Chapter 9: Re-displaying Heroism (Part 2)

  Half an hour later, the clouds dispersed and the rain stopped.

  Sweat and the smoke from burning "waste" made him all dirty. Lime was uncomfortable to death, jumped off the 'bed', walked towards the bathroom, but Allen wouldn't let go, making a sound with her nose saying: "Want more?" She leaned on his back, Lime got angry and flipped her over with one hand, pulling her lower body to the front from the right side, heavily slapping twice, leaving two bright red handprints on her butt. But unexpectedly, Allen burst into loud laughter: "Lime, I love you to death."

  Laim was at a loss, so she simply hoisted her onto his shoulder and entered the bathroom, turning on the faucet to let the cold water rush for a while, which finally brought a refreshing feeling. He sat down under the faucet, thinking about what had happened that day.

  Everything is still reasonable, except that Allen has the house key, but he doesn't have any impression of it. It seems that the original Laim didn't pay much attention to this person either, otherwise, how could the memory of not having a key not be left in his body? I must figure out this problem and said: "What happened last night, you were at the Huayuan Hotel but didn't wait for me, why didn't you come to my house?"

  "I've arrived, but you've locked the door from inside. I knocked on the door for a long time, and my dad even came with security guards. Are you pretending to be stupid? Who is that woman you're fooling around with inside?"

  "Your dad? Has Mr. Alton been here too?"

  "Yes, my old man is worried that something will happen to you. This damned place is full of bombs everywhere. By the way, Dad also asked me to ask you, what's the progress with those few client contacts?"

  "Which clients? How many?" Rhyme wondered, annoyed. Why didn't he have any impression of this? The ambassador wanted him to contact some clients? "Mr. Orton didn't say which ones?"

  "My dad just told me to ask you this way, saying you know."

  "My client is very rich, why doesn't he speak clearly? Petroleum? Is it a customer for exporting petroleum?"

  Allen shook his head, his hands intently playing with his lower body.

  Is it related to the reconstruction of Iraq? "Cement?" Rumsfeld said. "Steel? Contractors..."

  Allen still shook his head.

  "Lime could only make a wild guess, 'Could it be ammunition?' he thought."

  "Right... the other day, you told my dad that there were people from the UAE, Saudi Arabia, and Kurdistan who wanted to buy tanks, specifically 4M... tanks. Are they clients looking to buy tanks?"

  Ambassador Altman is smuggling arms! And he's smuggling them onto the international market. That's a violation of U.S. law, and he had an idea, saying: "You go back and tell Mr. Altman that the customer issue is basically settled, and it will be finalized in two days."

  But didn't hear the answer, this foreign girl was addicted to playing with his lower body, "Woo woo woo", and actually put her mouth on it. He grabbed her hair and pulled her away, pushed her hand away, and asked by the way: "How long have we been together?"

  "Isn't that ridiculous? I've only been in Iraq for three days, and you've already tricked me into your bed, then ignored me afterwards. Later, you took the file bag from my dad and gave it to you, and only then did you throw the house key at me. I remember it clearly, starting from that day is 36 days, do you want to celebrate an anniversary or something?"

  "Wow, how will we celebrate?"

  Allen seemed to be a 'sex' loving animal, with his butt up, slapping backwards, wanting him to carry forward the spirit of fearless sacrifice and tireless continuous combat. In this "celebration", Lem could only bow down and charge forward bravely, re-displaying his prowess, launching another attack on the unnamed high ground... Just as things were getting critical, the bedroom phone suddenly rang. He came out of the bathroom, picked up the phone, and involuntarily took a cold breath. The other party was a woman's voice, 'cold', with hatred: "General, is it you who wants to find me? I'm also looking for you. My father died at your hands, wait, the revenge arrow of the goddess has already targeted your heart, ready to tear you apart and send you to the terrifying hell at any time."

  Imani? Hmph! Laim sneered coldly, saying: "I would have loved to kill your father, that mongrel, with my own hands. Unfortunately, Buriza was killed by Hashib and I gave him a humane cremation."

  "You... wait... for..." The phone hung up with a devilish moan-like voice.