Chapter 2130

It was a dark day for Tajik zarhad.

"Screw the peace talks!"

He went back to his camp and yelled at his aide.

"Those bloody traitors! traitor! They sold the country to the White pigs, and now they still hope that we can go to peace talks! Screw the peace talks! We'll fight those bastards to the last minute and never compromise! "

"But we don't have much money any more..."

"Damn it

Hearing this, zarhad roared and sat down in his chair, silent. However, just at this time, his mobile phone rings suddenly, and zarhad picks up his mobile phone and connects.

"Who is it?"

"Hello, Mr. zarhad."

From the other side of the mobile phone came a very gentle and peaceful voice. He used zarhad's mother tongue, but zarhad never heard it.

"Who are you? How do you know my phone number? "

"It doesn't matter who I am. What matters is that I can give you everything you want."

"Ha ha ha."

Hearing this, zarhad sneered.

"I turned out to be a philanthropist."

"No, I'm not a philanthropist. I'm just a peacemaker, a peacemaker on the side of being bullied."

The other side did not waver because of zarhad's sarcasm.

"I would like to ask Mr. zarhad, what is your goal?"

"Why not? To drive those bastards out of our country, of course

"But you know it's impossible. Do you know why?"

“…………… What do you mean

Zarhad frowned at the sound of the microphone.

"Because it's not a war, Mr. zarhad. Maybe you don't like me to say that, but that's what it is. You see, they fabricated false accusations, invaded your homes, bombed your cities and slaughtered your people. But what can you do? How many soldiers did you kill? How many tanks? What's the point? They are soldiers, they would have died. "

“…………… So? "

"So I'll help you turn this into a war."

"Then what can you give me? Missile? Tank? Or guns and bullets? "

"Hahaha, that's not enough, Mr. zarhad."

The other side laughed.

"Even if you have these, the war is still going on in your land, the destruction is still your city, the damage is still your people. But what about them? Think about it. What are your countrymen doing when they cry in the middle of the war? They are eating potato chips, drinking coke, watching movies and playing games. What are your children doing when they die in pain? We are enjoying a beautiful, peaceful and leisurely life. Can you stand it? Mr. zarhad? Can you stand all this? "

"Enough!"

Hearing this, zarhad hit the table with a heavy blow.

"So?"

"Equal revenge is war. Now it's just a one-sided massacre. Your struggle can't bring them any harm at all. Only their own homes are in disaster, and they see their children struggling to die, and their cities are full of corpses. This is It's war. Mr. zarhad, and I, can bring you this war. "

"Commander!"

Just at this time, his aide suddenly screamed, and then jammed a fax in front of zarhad. Looking at the number above, zarhad was also stunned.

"This is Five hundred million dollars? "

"It's an advance payment."

The voice in the phone continues.

"I'll give you a plan and everything you need for it. And all you have to do is implement this plan. Believe me, Mr. zarhad, after this plan, you will be the hero of all. "

“………………………”

Hearing this, zarhad was silent for a moment.

"So, what can you get out of it?"

"Of course, it's peace. I'm the messenger of peace and the guardian of freedom. So, in order to protect the earth and mankind, I want to eliminate the enemies of freedom, peace and justice, isn't it natural?"

"Ha ha ha, peace Messenger, OK, I like you peace messenger!"

Speaking of this, zarhad burst out laughing. He reached out, took out a pendant from his arms, opened it, took a look at the picture in the pendant, and then gritted his teeth.

"Tell me about your plan."

Founder hung up the personal terminal, looking at the computer screen in front of him, his mouth slightly tilted, showing a smile.So far, so good. It's up to you. If it can succeed, then for founder, it is the biggest harvest.

What's black fabric?

A thing hidden in a dark corner and not daring to see people can survive, that is, to assassinate a few politicians and the like and blow up a few buildings.

That's it?

You deserve to be evil, too?

Now I'll show you who is the real dark organization. FBI？ CIA？ MI6？ That's it?

Laozi's goal is the whole America!

Founder wants to see, after the implementation of this plan, which one is the real ultimate boss of the world, himself and the black dress organization!

Unfortunately, Conan is a Japanese after all, and his scope of activities is only in Japan, even in East Asia. So this time his plan is totally impossible for him to detect and destroy.

Then the only problem is It's a matter of time.

For founder, this is a problem.

But for zarhad, that's not a problem.

In other words, everything went quite well.

That person prepared everything for them, a brand new passport, a brand new identity, the best weapons, everything, including activity funds, road maps and plans.

And the thought of that plan excited zarhad.

In fact, even when he set foot on American land, zarhad couldn't even believe it was true. He used to worry that all this was a trap, but the fact is that everyone entered the country safely, and the customs didn't notice anything unusual.

However, standing in the hustle and bustle of the waiting hall, looking at the crowd in front of him, zarhad could not help but be absent-minded. It reminds him of the shabby airport in his hometown. By contrast, it's just like another world. At this time, suddenly, zarhad felt a small impact. He lowered his head and saw a little blonde girl rubbing her nose and looking at him embarrassed.

"I'm sorry, sir."

"It doesn't matter."

Looking at the little girl in front of him, zarhad showed a smile. Looking at the girl running away, holding her mother's hand and walking out of the waiting hall happily, zarhad smiles.

This girl reminds him of his daughters, who are so lovely, so naive and so beautiful. But she was killed in the hospital by an American bomb, and there was no bones left.

Thinking of this, a cool color flashed across zarhad's face.

That man is right. It's not a war. Now, he wants to make it a war. A real, reciprocal war!

Only when they have suffered the same pain as themselves, can this be called war!

"Ding Ling Ling."

The phone rings, zarhad picks up the phone, and soon the soft voice reappears.

"Hello, Mr. zarhad."

"Hello, what else can I do for you? Mr. peace messenger? "

"Nothing. I just want you to have a good look at the city."

“？”

"Look, New York. What a beautiful city, isn't it? Mr. zarhad, you once had the opportunity to build a city as beautiful as it. Unfortunately, you can't, but at least you can pull this vampire down from its altar and make it turn to ashes in the sunshine. "

“……… That's what we want to do! "

Speaking of this, zarhad clenched his fist.

"Good, then fight for the common goal."

"That's right."

Zarhad hung up the phone, looked at the beautiful New York shining in the sun, and took a deep breath.

"This is a war."

And this war has just begun.

One by one, they walked out of the airport and went to the battlefield they wanted to go to with unswerving faith. Zaerhad listened to others' reports and looked at the plan before him.

"First of all, we have to fly to our destination. New York, Los Angeles, Chicago, Philadelphia, Houston, San Francisco - all the big cities in the United States are our targets. I've already made a good reservation, and I'll act in strict accordance with the timetable. We have to make sure that all flights arrive at the destination at the same time. "

"Then we have to get the weapons we need."

"Hey, sir?"

Looking at the man with a gas mask coming out of the bathroom, the stewardess was stunned. However, before she could say anything, she saw the other party take out a gas tank from her arms and open it. Soon, the smoke filled with poison spread rapidly and filled the whole cabin. The man with a gas mask quickly took out a micro bomb and directly blew open the cockpit door Then he picked up a pistol and attacked the two drivers.Then he threw the pilot's body to the side, controlled the plane and flew forward.

“……… After all, taking off and landing is the most difficult thing. You can change the direction in the middle and so on, but not monkeys should be able to learn. "

The roaring plane cut through the sky and flew straight ahead. People were stunned and couldn't speak.

Then the fire broke out.

Twin towers, federal bank building, Sears building, Chase Building, Philadelphia City Hall, Pan American pyramid.

They used to be the pride and symbol of this country. They represent the supreme glory and achievement of this country. But now, they have completely collapsed, whining and reduced to ashes in the dust and fireworks.

People scream, run, and no one knows what's going on. They just stare at it and don't know what to do. For them, the false soap bubble of peace is completely broken at this moment, and replaced by unparalleled panic and despair.

"God, God, what happened!"

Zarhad watched an old man stumble across the street. Her eyes were red and she couldn't help crying.

"Are you all right?"

"Oh, I'm fine. Thank you, young man. God, why did this happen? What did we do wrong... "

Looking at the old man hiding his face and crying, zarhad was silent.

What did you do wrong?

Don't you even understand that?

But you don't need to understand.

Just as we don't need to understand, we don't know what we have done wrong to lead to the terrible disasters you have brought?

What have we done wrong to make you invade our country, kill our people and destroy our cities?

There is no answer, and in fact there is no need for an answer.

"Start the second step."

Looking at the crowd in the street or in panic or crying, zarhad picked up his cell phone and coldly gave the next order.

"Boom!"

The explosion sounded again, but this time it was the substations in various cities that were attacked, and their equipment was helpless in front of the explosives. Soon, the power grid of the whole city completely fell into a state of paralysis, everywhere was dark, and the power system that people rely on for survival was completely destroyed.

The communication facilities were destroyed, and no one was able to contact. Everything seemed to fall into endless disasters and nightmares. People screamed and cried and wept for this hellish scene. Many of them have never seen such a scene in their life, but for zarhad, he not only saw such a scene, but also it was his daily life.

Now it's your turn to enjoy this kind of "routine".

Looking at New York in panic, zarhad raised his hands.

Come on, America, continue our war!

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