Chapter 9: Re-displaying Heroism (Part 1)

  "The Green Zone is a heavily guarded place, can Chinese people go in and open a restaurant?" Old Dai was worried.

  "I'll take care of the green zone side." Lime extinguished the cigarette in his hand and took over the Zhonghua cigarette handed over by Old Dai, saying, "The entry and exit procedures and security guarantees are no problem, mainly to find a suitable venue. In these days, you do a good job of preparing for various tasks, kitchen utensils, tableware to be equipped well, restaurant equipment to be complete, especially the chef, 'wait' staff to be selected well, it's best to find familiar people who used to work in your restaurant, don't let terrorists 'mix' in."

  Dai Mei'er's mother, Ahong, carried over a pot of coffee, and the rich aroma of coffee instantly filled the living room. Old Dai's mouth was stretched into a wide smile as he poured a cup and placed it in front of Laimu: "This is Blue Mountain coffee from Jamaica, sent by my brother-in-law before the outbreak of World War II," said Old Dai, pointing at Ahong. "Try some, it tastes great."

  Laim took a sip, and indeed it was very good, rich, fragrant, smooth, and couldn't help but praise: "Miss Dai said that her mother's coffee is very good, and it really is, thank you Mrs. Dai."

  Ahong is a Sichuan native, over 40 years old, but with a radiant and lustrous complexion, like Dai Mei'er's elder sister. Laim thought that if Dai Mei'er resembled her mother, it would be a disaster if she resembled Old Dai. Ahong smiled warmly and said: "Thank you, General Laim, for saving my daughter." However, her gaze wandered back and forth between Laim and Dai Mei'er, unable to understand why this American general, whom they had never met before, was being so attentive and protective of an ordinary Chinese family.

  It was after two o'clock when he left Damer's house and drove back to his apartment.

  He now has a big stone in his heart, Briya is dead, and the thread of re-crossing is pulled out. This Rhyme can also say goodbye to God. However, he still has many doubts about Briya's betrayal. He agrees with Jackson's view that Briya is a staunch anti-Saddam faction, even if he encounters kidnapping, he will not easily surrender to Al-Qaeda. What is the reason for his betrayal? Since seeing the video of Imani and Salem together, he had an intuition that Briya's "daughter" - this Imani might be the key to unlocking the mystery.

  Imani is likely to be a very important person.

  The car entered the green zone and arrived at the embassy apartment. He parked the car under a palm tree, walked into the building, took the elevator to the sixth floor, got out of the elevator, and pulled out his key. Suddenly, he felt something was off. The lock had been opened by someone else. When he left, he had inserted one of his hairs into the keyhole - this was a habit from when he worked at the National Security Bureau before crossing over. Now, the hair in the lock was gone.

  He put away the key, bent down, and from the heel of his shoe, pulled out a very thin steel wire. He inserted it into the lock on the door, made some slight movements, and the door opened silently. The living room was empty, but there was an additional cigarette butt on the coffee table. He picked up the cigarette butt, which still had some warmth to it. He put down the cigarette butt, walked through the living room, and entered the bedroom. Suddenly, a gust of wind came from behind the door, and he instinctively ducked down, his hands reaching back to grab onto someone's head. In an instant, he made a backward throw, and with a "thud", turned around to see...

  "Oh no, how did you throw me again?" It was still the 'daughter' of that ambassador, Allen, who had been thrown to the ground.

  Lime was also bewildered: "How is it you again? How did you get in?"

  Allen rubbed his butt: "I wanted to give you a surprise, but you ended up dumping me?"

  Lyme was still puzzled. When he went out, all the doors were locked, so how did this Allen get in? "You, do you have my door key?" he asked.

  "Yes, you gave it to me." Allen got up, rubbing his forehead with his hand. "Laim, dear, what's wrong? Are you sick or something? You even forgot to give me the key."

  "Oh, yes, it's me who gave you the key." Lime thought, originally Lime and this Allen had a deep relationship, with a 'daughter' of a great ambassador following him around every day, it seemed like trouble wouldn't be scarce. "Sorry, didn't hurt you, did I?"

  The Western woman's flesh was indeed thicker and more solid than that of the Chinese, "Nothing," Ellen said with a smile, sticking close to him, her two breasts shining white in front of him, dazzling him so much he could hardly open his eyes. He thought that even the many breasts bound up with straps in Zhang Yimou's "Curse of the Golden Flower" couldn't compare to these two, the two mounds of flesh in front of him were too swollen, squeezing his chest and making it hard for him to breathe, he felt a sense of oppression, saying: "Wait, I've been smoked and fired all morning, my body is too dirty, I want to go take a bath."

  Allen couldn't wait any longer, huffing and puffing as he said: "Last night you said we were going to have a meeting, told me to wait for you at the 'Flower' Garden Hotel. I waited all night, but didn't see you. Where did you go last night? You almost suffocated me!" As he spoke, he began taking off his clothes. In an instant, the room was filled with a riot of colors and Allen stood stark naked in front of Laim, who looked rather dazed. This was the first time since crossing over that he had seen a woman's body, and it was a foreign woman's at that.

  The woman's figure is not to be covered, with bulges where they should be and hollows where they should be, the green veins like small insects, seemingly wandering on the trembling flesh; The plump buttocks are raised high, smooth and slippery, as if blown to pieces; The lower abdomen is lush and mysterious, giving people a sense of mystery and temptation.

  Lime only felt his heart racing, blood flowing rapidly, dry mouth, and slightly bulging eyes. However, the traditional habit of 'reserve' before crossing over made him somewhat constrained, at a loss for what to do. But a strong demand surged towards him like wave after wave of a tidal wave.

  Allen was doing a seductive dance on the Persian carpet, twisting and turning, her whole body exposed, slowly dancing up to him, her twin peaks pressed against his chest, her left hand hooked around his neck, her lips meeting his, her teeth gently biting his tongue, while her right hand opened his pants, reached in, pulled out his thing, spread her legs wide, and directly inserted it into her body, then like a monkey climbing a tree, she wrapped her hands around his neck, simultaneously biting and sucking him.

  Lyme felt his brain explode, hot blood rushed up, and masculine power filled his entire body. "Damn it!" he roared, like a lion, and suddenly picked up Allen, threw him onto the bed, tore off his clothes in a few moves, pounced on him, and launched a continuous attack on Allen...

  Allen burst out laughing, stretching out his limbs like a mother dog letting out a comfortable howl. Lyme was also extremely pleased, with the feeling of being on the battlefield of a counterattack in Vietnam, the Vietnamese army defeated and fleeing in disarray, while he held onto his machine gun and fiercely 'fired' at the front.