Anomalous Collector

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On the streets of Putrajaya, outside the compound of Zhongzhou Construction Engineering Group, a team of military armored vehicles was passing by slowly.

In the car, a half-inch blond man, wearing a military uniform, turned his head to look at the heavily guarded Zhongzhou Construction Engineering Group compound, and said through the walkie-talkie:

"Eagle's Nest, here is the safari, the target has arrived, do you want to act? Finished."

A loud voice came from the walkie-talkie:

"Falcon, keep watch, release the hound, it's over."

The blond man nodded, adjusted the communicator to the team channel, and said:

"Stay under surveillance."

Then he took out an old mobile phone and dialed a number.

The other side answered quickly, and a hoarse voice with a Middle Eastern accent sounded:

"Baker, my friend, what do you want me to do this time? Help you get rid of the officers who are hindering you, or which organization you want to make meritorious deeds? Don't worry, it's easy to say, we learn the army and want weapons and fuel, you Take your honor and get what you want."

Baker frowned and said:

"Abu, people who talk too much often don't live long..."

The other party was just a small faction within the Xuejun. Although everyone was using each other, Abu's attitude made him very unhappy. The hoarse voice sounded again:

"Shameless Xinlu people, don't forget that you are at risk in our homeland! I can say whatever I want, if you still want to go back to Xinlu..."

Before he finished speaking, Baker snorted coldly, looked at a small portable monitor next to him, and said:

"Sangji Village, the southeast corner of the primary school, you and your wife and children are very happy, tsk spray, from the drone screen, it is a group of lovely children... If this place was bombed by mistake, it would be a pity Yes, but there's no other way, it's all for the sake of anti-terrorism, for peace, everything is worth it..."

The voice on the phone rang again, but it had become a lot more respectful, and the voice was lowered, with a hint of pleading in his tone, saying:

"Colonel Baker, please forgive my rudeness, Abu is happy to work for you."

Baker nodded in satisfaction and said:

"Zhongzhou Construction Engineering Group in Putrajaya, ask your people to tie more bombs. Within an hour, I don't want to see this place again."

Abu took a deep breath and said:

"Zhongzhou people? If Xuejun really blows up the territory of Zhongzhou people, we will face terrible retaliation, which will make Xuejun all..."

Baker said impatiently:

"Shut up, these have nothing to do with me, you just need to do it. Remember, the drone is over Sanji Village, and you only have one hour."

Hanging up the phone, Baker snorted coldly, leaned on the seat, and said to himself:

"A scum from Guanta Prison, dare to bargain with me?"

Then he glanced at the Zhongzhou Construction Engineering Group compound not far behind through the rearview mirror, and sneered.

These squinting yellow-skinned monkeys have no idea what the real battlefield is like.

The entire Turkoristan is a big battlefield. People from Zhongzhou come here, and they don't know how they died!

At the same time, in a small courtyard room in Sangji Village, Abu took out the chip of his mobile phone with a livid face, smashed it into pieces, and threw it into the stove.

"Abba, Aba, take a look at the picture I drew." The youngest son held a pencil drawing in his hand and happily ran over and handed it to Abu.

In the childish painting, it is a soldier in black, holding an automatic rifle in his hand, shooting a new army soldier.

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Abu smiled and reached out to touch his younger son's head. Several sons all ran into the room at this time, laughing and joking and running away again.

In the kitchen not far away, two wives in black robes were cooking with their daughters.

He got up and walked out of the room to the yard. Abu raised his head and glanced at the sky.

There was only a gray sky, and nothing could be seen.

However, he knew that at an altitude of hundreds of thousands of kilometers, in a place beyond the reach of human eyesight, a drone was hovering.

Precision-guided bombs mounted on drones could burn him and his entire family to ashes in seconds.

An endless sense of humiliation welled up in my heart.

He is not afraid of death, but his family still needs to live.

Although Zhongzhou people are equally difficult to mess with, and the character of Zhongzhou people is like hiding a knife in cotton, it may be more troublesome than Xinlu people, but he has nothing to do now...

If Mr. Zaha was still alive, everything might have been much simpler.

After all, Mr. Zaha is a powerful awakener and a messenger of God, while he, Abu, is just an ordinary person.

It's a pity that Mr. Zaha is dead, and the current Sark brigade is no longer as good as its previous heyday. It has been reduced to a second-rate organization in Turkey, and he can only barely maintain it...

Taking a deep breath, he took out a cell phone chip again and put it in the cell phone, dialed a number, and said in a deep voice:

"The time of war is here, my child, arrange three holy warriors, put on the most powerful steel ball vests, and go to Putrajaya Zhongzhou Construction Engineering Group. God is waiting."

Then Abu hung up the phone and fell to his knees.

Although he couldn't see the drone in the sky, he seemed to feel that death and darkness were wrapping his heart, coming from all directions.

It seems to have returned to the dark days in Guanta Prison, where he was tortured and tortured like animals every day.

God...please forgive me...

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In the prison study room, looking at the bearded heads who signed up on the bookshelf, Li Fan nodded slightly.

There are ten heads in total, four of which are local warlords and strongmen in Turkey, and the remaining six belong to the boss-level figures in the Middle East, most of them and Turkey. There are innumerable connections.

There are even military strongman dictators in some countries in the Middle East.

From this point of view, the former collectors are also quite good, and it can be said that the collections are all over the world.

But at present, the total number of more than 100 collections is still a bit small.

Except for some popular countries and regions, there are many places where the collections do not appear on the bookshelf.

As an obsessive-compulsive disorder patient, Li Fan faintly had a new small goal at this time - to gather the heads of bigwigs from all over the world.

At least a few from every country in the world, right?

There are also various political groups, religious groups, warlords, guilds, factions, etc. No matter what, they have to get one or two heads over to fill the front.

These are all human criminal elites. Collecting them is almost a collection of human civilization in another way.

Thinking about it now, it was indeed a bit of a waste before.

Including the heads of John Aso and Masao Tanimura should be kept.

The human brain can be said to be the best information storage device and the most sophisticated computer. It can process and output various complex information. It would be a waste to just throw it away.

Thinking that he had wasted a lot of good heads before, Li Fan couldn't help but feel a little regretful.

I wonder if the bodies of John Aso and the others still exist in the morgue of the Sangguo Magic Hall?

It's really impossible to go back and let Yamamoto Matsu and the others get their heads over.

These are works of art!

After wanting to understand this, Li Fan picked up a large backpack next to him and threw the ten heads he had just signed up for.

Then he thought about it again~www.NovelMTL.com~ and said to Basong and the others on the side:

"Get them a bear body."

Although Yamamoto Matsu used a chicken doll as the body before, but the bear doll is more eye-catching, soft and cute.

And the limbs of those chicks are really inconvenient.

After thinking about it, Li Fan has decided that in the future, all these heads will use bear dolls as activity carriers.

Bassoon and the other bear dolls did what they said immediately, quickly found new dolls, hollowed out the cotton in their heads, put the heads of Sam, Zaha, Hassan and others in them, and then stapled them together. Okay.

After obtaining a new body, all the people in the Middle East were grateful to Dade at this time, and at the same time they were full of expectations for the coming reality.

The pale ghost wearing a black fire crown in front of him nodded and said:

"Let's go."

A group of little bear dolls immediately got into the backpack, a small bear claw stuck out from the backpack, and pulled the zipper up by themselves.

Li Fan then picked up the backpack and left the prison study room with the eager eyes of the heads.

Afterwards, he found the door from which he came, and gently pushed it open. The power of the key to the prison was activated and returned to the room in Putrajaya.

Now that he is ready to implement the "Six Ears" plan and break with the Central State Anomaly Bureau, in this operation, he is not afraid of revealing anything.

No need to try to hide so deeply.

As soon as he returned to the room, he heard a knock on the door, followed by Fang Hao's voice:

"Officer Li, Director Gou and the others have asked!"

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(Good night everyone~~~)

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