Chapter 1115: Plath's death

"Tmd it. ±," Plath cursed secretly in his heart, trying to speed up and move forward, but his stiff body dragged him down. He doesn't know what's wrong with his body? Maybe it was because that person glared at himself, but would he have such a reaction when he glanced at it? This made him a little unbelievable, but at the same time he had to link the two together. This was really a terrible glance.
His body is obviously very good, this bastard. He kept cursing in his heart, but this did not help to change his current situation, because more and more people were surrounding him, and even some courageous children began to pull his backpack behind. He didn't dare to look back, because it was a waste of time, and he just wanted to quickly pass the thicker and thicker crowd. But the more anxious he was, the more unhappy he walked. Finally he felt that his backpack was about to be torn off, so he suddenly turned his head, raised his pistol and turned towards the person in front of him who was about to tear his backpack .
It was the face of a child, black and thin, with a dirty little hand pulling a strap of his backpack. Seeing Plath turned his head, a little timidly wanted to let go. The muzzle of the black hole pressed against this: "Get out, get out of it now, or you will die."
He has no compassion for these little children. He knows that this is a world where the weak eats the strong. If he shows a little hesitation and timidity, these people will rush in and tear him to pieces. Placing the pistol in his hand and holding up the submachine gun in his hand, he fired a shot into the sky.
"Bang!" A sound. The pistol made an ear-splitting sound, which stunned everyone around. Then I remembered that this man still had a gun in his hand, so he loosened it slightly. So Plath kept walking forward.
He felt that his body was becoming more and more stiff, and he even suspected that it was because that person had let him go because he was already unable to move freely? Thinking of this, he felt that this was a conspiracy. If he knew he could not walk, he would definitely not survive in this war-torn place.
And the golden pistol in his hand is also a coveted thing. So many people stare at him, making him feel like a lamb. The pace must be quickened, must. He warned to himself. Then, taking advantage of the gap where the group of people were suppressed by gunfire, they moved quickly toward the front.
But his speed is becoming slower and slower in the eyes of these people. This should be good news. These people's eyes slowly began to smile, and many people's eyes were fixed on the golden pistol in his hand. This is a valuable thing, can sell a lot of money, or can be exchanged for a lot of good things.
Suddenly a child rushed out diagonally, and then fell to the ground. Suddenly the child became a stumbling block. Plath, who was already a little unstable, staggered and fell to the ground. When he tripped over, his heart suddenly stopped beating.
It's over, it's really over this time. The moment he was in the end. Saw the crowd swarming. He shot without scruples, the ak submachine gun in his hand and the golden pistol in his hand fired at the same time. The bullets were scattered like a rainstorm and went out. Those who rushed fast were the first to be hit, and the bullet penetrated their jaws and chest. Splashing blood in the air, sprinkled on his body. Even in his eyes, he couldn't see.
The blood covered his eyes. Vaguely, only the blood-red figure swayed. His gun never stopped, but those people couldn't stop either, because the people behind pushed the people in front to rush towards this side, adding blood stimulation, It has formed a situation of one after another.
The clear and empty voice made Plath's heart completely desperate, and then the crowd who looked blood-red in their eyes instantly drowned him. He wanted to resist, but his body was stiff and he couldn't move. The people still had to tore off his backpack, the people still stripped his clothes, and even the socks were stripped off.
Finally he lay on the ground naked, unable to move, a thin black face looked at him condescendingly, and then knocked his head left and right, he saw a sharpened wooden stick aimed at him When he opened his mouth and wanted to say "No, I still have dollars", he felt that his head seemed to be penetrated by something, and his mouth suddenly opened like a nerve reflex. big. It looks like the wide open beaks of the young birds who are going to pick up the final food for the bird. There was a retching sound in his throat.
With the sound of retching, blood spurted out in bursts, and finally stopped moving. His world has turned into darkness, the wooden stick inserted into his eyes, and then pulled out, a black blood hole, like a black hole swallowing life, opened.
Zhen Fan was watching from a distance, he had been following Plath. Then he looked at him so far, until he was overwhelmed by the hungry crowd, and then saw the crowd dispersed, the naked body lying on the rocks. He has no sympathy for Plath, he just wants this scumbag to accept the torture slowly, and let him see how it feels to be hurt before he dies. He didn't have the pleasure of revenge either. In short, it is very calm, this kind of mentality is also related to his current cultivation base. When he can blend in with nature, he has no idea about the life and death of all things.
Leaving silently, this is Zhen Fan's best form. Until the third day, Plath's body was discovered by a team of members of the International Red Cross, photographed, and passed to the US military base. Then the photo was confirmed by the U.S. military. This is Plath's body wanted by the U.S.
Then Plath's body was urgently transported to the US military base and then frozen. In three days, the corpse was swollen and exuded an unpleasant smell, but the US military still kept the corpse carefully. And at the same time, they received a tip that the territory of the Justice Front Alliance was invaded by other militants.
This means that the base camp of the Justice Front Alliance seems to have been destroyed, so the US military launched a military operation aimed at clearing the armed forces that occupied the territory of the Justice Front Alliance. Then some prisoners came over. From the mouths of these prisoners, they confirmed another news that the Justice Front Alliance had been wiped out.
At first, the U.S. military didn’t believe it very much. They guessed that something was wrong with the Justice Front Alliance, and it was unlikely to be annihilated. But soon, they got a picture of the Justice Front Alliance base camp taken by other militants through informants. Photos of the interior. It was taken a few days ago.
The photo shows that many people died here. The most important thing is that among the dead here, there is a close-up of one person, that is the body of Akadura Emir, the leader of the Front for Justice and Order. This time it really proved the reliability of this news. It turned out that the person they had been trying to catch but couldn't catch, this person who was as cunning as a fox really died.
After confirming the news, the US military released the news soon, and the news was sent to the White House. It was personally reviewed by Mr. President and immediately handed over to the White House spokesperson. The White House spokesperson immediately held a press conference, and then in front of reporters from all over the world, in front of the audience in front of televisions all over the world, she confessed the news, and she said with excitement: "This is the American people. Victory is also a declaration that justice will eventually defeat evil."
When the speeches were over, the reporters did not immediately ask questions, instead there was a round of applause. This can be regarded as a great gift from Zhen Fan to the US government, but Zhen Fan did not reveal that he did it himself. The entire U.S. intelligence service is also not sure why this situation occurred.
Zhen Fan soon returned from Afghanistan. After returning, he was caught by Yi Fei and Christine, and began to force him to start preparing the script. The script was completed by the creative team of Spike Cowes. There are three versions for Zhen Fan to choose from, and Christine. Yi Fei didn't know how to choose. So I dragged Zhen Fan in.
When Zhen Fan and Christine were choosing the script, Karpas Schilling and others had been quarantined for review. Obviously, the US military also knew that the person who rescued Karpas Schilling was probably the person who killed the leader of the Justice and Order Front and let them perish. But they didn't have any valuable news from Karpas.
After finishing the review, Karpas Schilling immediately submitted his resignation, and soon obtained the consent of the parties, so Karpas Schilling will receive a certain pension, and then completely withdraw from the life of the agent. At the same time, Sergeant Adam Eckhart also submitted his resignation~EbookFREE.me~ The two left Afghanistan together and then returned to the United States. Karpas Schilling went directly to Los Angeles, and Sergeant Adam Eckhart had to go back home, so Karpas Schilling decided to meet Sara Vogg alone. He does have a lot of mysteries to solve in his mind.
"Beep--" Sarah's cell phone rang. She was discussing with Melissa about preparing for the security company. When she turned on her phone, it was an unfamiliar number. She was taken aback, and then gestured to Melissa. A person walked quietly outside the office and answered the phone.
"It's me, Sarah Vogg, are you..." Sarah said.
"I was rescued by you, your former acquaintance." A voice came from over there, "I want to see you, Sarah, I want to know the reason, you sent someone to save me, I know I owe you a favor. Tomorrow at noon, I will wait for you at the'Biti' restaurant." He said that he hung up the phone.
It's Karpas Schilling. Sarah heard the voice, and a smile appeared at the corner of her mouth. Obviously, Zhen Fan saved him, so now he is his own. This is the most important part of her security company, an excellent instructor. (To be continued...) u