Chapter 7: Undercurrent

bj, Municipal Party Committee Courtyard.

At night, some room.

Dai Jitao and Ye Yuwen were gathering to listen to Dai Yao’s description, with a slightly solemn expression on his face.

It was not until after listening that Dai Jitao said slowly: "So, do you know the name of one of them?"

"I only know the surname of a person, Ouyang, but he was the culprit when he bullied me twice." Dai Yao said viciously.

"Well, although there are few people with the surname Ouyang, it is at least 1,800 people who are so big. However, it is not difficult to find him with the power of our Dai family. Moreover, there is an obvious goal - the actress Russell Su can use it." Dai Jitao thought about it: "However, judging from the strength of this person, this is definitely not an ordinary person. Moreover, if you can make Boss Zhao, who can make Dabi Culture Media, afraid that he will be like this, you must have a strong background. Xiaoyao, you might have chosen a good opponent this time."

"Dad, don't know the specific strength of your opponent, you won't just retreat, right?" Dai Yao said dissatisfied.

"Yes, Old Dai, do you have to wait until the other party's specific details are found?" Ye Yuwen also said, "If it is really the strength that our Dai family cannot move, then discuss it; if it is not enough to compete with our Dai family, then crush him and exclaim his anger for Xiaoyao. Our Dai family must not be looked down upon."

"I know this more than you." Dai Jitao looked at his wife dissatisfiedly: "I'm just worried that everything is too ostentatious. This is a taboo for officials, and I'm afraid there will be no good ending."

Ye Yuwen was so angry that he said: "Old Dai, you are really worried about this. Now in China, even if the number one person wants to touch our Dai family, you have to think about it. What's more, through marriage, several major families have already had close contact, so who dares to touch us!?"

"You don't understand this. Politics is not that simple addition and subtraction of strength, and there are too many variables." Dai Jitao shook his head.

"Dad, what did you say? You are really not afraid, are you?" Dai Yao said unhappily.

"Am I scared?" Dai Jitao glared at his son: "I just said to be cautious, not to thoroughly understand the situation, and not to do anything casually. Okay, I will arrange this matter. In less than a week, I will leave this 'Ouyang' without any hiding."

"Thank you, dad." Dai Yao suddenly became happy.

Dai Jitao looked at his son and sighed: It is probably not a blessing to have such a son who does not know how to restrain himself.

At this time, in a rural house in the western suburbs not far away, six big men were surrounded by dizzy lights.

Judging from his appearance, there were two people who seemed to have Han faces, but four others had white skin and bearded western faces.

These people appeared in the houses, which was really strange.

On the table in the middle, there was a mess of cups and plates. Most of the dishes were swept away, leaving only some soup and water. Many beer bottles were lying in a row, and they were lying on and under the table.

The whole room was filled with a strong smell of alcohol and a kind of slutty spirit that often didn't clean it.

"Uh--" The big men were probably full, and they burped in satisfaction.

"Okay, okay, pack up, there is still a task tonight." A tall beard nodded, but his accent was authentic Mandarin.

The group quickly cleaned up the table and cleaned it up.

Several people sat down again, the tall bearded man nodded, and said proudly: "Warriors of East Turkestan, today, we gather here, why?"

"Avenge." Several people growled with murderous expressions.

"Yes, avenge the hundreds of Eastern Turkish warriors who were killed by the Han people last year, and avenge our leader Abdullah Ali, who died in battle." The tall bearded man clenched his fists fiercely.

"Long live East Turkestan, Long live Allah." Several fanatical East Turkestans were full of 'holy' glory.

"In the past, our East Turkish People's Front was so brilliant, but since the leader died in battle and the base was destroyed, he was in a slump. Now, with the support of Mr. Bin Laden and some Western friends, we have regained strength. The second-ranked person Abduke Tasily has become our new leader. This time, in order to show our strength to the Han people, we have come here. I hope everyone can remember their mission and even the price of using life, they must die for the complete task." The tall beard almost roared.

"Yes." Several Eastern Turkistan elements responded loudly.

"Very good. The weapons handed over to us by the headquarters will be shipped tonight. Ah Hong and Maimati will be left behind later, Patta, Nurli, Eddie, and I, Papasoya, will go to get the weapons, do you understand?" The tall bearded man said with a serious face.

"Understood."

"Okay, check the weapons." Papasoya said.

Several Eastern Turkistan elements quickly took out their weapons and started to check them. Surprisingly, they were all very well-equipped.

The 9mm Israeli Uz folding submachine gun and the Austrian Glock 17 pistol are all best-sellers in the world's military products market.

"Let's go." Papasoya put away a Uz submachine gun and said to the three subordinates who followed him: "If you meet people in the village later, you must not reveal any abnormalities. We must not expose them until the mission is completed, do you understand?"

"I understand." Patta, Nurli, and Eddie nodded.

"Eddie, you have been lurking here for a few years and have a Chinese face. What will you answer if someone asks about our identity later?" Papasoya stared at an Eastern Turkistan with a Chinese face: she was about 20 years old, she was pretty and pretty, but her nose was a little tall.

"I would say that you are my friends from Russia, and I often go out to resell some goods here, which should make sense." Eddie said very carefully.

"Very good, I am worthy of being a good brother lurking in the most dangerous area. Let's go." Papasoya patted Eddie on the shoulder, and the group of four left the house and walked west.

Outside, the night wind was a little strong and a little cold, and several Eastern Turkistan elements couldn't help but wrap their clothes tightly.

At this time, it was already very late, and most people in the village had fallen asleep, but there was still a night-sleeping home with lights on.

These Eastern Turkistan elements try not to attract attention, and take their pace lightly and walk slowly.

Suddenly, a village dog smelled a strange smell and barked.

A villager wearing a single garment, as if he was using the toilet outside, turned his head and suddenly saw four big men. He was shocked, but when he saw Eddie in the leader clearly, he smiled with relief: "So it's brother Ai Hu, why don't you sleep so late?"

Ai Hu, who is Eddie's pseudonym here, smiled happily and said, "Yes, Brother Zhang, there is something else to do."

"What are these?" Suddenly, Brother Zhang couldn't help but be surprised when he saw the three strong white men behind Eddie.

There are few outsiders in this remote village, let alone foreigners.

"Oh, they are Russian friends I met in Manzhouli. This time my friends came here to repurchase the goods, and asked me to do the translator and the Paopai market. Hehe." Ai Hu explained with a smile.

Behind him, Papasoya and the other two were as usual on the surface, but secretly were very alert. Once there was any flaw, they would immediately kill and silence them.

Brother Zhang didn't find anything wrong, but just smiled enviously, "Haha, then you kid is going to make another fortune. Not bad, remember to treat you another day."

"Okay, okay, you're busy. I'll take a few friends to the grocery store in the west end of the village to buy some cigarettes." Eddie said politely.

"See you again." Brother Zhang brought his pants home.

Several Eastern Turkistan elements couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.

"Go away." Papasoa shouted softly.

The few people quickly accelerated their pace and walked towards the west of the village.

After a while, the four of them walked out of the village, which was close to the mountainous area. Although it was at the turn of summer and autumn, the mountain wind was still a little cold when it blew.

Several Dongtumen quickly wrapped their clothes tightly, stamped their feet on the ground, started to work, and waited slowly.

After waiting for a while, Patta, who was as strong as a cow, said impatiently: "Papasoya, when will the goods arrive?"

"It's twelve o'clock, now" Papasoya looked at the watch: "twelve:05."

"Nothing will happen." The lean and hard-working Erli said with some concern.

"Allah bless you, a nonsense guy." Papasoya said dissatisfied: "Maybe some things have been delayed. The 'thornbird' sent to deliver weapons this time is not an ordinary person, and nothing will happen."

"Papasoya, is this 'thornbird' going to fight with us?" Anyway, Eddie asked casually.

"Yes, according to the headquarters, we all have to listen to the 'thornbird'." Papasoya shrugged.

"Oh, then how powerful is this 'thornbird'?" Patta said a little dissatisfied.

"He is the darling of Allah, with the ability to transcend nature. We are like weak sheep in front of him, vulnerable." Papasoya exclaimed.

Everyone said silently, with disbelief: "Papasoya, are you, are you saying true?"

"Yes, he is a supernatural warrior, but I don't know what skills he has. But it's very strong." A gust of mountain wind suddenly blew, and Papasoa shrank his head.

"Bless by Allah." Several Eastern Turkish elements exclaimed, all of them were full of energy, as if they had received the favor of "Alah". The mission would definitely be successful.

Suddenly, a 'drip' sound came from Papasoya, and Papasoya was excited: "Here's here." He quickly took out his cell phone, pressed it, and spoke a standard Chinese accent: "Hey, I'm a 'buzzard', yes, we are on the dirt roadside at the west end of the village, it's easy to find. OK, we'll wait for you."

After hanging up the phone, Papasoya said excitedly: "Brothers, here. From now on, stay highly alert in case anything changes."

Several Eastern Turkistan nodded, reached into their arms with one hand, firmly held the handle of the gun, and glanced vigilantly into the thick night surrounding them.

Not long after, a brisk black shadow walked quickly from a distance, and seemed to be carrying a suitcase in his right hand.

Suddenly, when he saw the four Papasoya, the black shadow suddenly slowed down and walked calmly to the four Papasoya. While putting down the suitcase in his right hand, he took out a cigarette and said with a smile: "Brother, can you borrow a fire?"

"Okay, where are you getting rich, brother?" Papasoya took out his lighter, covered it with his hands, and lit the fire for the person who came.

"The south of the colorful clouds, the coast of the East China Sea, the yellow sand of the Western Regions, and the northern polar regions, go anywhere as long as you need your career." The visitor smiled faintly, and with the light of the cigarette butts, you can see clearly:

This is a man in his thirties, slightly white in skin and dark hair. He seems to be a mixed-race man, very handsome, but very calm and cold.

"Blessed by Allah, you are finally here." Papasoya said happily: "Have you brought the goods?"

"Here." The visitor pointed to the suitcase with his finger.

"That's great." Papasoya was so excited that she suddenly said, "By the way, brother, what should we call you?"

"Well, call me Amur." The visitor said calmly.

"Eddie, get the boxes for the Amur brothers. Let's go back and chat. It's too cold here." Papasoya said enthusiastically.

Eddie was about to step forward, but Amur stopped him and said lightly: "You can't touch this thing, it's too dangerous. I'll come in person."

Eddie was stunned and looked at Papasoya.

Papasoya nodded and everyone walked back together.

It was very safe to go back. After a few ignorant dogs barked a few times, they were safe all the way.

After returning to Eddie's home, Papasoya introduced it to everyone in detail, and several Eastern Turkistan elements soon became familiar with each other.

While asking Maimati and Ahon to bring some food, Papasoya said to Amur: "Brother, we have prepared the action plan, and the tickets for admission have been bought through some underground relationships. Just wait for the opening day of the Han Olympic Games to arrive, we will let the Han people cry for that day forever and lose all their face in the world."
To be continued...