In the violent explosion, Hound 3's sentry was turned to ashes, and several stumps fell from the air.

From the blasted gap in the wall, hundreds of robot dogs swarmed in.

Breaking through multiple temporary defense lines in a row, if you can't get past it, you will self-destruct, causing heavy casualties to this group of soldiers who are best at fighting against the wind.

The plane blew up, the warehouse was on fire, and the oil depot was setting off fireworks.

After hundreds of explosions passed, the Jalalabad base was in ruins.

People in the whole city took out their hidden AKs, and more and more people took to the streets.

Fortunately, as long as you don't block the robot dog's path and don't stay in the target, you can basically save your life.

So dozens of soldiers in the Jalalabad base died, and the remaining thousands were fine.

The defense was narrowed, and then Kandahar's military planes were called for support.

These soldiers finally resisted wave after wave of attacks, and there were at least several hundred locals killed and wounded outside the base.

After dawn, the soldiers dragged their tired bodies, most of them had trauma, and the lightly wounded went to fill the hole. The runway is the lifeblood of Citi's military, which relies heavily on air power.

The pit was almost filled, and the C130 came down.

There are higher-ranking generals and a large number of medics, medicines, and so on.

In the command room with only half of the wall left in the bomb, it went back to the way it was decades ago, map work.

"General!" The people in the command room immediately stood at attention and saluted.

After the general returned the salute, he said, "How about the loss of the base?"

"Report to the general, the facilities were basically blown up, and there were only twelve fighter jets left. The ammunition only has more than one base on the soldiers."

"What about the loss of personnel?"

"There are 38 people in KIA, more than 70 serious injuries and countless minor injuries."

"Clap," the general clapped heavily on the table. Judging from his cramped face, it was estimated that he was too strong, "this is a shame, a shame for two hundred years. Do you people think that the world is invincible? Do you think that the locals are all obedient? Look at the corpses outside, look at your bears, and look at the mess in the base."

The general took a deep breath and continued scolding: "I think our name will be in the history book of Citi Country. Don't stay here, go out and count the losses. I'm not here to give you. I'm going to explain to Congress."

Citigroup's domestic response was also very quick. President Corn held a press conference before the gunfire had stopped.

"Today is the darkest day in Citi's history with a terrorist attack on our Jalalabad base."

...

"Mr. President, do you know what organization did it?"

"No comment for the time being, but I'm here to state that no matter where the murderer goes, we'll want to kill him like a **."

...

The press conference was not long, and some media had military reporters at the Jalalabad base.

I got first-hand information from them, and with the attitude of Mr. President, tomorrow's headlines have good news again.

"Is this a suicide weapon?" The general stood in front of the wreckage of the tinned robot dog.

"Yes, General, hundreds of these robotic dogs stormed the base last night and destroyed our facilities and equipment in almost a short time."

"Is the weapons expert here?"

"Everyone is here, doing explosive trace analysis."

A laboratory was temporarily set up in the base, and several experts observed the explosive dust collected from various places under the microscope.

This is the fingerprint of the explosive. Every explosive produced by a military factory has its own unique additive. As long as the additive is found, the source can be found.

"That's not right, it's actually made by DuPont."

"We can't control this, just report it directly."

These explosives were bought from the black market by Osborn, in fact, he did not know where it came from. This kind of stuff is all too common on the Citi dark web.

The configuration of Black Sorkin can be done by many family workshops.

Don't ask, I know and I won't tell you, let alone I don't know.

The general got the explosive analysis report, which was produced by DuPont, huh, he is another big guy who dare not mess with it.

But this is just to divert the line of sight, there is no bird use.

Another report, which caught the general's mind, found some fingerprints on the fragments of several robo-dogs.

Then, through the comparison, it was found that there were several names with correct names, all of whom had local criminal records. At least these people handled the batch of robot dogs. This is the way to find clues.

The general called the CIA agent at the base and handed him the two documents in his hand.

The agent took a few pages and found the content he dared to be interested in. He pointed to the photo above and said, "I know this person. He is a local resident and has been an informant for a while."

"Go get him."

"Yes, General." The agent nodded and went out to find someone.

Now the fire in the oil depot in the base is still burning, and other fires that can be extinguished are gone. The seriously wounded who should be sent away for rescue were also sent away, and a large number of transport planes brought in the soldiers who changed their shifts.

In Jalalabad, almost every family had relatives and friends who were killed in the attack last night.

Therefore, the CIA does not dare to drive a military vehicle at this time.

Go to the city to pull people.

They make up to look like local residents, with burqas and headscarves, they are indistinguishable.

Driving a tattered Toyota pickup truck into a residential area.

It is relatively remote, so there are not many people coming and going.

They had crawled in from the low wall of the yard, the house was messy, and it looked like they were in a hurry to leave. The floor was full of clothes and supplies.

Agents have been searching from upstairs to downstairs, but nothing useful.

But the false door in the stairwell on the first floor attracted attention, and the agent took out his pistol and carefully opened the wooden door.

Suddenly there was a sound, scaring everyone.

A black cat rushed out of the door and nearly shot.

The light at the door was turned on, and there was a staircase under the stairwell leading to the basement.

Two agents went down, and as soon as I stepped into the basement, I saw good things all over the floor.

There are robot dog parts, dynamite cuts, and two servers that overheat and crash.

The clues for almost all cases are here.

Half an hour later, a battalion of soldiers drove the only remaining armored vehicles and tanks to surround the area.

As a result, the residents of the city were frightened to death, fearing that they were about to massacre the city.

Instead, the situation turned for the better. Some sporadic attacks disappeared immediately. The residents laid down their weapons and prepared to be good citizens again.

All the items, not even the pots and pans in the room, were put into evidence bags and sent to the domestic laboratory for analysis.

And all the missing persons related to this kid are on the wanted blacklist.

Abu was not among them. He had only one-line contact with Khwaja, a young man with a gun in the basement who was on his way to Peshawar.

But he didn't go to see the old friend Amedna, who was too close to the Citizens.

Peshawar is almost full of intelligence officers from all over the world, and as long as you have money, you can buy any weapon here.

Abu came for revenge, which was another wish of his.

More than a dozen hours after the incident, Mr. President held a press conference again.

At the meeting, he showed a picture of the wreckage of the robot dog, and in his words he threw the pot to Hua Yuan, even saying that this incident was manipulated by Hua Yuan.

How is this possible? The Ministry of Foreign Affairs condemned Mr. President for his big mouth, and then said that he is willing to fulfill the responsibility of building a big country, and that there will be a million infrastructure army to help rebuild the air base.

I don't know if Mr. President is angry or not, but Mr. President's big mouth makes Zhou Lei sick.

When this product is sold, when will I have to be responsible?

I don’t know if shouting a few words of technical innocence at this time will make Citizens continue to cheer.

But Zhou Lei went over several social media of Citigroup and updated a piece of information.

"Three Stones is willing to work with the Afghan people towards a better tomorrow without any more wars and bloodshed."

Below are 9 pictures of greenery in the desert nations to the west.

There are large tracts of vegetation, farmers happily harvesting fruit, and new farmers who threw away their rifles and picked up tools.

It's a slap in the face, but politically correct, Mr. President is no bullshit.

On the same day, the Afghan embassy sent a counselor to visit the Sanshi new agricultural base.

The staff in the base took him around the desert demonstration area for a few laps. He thought the base was fooling him. The ground was green, how could it be a desert area. And the air is humid and dust is gone.

There was really no other way, so I dragged him to the farthest place, so that he could see all the process of mechanized planting.

The end of the story is a large loan from the World Development Bank, and the Afghan government and the Three Stone Group signed an agreement for mining for greening.

Amid several explosions in Peshawar, the greening project in Afghanistan kicked off.

Citigroup also found that the explosive characteristic agent left at the Peshawar site was the same as the one in the Air Force Base, and the same was owned by its own family.

The fingerprints found on a corpse left at the scene also linked the two events together.

Abu got his revenge, but he also perished with his father-killer. I really don't know if this culture is right. If he knew that after this, his compatriots would have a good life.

Citi Soldiers have no reason to be in a place where they are not needed, and I think Abu is going to die too.

It's just that Mr. Osborn, the initiator of all this, didn't get anything.

It is very likely that his brand-new weapons will be replaced by terrorists with new agricultural tools in the near future.

After all, not everyone wants to be a martyr once.

The name of the Three Stone Group, along with the good reputation of Huayuan, started from the landing in Karachi.

Greening plans will start on several plains, starting near big cities.

After five or ten years, Afghanistan will no longer be a war-torn country, it should be the breadbasket of Central Asia.

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