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Mhamad clenched his fists and slowly turned around, he saw a middle-aged American standing there with a pistol.

This is Pakistan, a country ruled by law. Except for the army, police, and ordinary people, they cannot own guns at all. And this American actually holds guns here!

The owner of this bar is not a Pakistani, but an American! Moreover, the relationship is definitely not ordinary! Mhamad looked at the gun pointing at him, three meters away from him. At this distance, it is difficult for him to grab the gun, but the Americans can easily pull the trigger and kill him.

But, does this American dare to shoot himself? This is Pakistan!

Mhamad sneered and pointed to his chest: "The heart is here, if you have the guts, shoot me here!"

Mhamad said as he walked forward.

Sure enough, the boss took two steps back and kept his distance from Mhamad.

"Let's shoot! I don't dare to attack the Soviets, I'm just showing off my might!" Mhamad continued: "Just your trick, I want to fight with me. The Soviets I killed are enough to strengthen the company."

Mhamad continued to walk forward a few steps, and the boss continued to retreat until he stepped back to the bar, and there was no way to retreat.

Mhamad's chest was pressed against the gun, and he held the barrel with his hand and said, "Let's shoot."

The American in front did not move, so Mhamad snatched the gun, separated the magazine and the chamber, and threw it to the ground, his body was filled with a tiger's aura.

Mhamad turned around, took the girl and left the bar.

The girl held Mhamad's arm and her body was still trembling. She didn't subconsciously want to let go until she left the bar. However, after drinking too much, she couldn't walk steadily.

"Where is your home? I'll take you home," said Mhamad.

"Here." The girl pointed to the corner of the street, where there was a mosque.

"No, it's here." The girl turned her fingers again and pointed to the guesthouse where Mhamad lived.

So, Mhamad knew that the girl was indeed drunk, had great potential for beer, and her eyes were so blurred that she really didn't know where her home was.

If there is no memory of the previous life, Mhamad's best way is to give it to the police directly, but now, he knows that doing so is not good, and Mhamad does not have much restraint between men and women.

He took the girl back to her place and placed her on the bed. Mhamad sat on a chair beside him and slept for a day but still had no rest. Now, lying on the chair, Mhamad quickly fell asleep again.

During this sleep, she slept soundly. Mhamad woke up until he heard a clattering sound in the bathroom. He looked at his body and covered with a blanket. The girl on the bed had already gone to the bathroom.

"Cruff." At this moment, the bathroom door opened, Mhamad turned his head, and in his sleepy eyes, he saw a naked body walking out of the bathroom.

Yes, it's just naked. You can see the curve of your body so concavely. You can see the two flesh balls on your chest hanging down a little, and water droplets on it slide down little by little.

The wet hair was draped in disarray. When she saw Mhamad in front of her staring at her, the girl obviously felt shy.

At this moment, Mhamad felt something under his crotch and was ready to move. He quickly suppressed the desire in his heart and said, "Are you awake?"

"Well, I took a shower and felt much more comfortable." Aisha said, "Thank you for helping me twice. I, I can repay you in any way."

The girl's intentions were revealed, and Mhamad threw the blanket he covered over: "Put it on first and be careful of catching a cold."

The blanket just covered the girl's chest. The girl turned around and skillfully surrounded the blanket and tugged it up.

The front chest is high and the back hips are raised, which is more tempting than just now.

"How could you go to the bar run by Americans?" Mhamad asked. In fact, he was just asking casually. The scene was very awkward now, and he wanted to change the topic.

He has a high IQ, but his EQ is obviously not enough. In his previous life, Mhamad, who married a female officer through a matchmaker, got married first and then fell in love. Moreover, he either trained or practiced, and spent too little time with his own women.

Hearing Mhamad's words, tears came out of Aisha's seductive big eyes: "I am not a Pakistani. I escaped from Afghanistan. My hometown is in Kandahar. My father opened a factory and my mother taught in a middle school in Kandahar. Later, the Soviets came over and the factory was damaged in the war. My father was also injured. Later, he fled here with my mother and I. Just after he arrived here, my father went to see the Lord, and only me and my mother were left. My mother suffered from serious illness because she missed her father and was admitted to a hospital here."

Aisha has a unique temperament, which is definitely not the ordinary Afghan civilians who cannot read the big words. She is sexy and fashionable in her clothes, but she is very arrogant in her bones, and her eyes reveal the grace and elegance that only the upper class has.

If you are an ordinary Afghan girl, you will never take a bath in Mhamad. Afghanistan lacks water, and some people can't wash it a few times in their lives.

Of course, taking a bath here may have other purposes, such as tempting yourself.

Aisha stood in front of Mhamad: "After coming here, I was lucky to find a job at the Peshawar Radio Station and earn some salary, but these salary still could not afford the hospitalization cost of my mother, so I could only do some part-time jobs. My colleagues at the radio station introduced me to these Americans. As long as I drink with them, I would have tips. Who knew that these Americans wanted me to accompany them to bed."

Aisha's body was trembling, and crystal tears fell down at her bare feet. She continued to say to Mhamad: "You said you killed the Soviets. You are the hero of our Afghan people. I admire the hero very much. I really like you."

After saying that, Aisha gently untied the blanket, and the blanket slid down to the ground, and her whole body was exposed to Mhamad again.

"At this moment, I'm yours. Hold me tightly, my lover." Aisha said emotionally, her arms hooked Mhamad's neck, and her firm chest pressed against Mhamad's chest.

Mhamad felt a surge of blood surge, and all the desires were released instantly.

Two thick and powerful arms hugged Aisha. Aisha's soft body was thrown into the air and was thrown onto the bed. Mhamad began to take off his clothes quickly.

"Dingling, Dinglingling." At this moment, the phone on the table rang.

Mhamad recovered instantly. He picked up the phone and the voice of the chief of staff came from it: "Mhamad, come to the headquarters immediately."

"Yes." Mhamad stood at attention and replied solemnly.

Putting down the phone and looking at Aisha on the bed, Mhamad said, "Aisha, it's already bright outside. You can rest for a while and go to work."

"No, I want to be with you, I want to kill the Soviets and avenge my father!" said Aisha.

Mhamad shook his head and quickly left the place without waiting for Aisha to speak.

The cool morning breeze blew on Mhamad's head, and his mind had become extremely clear. This Aisha was pressed onto her body like a piece of gummy. Is the Afghan girl so bold and proactive?

In the headquarters, Mhamad met the chief of staff Musha Af again with a serious face.

"Mhamad, your record in Afghanistan has attracted the attention of American friends. The person in charge of the CIA in Peshawar wants to meet you and discuss providing assistance to the guerrillas at the same time. This is an opportunity." Musha Af said.

Mhamad nodded, and he looked at Musha Af with gratitude.

A smart person doesn't need to talk too much. It is almost impossible to ask for a stinger to the Americans. Originally, Mhamad had no chance to communicate directly with the Americans. Now it was an opportunity. He wanted to seize this opportunity, convince the Americans and provide him with such weapons!

The weapons provided by the United States are all transferred from it through the CIA. If you build the CIA bridge, it means that the guerrilla team led by it can obtain a steady stream of weapons in the future!

Mhamad sat upright, staring straight until he heard footsteps coming from outside.

"Bauer, welcome you here." Musha Af stood up and greeted the door.

"You're so serious here. Next time, it's better to have a conversation in a relaxing and pleasant place." Ball outside laughed loudly: "Actually, my bar is good."

As he said that, Ball walked in and saw Mhamad standing behind Musha Af.

At the same time, Mhamad also saw Ball, and immediately, Mhamad looked surprised: "Why are you?"

"Lt. Mhammad, do you know Mr. Ball?" Mushaav was also very surprised.

Mhamad felt embarrassed and knew him last night. At that time, the American in front of him was holding a pistol, pressing him to the bar counter with his chest, snatched the gun, then took off the magazine and threw it away.

How could the owner of this bar, the boss who indulged Americans in a misconduct, be the head of the American CIA in Peshawar?

Yes, only the person in charge of the CIA dares to carry weapons in Peshawar and dare to take them out. Today's Pakistan is entirely up to the Americans to be on the back, so that they can have the confidence to confront the Soviets.

Oops, I offended this guy. It seems that it is even more difficult to get a weapon from this guy.
Chapter completed!