Jason Bourne shuddered, opening his mouth, “We will support you.”
“Of course, I’m glad to have soone like you, but the world is still held in Arica’s hands, isn’t it? You are struggling, we are struggling, the world…has always been a huge mire.”
“Wanting back our land has never been wrong!”
“If one day, I fall, Mr. Jason…”
Yassin looked at him, eyes shining, “Please sing a Palestinian children’s song in front of my tombstone…”
The guards beside pressed the radio on the table.
“Zi zi zi~”
A song with hints of sadness played:
“In the smoke-filled battlefield, I’m a brave young warrior.
My heart constantly thinks of ho, that familiar place gleams.
Thinking of the kind faces of my parents, longing flows like sand in heart.
Is the distant ho still peaceful, are my parents longing for ?”
…
Jason Bourne clenched his fist tightly.
If…
If xico didn’t have General Victor, has it reached a point of extinction too?
But, Yassin’s words were right, they can support the rebellion, but ultimately, the greatest factor to achieve victory is still themselves.
So… life.
What is its ultimate aning?
…
User Comments
0 comments from readers