"Just a flock of sheep," Mhamad sneered, "I went this time just to let them know that in the face of absolute strength, all conspiracies are in vain!"

Mhamad's eyes were full of murderous intent.

Although Mhamad has been here for bravery and has gained his current status through his own life and death, it has a lot to do with Zia Hak's appreciation. Without Zia Hak's continuous promotion, Mhamad would not have become the Deputy Chief of Staff of the Army in just a few years and is the No. 2 figure in Pakistan.

Mhamad had a deep relationship with Zia Hak. Zia Hak's assassination made Pakistan lose a helmman at this critical moment. Those people only care about their immediate interests and do not care about the national interests at all. They deserve to die!

When necessary, Mhamad can also be decisive in killing and decisive, such as democracy and freedom. What Pakistan now needs is a strong ruler and needs to lead Pakistan to a strong position!

At this time, the combat equipment of the A unit was still very simple. Since Mhamad had a lot of things to be busy with, the equipment of this unit has not been in place. Except for the Black Hawk helicopter that was allocated, other heavy equipment was planned.

Having a helicopter is enough!

"Our president is gone." At this moment, looking at the soldiers standing on the apron, Mhamad's tone was very heavy: "The tragedy of history is repeating. We are not losing in the battle with foreign enemies, but consuming all our precious national strength inside. We are ourselves unable to be strong. Now, it is time for us to correct this mistake!"

Mhamad spoke concisely. At this time, there was no need to explain clearly. These soldiers all knew what tasks they would perform.

"Now, as the Deputy Chief of Staff of the Army, I order all our Pakistani troops to continue to follow the last wishes of our President Zia Hak and fight hard for the strength of our Pakistan! Now, we will correct the rebellion that took place in Islamabad!"

Mhamad was wearing military uniform, combat uniform, helmet, the same ammunition, and had a murderous look on his face.

"Yes!" all the soldiers replied.

"We must first control the Presidential Palace and issue our orders there! Pakistan cannot fall back into the hands of the conspirators!" Mhamad said: "Check on the plane!"

At this time, it was getting dark, and several Black Hawk helicopters soared into the air at Peshawar Airport and flew to the west. In order to prevent them from being discovered by Islamabad's air defense network, they flew very low.

At the same time, the 11th Army stationed at the Peshawar base also began to move towards Islamabad.

The sound of the rumbling engine and the airflow blew to the ground. A piece of sand was raised. Mhamad thought about his past life and how many times there were in battles. Now, he is like an ordinary soldier. He wants to fight for the future of Pakistan, and at the same time, for Mhamad's own future.

Before leaving, some of Zia Hak's words were still vivid in my mind. Pakistan is a society with complex family forces. Especially the upper class, those families will never forget the power they once held.

Humph, they stayed honestly, forgot it, but they dared to attack the president, so they would never let them go. Regarding the conspiracy, Mhamad made the Iron Lady humble. How could these families compete with Mhamad!

"Note, I'm about to arrive in Islamabad ahead." The pilot's voice came from the plane.

I flew very low all the way, and before I knew it, I had arrived in Islamabad.

"Prepare for battle." said the commander of the unit a, Colonel Niyaz, next to Mhamad, who pulled open the magazine with a thud and checked it for the last time.

Everyone is making the same preparations.

Islamabad has entered late at night. Except for street lights that are still illuminating the city, the rest of the places have become dark.

The helicopter roared and advanced along Central Street. Soon, a familiar place appeared in front of him, the Presidential Palace!

A soldier opened the door of the cabin and pushed the machine gun out. If resistance was found on the ground and prevented them from landing, the machine gun would unceremoniously knock them into several segments.

However, it seemed that he had become accustomed to the roar of helicopters, or the guards, and he had never expected the helicopter to land here. When the Blackhawk helicopter hovered on the building of the Presidential Palace, the guards were still on their posts, and everything was normal.

The rope was put down, and Niaz was the first to slide down the rope. Then several soldiers slid down one after another, running to the side quickly to protect the landing site.

Mhamad followed him down, and he walked towards the attic door on the rooftop for a few steps and kicked open it.

The Black Hawk pulled up, the second landed again, and continued to put down the armed personnel. At this time, Mhamad had entered the interior of the building.

The third floor is all black, and the lights are still on in the president's office on the second floor.

The two soldiers opened the way and gradually approached the office on the second floor according to QB training. There were no guards here!

"Bang." The soldiers kicked open the office door, held the submachine gun in their hands, and rushed in. Whenever they found someone resisting, they would pull the trigger and shoot bullets immediately.

The man sitting on the chair suddenly woke up. When he saw the armed soldiers in front of him, he immediately woke up: "Which unit are you from? Whose orders have you accepted? I order you as the Minister of Defense and leave here immediately!"

It was Murvev who spoke. When he found that even his guards had begun to show that look, he remembered that the Iron Lady was killed like this. So he ordered the guards to protect them around the Presidential Palace, and there was no guard in his vicinity, which was safer.

He didn't expect that the people in front of him would fall from the sky.

Many things need to be dealt with, especially internal matters of the army, which gave Murvev a headache, especially the troops of several states. They began to disobey his mobilization and sent people to take over the troops. It happened that these troops did not accept the new commander.

Murvev began to have an ominous premonition, especially the news from Europe that Mhamad disappeared and no one knew where he went. The old general, who was almost fifty years old, was actually afraid of a young man in his twenties.

"My order." A voice came from behind.

Mhamad walked over, wearing a combat uniform, showing that he was taller and taller, holding an Uz submachine gun in his hand, and could shoot revenge bullets at any time.

Suddenly, Murweif felt his legs trembling. From the perspective of Pakistan's system, he, as the Minister of Defense, was even less powerful than the Deputy Chief of Staff of the Army.

"General Mhamad. You are finally back. With you here, the country has a backbone. These days, I have been worried about your safety. Now when I see you, I feel relieved." Murvev said, and stood up from the president's seat.

"Is that? You're still really worried about my safety." Mhamad walked to his seat and sat there: "Tell me, honestly confess your crimes. I can let you go."

"What crime?" Murvev asked, looking at the people brought by Mhamad around him, he knew that his fate might be very miserable.

What should I do? His people were outside the presidential palace. Even if the alarm was issued, the guards were able to die more than a dozen times before they arrived.

"It seems that you are not aware enough." Mhamad said, raising his hand.

The Uz submachine gun made little noise. Murvev's thigh trembled and a bullet had already shot in.

"Ah." Murvev screamed, and the severe pain invaded his brain.

"What evidence do you have? I am the Minister of Defense! How could you treat me like this without being tried?" Mulvev shouted. When he saw Mhamad, he was just an ordinary sergeant. Mulvev had a natural sense of superiority. But now, Mulvev suddenly realized that the person in front of him was actually a devil.

"Judgement? Tell you, I'm just judging now." Mhamad said, slowly walking over, looking at the fearful Murvev, stepped on the wound on his leg, and crushed it hard.

Murvev's screams even louder, and the sound passed through the window and reached outside. Only then did the guards realize that something was wrong and wanted to rush in.

"General Mhamad, deputy chief of staff, ordered all troops to return to their original garrison immediately and mobilize those who are unauthorized to disobey military orders!" At this time, the soldiers of Unit A had already rushed to the first floor and shouted loudly at the guards who wanted to approach.

The Minister of Defense is simply a fool, and he actually scattered the guards so far! There were no guards on the entire building, so that's good, at least there was no bloodshed during their occupation.

The Black Hawk helicopter flew around in a circle, pointing the machine guns on the side here. As long as these guards move, they will strike without mercy.

General Mhamad! In the army, they pay attention to military merits. The lower-level army admires the most are those who have military merits. When they hear General Mhamad come back, they are immediately delighted.

"Is it really General Mhamad?" asked a guard.

"I order you to return to your garrison immediately, this is the Presidential Palace. You are Pakistani troops, not someone's army." Mhamad appeared in the window on the second floor and shouted to the soldiers outside.

At this time, a well-trained sniper can kill Mhamad, and it is an absolute confidence that he dares to appear here.

"It's indeed General Mhamad!"

"Let's retreat immediately!"

Seeing that all these guards were withdrawn, Murweif was even more frightened.

"Tell me, tell me the inside story of your collusion with Mirza and several big families." Mhamad said, firmly convinced that Mirza was the ambitious man behind him.
Chapter completed!