Chapter 189 Touch

Four cars drove fast on the road from Kabul to Kandahar, Afghanistan's second largest city. The drivers I meet occasionally will open the window and pay attention to it for a while before leaving with envious eyes.

Li Mo and his party have a total of 17 people, including 14 meteor members. There are 10 people in Michael's party. Except for himself and an assistant named Dodd, the remaining eight were all tall bodyguards. According to Michael himself, these bodyguards were once retired from special forces from various countries and recruited by him at a high cost. Because arms dealers often walk in war-torn areas, there is no group of strong bodyguards, and they will not know when they will be killed.

A group of 27 people rode in four extended Hummer jeeps and galloped on the asphalt road to the big city of Kandahar in southern Afghanistan.

Sitting in the second car, there were only Michael and his assistant Dodd, as well as Li Mo and Mouse, plus a driver.

Because there are many mountains in Afghanistan, the highway will either pass through bridges or tunnels for a while. Li Mo was very interested in the novel landforms here all the way, and he looked at it with relish through the windows.

Michael's closed eyes suddenly opened, and the corners of his eyes looked at the young people around him for a while. He still doesn't know much about this young man. If it weren't for the mouse (who will use his nickname directly in the future) who belonged to the same category as him and knew more about rats, he wouldn't have believed that the young people around him were a powerful organization leader. For the Star Organization, Michael also knew the situation of the Star Organization after his own network investigation. An arms organization that sells light weapons.

Although he is curious about the strange organization of Xingchen, Michael has never asked face to face. He knows that this is someone else's privacy, and he will not ask anything. However, Michael still has some research on the Star Organization. After all, this plan is very dangerous. If he is not careful, he will be the wanted by the United States. Michael doesn't want to be sentenced to life imprisonment.

The cooperation with Xingchen this time is mainly because the Xingchen Organization is not well-known among international arms dealers. The strength is not bad. In this way, it will not bring unpredictable changes to the cooperation.

"Li, you seem to be different from ordinary people!" Michael put down his thoughts and suddenly said with a smile.

The car was quiet, with only the low roar of the engine.

Li Mo withdrew his gaze, looked back at Michael, and said in surprise, "What's the difference between me?" It's not all about eating with their heads!"

"Do you eat with your head? Yes, your Chinese culture is very profound. This sentence is prepared for us!" Michael's eyes widened and said happily.

"I said that you are different from ordinary people, referring to your age. When I was about 20 years old, I knew how to set up a base abroad and start an arms trade. This is incredible in our United States, not to mention in your China!" Michael explained in a positive way. The light blue eyes did not blink, and the expression on his face was also very serious, not like a joke.

Li Mo touched his nose speechlessly and secretly said that the Westerner was really direct.

"Everyone has their own ideals, don't they? For example, Mr. Michael, you are not running around in the war-twar areas. Li Mo said with a flat smile.

"Yes, everyone has their own ideals and aspirations. It seems that we all belong to the same category. Michael smiled and said, "Li, the place we went to this time is not Kandahar, but the border area between Afghanistan and Pakistan. When you get there, you will see a different world!"

After saying that, Michael nodded to Li Mo and closed his eyes again.

At 4 p.m., the convoy passed more than 20 kilometers through Kandahar. The road has reached its end in Kandahar, and it is driving on a rugged mountain road.

Through the window of the car, there is a depression outside. After Kandahar, Li Mo rarely saw green again. Looking up, the sky is full of withered yellow.

The convoy climbed over a mountain, and the scenery in front of them suddenly changed. It was not a boring color like the Gobi Desert. Among the mountains, there was gradually a new green.

When passing through the last mountain pass, Li Mo opened a gap in the window and heard a whistling cold wind, which followed the gap into the cold air in the car, which made Li Mo shiver and immediately closed the window.

At the foot of the mountain, the speed of the Hummer suddenly accelerated. This is a plain. Although the road is still dirt, there is no longer the kind of panic passing by the cliff.

Suddenly, Li Mo saw several people standing on the roadside not far away through the car glass in front of him. As the Hummer approached, Li Mo found that the four people were all teenagers. To Li Mo's surprise, each of the four children was wearing an old-fashioned AK rifle and looked at the convoy with a vigilant look.

The Hummer in front of the road suddenly stopped, and the three cars behind couldn't help stopping. I learned from the on-board walkie-talkie that the middle of the road ahead was blocked by a big stone, and the vehicle was impassable for a while.

Li Mo thought of the four children with weapons by the roadside and suddenly realized that they must have something to do with the stone blocking the road.

Michael seemed to have known that this would happen for a long time. He took out a card from his pocket, opened the window and handed it to a seemingly leading child outside.

The four children were more alert when they saw Michael opening the window and handing out something. The muzzle of the rifle was quickly raised and pointed faintly at the window.

The led child took a careful look and stretched out a hand to the result card. After a look, his face changed. His vigilant look was gone. He grinned and said, "Welcome guests from afar. My name is Lan Luo. The leader informed that if you come, I will lead you in!"

After saying that, Lan Luo took out a cylinder from his arms, carefully opened one end, then took out a lighter to light a wire like a fuse, and then quickly inserted it into the dirt on the roadside.

"Ban!" A green fireworks bloomed in the sky.

Lan Luo gave an order to the three children around him and opened the Hummer that got into the co-pilot's door.

The three children outside ran to the front and said that the stone was pushed out of the roadside, and then smiled and waved to this side for a while.

Li Mo and the mouse were stunned by all this. Especially the fireworks just now. You don't have to think about it. It's used to remind the police officers below.

"Your name is Lan Luo, right? Why don't you use mobile phones to communicate? The mouse couldn't stand the surprise in his heart and asked the child in front of him.

Lan Luo turned around and lay on the seat, with childishness on his slightly black face. He didn't think about answering the mouse's question, "The leader said that this is a mountainous area and the signal is not good. Moreover, the technology of the United States is very advanced. If we use wireless communication frequently here, it is easy to expose!"

From his firm tone, it can be seen that he worships and believes in the leader.

There are all smart people in the car. When they hear Lan Luo's answer, they will nod with enthusiasm. During World War II, both sides of the war could locate by radio. Not to mention today in the 21st century, the other side is still the United States, the world's most powerful country. Military technology is definitely not comparable to and imagined by a backward country like Afghanistan.

At this time, Li Mo was very interested in Omar, the former leader of Afghanistan and the ruler of the Taliban. He is worthy of being the person in charge of a country. Although he did not make any contributions to the economy and people's livelihood of Afghanistan when he ruled Afghanistan, he was able to become the leader of a country from an 800-person leader in less than 10 years.

On the way after

, the mouse asked about the Taliban from time to time. Although Lan Luo is just a child, he is not stupid and some secrets are not answered. Although he didn't know how to fool around, he signaled in an alternative way that he could not answer, that is, he was silent with his eyelids hanging down.

In the field outside the window, pieces of poppies bring a huge income to this barren land. Although it is a little far from the golden moon in Afghanistan, it is not too far away. Cultivating opium is a huge profiteering industry with little investment and large income in the eyes of the Afghan people who have been living in poverty.

Li Mo has no other feelings about the poppy outside. He has seen a lot in the Golden Triangle. It is even a larger planting base than here.

The mountains in the distance are getting closer and closer, and the convoy passes through four more 'checkpoints' after the checkpoints of the meridian Lanluo. The similarities between these 'checkpoints' are that the 'staff' are all a group of teenagers. Their clothes are worn out, and their bodies are even dirty. The yellow face shows that they can't keep up with nutrition. But Li Mo saw a kind of firmness and fanaticism in the eyes of these children.

Religion's brainwashing of people is incomparable in any other way. But Li Mo also believes that among these children, there are also many nationalists who do not believe in religion, but only in the motherland. They have only one purpose to go forward and fight hard, to drive out the invaders!

"Li, the first time I came here, I saw these children. I have the same idea as you. After my understanding, I learned that this phenomenon is more than one place in Afghanistan. In other places, mainly in villages and towns outside the city, there are many such young women with rifles or bombs..." Michael looked at Li Mo's expression and suddenly sighed.

Even if he is a cold-blooded arms dealer, there is a touch in his heart for these children who have no food and clothing for various reasons and have to carry guns to enter the battlefield.

"Yes, I was born in this country. They have their own responsibilities as soon as they are born. Maybe it's for the family, the nation, the country, or even the faith in the heart. They are willing to give up their newly blooming life, and anyone who sees it will have the same feeling!" As Li Mo spoke, he thought of the orphans of the Young Eagle Group. They may have some threats to their survival, but they are much better than the children here. At the very least, they have a complete country, a united nation, and a strong backbone!

The convoy stopped at the foot of a mountain, and the guards in the other three cars opened their doors and jumped out of the car, scattered to guard.

Li Mo and Michael finally got out of the car and were stunned by the scene in front of them when they raised their eyes...

(to be continued)