"Didn't you just bought the goods two weeks ago? I calculated the time, and I said I would deliver the goods to you next week. I didn't expect you to come today."

The vendor holding baskets of mutton and slap was talking at a break from the busy schedule.

He knew that this strange guy opened a high-consumption store in a remote countryside, and it was impossible for people to remember it. It was because he couldn't bear to leave that little profit, so he ran over from afar.

If it were other big businessmen, they wouldn't care about the profits of more than a dozen or twenty lambs, and they wouldn't have arranged for a special car to travel so far to deliver goods.

"I'm lucky. A tourist from another place came to the town and bought three sheep. In addition, someone held a hospitality a few days ago, so the goods were used up in advance, so I went to the city to purchase the goods."

The bearded middle-aged man watched the merchant finish his work, and the slaughtered lambs were piled up with small trucks. They would send them to various surrounding towns, which was the basic business of the merchant.

Looking at this empty shop, the bearded middle-aged man had a bad feeling.

"Oh, Cavill in the west has twice as much goods today. I have no stock here. If I slaughter now, I will not be able to deliver it tomorrow."

The businessman, who was so busy that he was dizzy, suddenly patted his head at the empty shop. He looked at the bearded middle-aged man with apologetic expression.

"Babar, why don't you wait for another day? Or you go back to the town first, and I'll send it to you in three days at most."

That's right, this bearded middle-aged man was Babar, the owner of the braised lamb shop that Lu Mingfei met. Because the goods in the store were used up, he simply ran to Peshawar to purchase goods.

It was the most prosperous city around him. He once learned to stew all lamb here, but unfortunately he rarely came back here since then and spent most of his time in that small town on the border.

"It's okay, I'll get the goods tomorrow. I'm going to meet someone."

Saying goodbye to the lamb boss, Babar walked into the city on a tricycle. He seemed to be very familiar with the city. Whether it was the glamorous avenue or the dim and narrow path, he could always find the route to the next road.

After traveling through half a city, he finally stopped. Next to it was an extremely large braised lamb shop. Compared with his own shop, it was the difference between heaven and earth. The teacher who once taught him was the owner of this place.

"Babar, come upstairs."

A window in the tall building opened, and his teacher and the boss here looked at him condescendingly, as if he had known about Babar's arrival.

"You are finally willing to see me, Babar."

He was wearing a simple white robe and a piece of white cloth on his head. The only thing that highlighted his boss' identity was the rings he wore and the gems inlaid on his watch, which made people feel valuable at first glance.

The rich man did not dislike the dusty Babar at all, and pointed at Babar and let him sit on the expensive leather sofa.

"I thought we wouldn't meet again in the future, but I didn't expect it."

The man didn't say anything he thought of, but this gorgeous office was filled with a depressing atmosphere, as if sparks were about to emerge in the next second.

"Don't think too much, I'm here just to see you by the way and see if you're still alive.

But when I see you still being able to live and enjoy this luxurious life, I have nothing to see.”

Babar stood at the door. He did not obey the man's words and sat on the leather sofa, nor did he even enter the door. He just looked at the rich man sitting upright with a cold face.

"You really have nothing else?"

The man in the white robe was a little unbelievable. The time when Babar appeared was too coincidental, so he could not think of anything else.

"It seems that someone has found you." Babar sneered on his face. He seemed to have guessed something, looking at the man in white robe was like a joke.

The man in white robe stood up from his seat at this time. He slowly walked to Babar and stared at Babar's two eyes, as if he wanted to see something.

After a long stalemate, the man in white robe opened his mouth slightly and was about to say something, a waiter dressed in a panic and shouted as soon as he went upstairs.

"Boss, it's not good, that's not good, that group of lunatics have lurked into this city."

"Idiot, didn't you see any customers?" The man in white robe shouted at the waiter, frightening the other party to tremble in place, "Get down!"

The waiter retreated without saying a word, but he knew the boss's bad temper.

"It seems you can't escape."

Babar sneered again, turned around and left, and saw him and knew him, and it was time to leave.

"stop!"

The man in white robe looked at his student and couldn't help but shout out the orders, but Babar didn't listen to him at all. They had parted ways long ago.

"I said stop! If you still recognize me as your teacher, stop me!" The man in white robe was a little angry and pointed his hand at Babar's back.

"We had already announced the end at the beginning. Do you have anything else to say? Teacher."

Babar finally turned around. If he hadn't been nostalgic, why would he still come here? He hoped to see the teacher change, but in fact the teacher is still the same.

Babar stopped, but the face of the man in the white robe also solidified. He didn't know what to say, whether to be angry or condemned? Or forgiveness, or something?

He didn't know how to face his outstanding student, but the teachers and students who were struggling for the same ideal eventually parted ways, just like two parallel rivers, and never had any intersection again.

"I told you that it's time to stop. The world will not revolve around our will. Everyone has their own personality and thinking. Choice is our innate power.

Our actions will only lead to greater tragedy, we will not bring a better life to the people, we will only bring cruel wars, and even the destruction of mankind.

I don't know if you are still experimenting, but I want to tell you that the reason we are human is because we are thinking, not because we are weak or timid."

Babar looked cold, as if this was not what he said, nor was he here to persuade the man in white robe.

The man in the white robe put down his hand. He didn't know how to tell the student, as if he couldn't convince himself, and he couldn't convince him either.

"Let's go, let's go. Maybe you are right, but it's not that important. They discovered me. If they couldn't survive this level, there would be no future to talk about."

Babar's cold face warmed up a little. He looked at the man in white robe. This was the teacher who guided him for the first half of his life and the teacher who shaped his concept of life. He finally left a place for him in his heart.

“It’s time to leave now.”

"You don't understand, go quickly. Those people are crazy. You have seen it before. It's not safe for you to stay in this city."

The man in white robe turned around and closed the door, leaned weakly on the door panel, covering his face with both hands, and quietly listening to the footsteps of Babar leaving.

When he was young, he followed his father, a genius father like a lunatic. At that time, his father was so mad. He was a legend like Muhammad, and he would definitely lead the believers to create an ideal world and heaven.

He protected Afghanistan from polar bears, stopped British invasion conspiracy, and defended the integrity of the motherland. Everything was so praised.

But then he changed, why? Perhaps only he himself knew why he changed, terrorist attacks came to the world again and again, spreading disasters and panic among the crowd.

He was worried about the rising Amerika, and he did not hesitate to launch terrorist attacks again and again, and even hijacked four planes in a mad manner, hitting a symbol of a country, attracting even more terrifying revenge.

Of course this happened after he left his father. As early as when his father's transformation began, he had arguing with his father again and again, and finally left his father with his ideals.

He thought he could definitely surpass his father, he thought his discovery could definitely change the world, but reality gave him a cruel slap, and until now he could only survive in this border city.

No one understood him, and even his favorite student left him in the end, just as he betrayed his father's ideal.

"Have you found the target?"

On a tall building in Peshawar, a bearded man dressed in casual clothes was holding a telescope to observe the city below, like looking for a needle in a haystack, but he had no hope on the telescope.

He held another walkie-talkie and urged the other teams of people. This morning they discovered the movements of the coalition forces and they were also infiltrating the city.

"Report to the chief, no sign has been found yet," the last word was not yet spit out, and there was a subtle gunshot sound from the other end of the intercom, and the sound of falling to the ground immediately afterwards.

The commander with rich combat experience suddenly understood what was going on. Someone sniped their people, and the only one who dared to do so was the coalition forces. They had already penetrated into the city and were even looking for them.

"All are on guard, the coalition snipers appear in the xx area, everyone is ready to fight!"

All the members scattered in the city received news that the old man selling vegetables, the young man pulling carts, the ones who wandered around, all kinds of people began to take action.

However, they were still restrained. This place was the commercial center of another country after all. However, with the arrival of night, more dark blind spots appeared in the bustling commercial city, and the two sides completely fell into the meat grinder.

…

"Boss, will that person really be in this city? I remember there should be a wanted order here, right?"

A group of merchants selling cloth packed up their goods. They formally pretended to enter Xavier in Peshawar and visited several districts under the name of selling cloth.

"It's so easy to find that we've already caught the terrorist leader." The captain slapped Xavier in the head in anger.

"Pack up the things, today is over. Keep going tomorrow and touch the remaining areas.

Didn’t you say you wanted to eat braised whole lamb? I’ve passed by a large shop before and I’ve already booked a seat. Today I’ll be braised whole lamb for dinner.”

When Xavier heard this, he smiled suddenly, and worked harder to pack things. In a short while, he put all the cloth on the car.

He grabbed the driver's seat, and the teammate who was in charge of driving crawled into the back car, but he didn't continue to compete with the youngest boy in the team to drive.

With a kick in the accelerator, Xavier rushed to the door of the Braised Sheep Shop, and it was obvious that he could not wait.

"Did the guests order or have they booked?" As soon as the five people stepped into the luxurious hall, a waiter walked up with paper and pen.

“It has been booked, 218 rooms.”

The captain took out a small receipt, which was paid when booking before, and the private room he belonged to was marked on the back.

The waiter took the ticket and nodded, walked sideways to guide them up the stairs, and personally sent them to the private room. At the same time, several bottles of drinks were brought. The country was not popular for drinking, so there was no alcohol supply in the restaurant.

"Dear guests, the whole stewed lamb you have reserved will be half an hour before it can be released. Please wait a moment."

The waiter showed a polite smile. The five people in the box couldn't say anything, and waved them to retreat.

"Huhu, stew the whole lamb, stew the whole lamb."

"Is it that smelling?" Looking at Xavier, the captain shook his head and picked up the drink, "Next time I will take you to eat steak, that is the deliciousness of the world."

"Hehe, Captain, you don't understand. The reason why braised lamb is so fragrant is because it is the money spent by the captain."

"I told you, call me boss outside." I was so angry that I photographed the whole team's younger brother, "You want to eat so much, why don't I book a room for you?"

"No, don't." Now it was Xavier's turn to feel embarrassed. Seeing his twisted expression, everyone in the team burst into laughter.

"After the meal, where do you want to go?" A man with a bit of a stingy look squeezed at the captain.
To be continued...