For Tajik Zarhad, this was a dark day.
"F * ck the peace talks!"
He returned to his camp and roared at his adjutant.
"Those damn traitors! Traitors! They sold the country to those white pigs, and now they want us to negotiate! F * ck the peace talks! We'll fight with those bastards until the very last moment. We'll never compromise! "
"But we don't have much money left …."
"Damn it!"
Hearing this, Zaalhad let out an angry roar as well. He sat down on the chair and remained silent. But at that moment, his phone suddenly rang. Zarhad picked up the phone and answered the call.
"Who is it?!"
"Hello, Mr. Zarhad."
A very gentle and peaceful voice came from the other side of the phone. He spoke in Zarhad's mother tongue, but Zarhad had never heard this voice before.
"Who are you? How do you know my phone number? "
"Who I am isn't important. What's important is that I can provide you with everything you want."
"Hahaha."
Hearing this, Zarhad sneered.
"So you're a philanthropist."
"No, I'm not a philanthropist. I'm just a peacemaker, a peacemaker who stands on the side of being bullied."
The other party did not waver because of Zarhad's sarcasm.
"I'd like to ask, Mr. Zarhad, what's your goal?"
"Do you even need to ask? Of course it's to drive those bastards out of our country! "
"But you know that's impossible. Do you know why?"
"…. What do you mean?"
Zarhad frowned when he heard the voice on the other side of the phone.
"Because this is not a war, Mr. Zarhad. Maybe you don't like me saying this, but it's the truth. You see, they've made up groundless charges, invaded your homeland, bombed your cities, and slaughtered your people. But what can you do? Kill a few soldiers? Blow up a few tanks? What's the point? They're soldiers. They'll die anyway. "
"…. So?"
"So, I'll help you turn this into a war."
"So what can you give me? Missiles? Tanks? Or gun bullets? "
"Hahaha, this is not enough, Mr. Zarhad."
The other party chuckled.
"Even if you have all these, the war will still be carried out in your land. The ones who will be destroyed will still be your cities, and the ones who will be hurt will still be your people. But what about them? Think about it, when your compatriots were wailing in the flames of war, what were they doing? They are eating chips, drinking Coke, watching movies and playing games. What are their children doing when your children are dying in pain? They were enjoying a beautiful, peaceful, and leisurely life. Can you stand it? Mr. Zarhad? Can you endure all this? "
"Enough!"
Zarhad slammed his fist on the table when he heard that.
"So?"
"Reciprocal retaliation is war. Right now, this is just a one-sided massacre. Your struggles won't even cause them the slightest bit of harm. Only their own homes fell into disaster. They watched their own children struggle and die in pain. Their own cities were littered with corpses. It was a scene of devastation. This … was what war should be. And I, Mr. Zarhad, can bring this war to you. "
"Commander!"
At this moment, his adjutant suddenly screamed and shoved a fax in front of Zaalhad. Looking at the numbers on it, Zaalhad was also taken aback.
"This is … .500 million US dollars?"
"Consider this an advance payment."
The voice on the phone continued.
"I will provide you with a plan, as well as everything you need to carry out this plan. All you need to do is to carry out this plan. Believe me, Mr. Zarhad, after this plan is completed, you will become everyone's hero. "
"… ….."
Hearing this, Zarhad was silent for a moment.
"So, what can you get out of this?"
"Of course it's peace. I am the messenger of peace, the guardian of freedom. Therefore, in order to protect the earth, to protect mankind, I will destroy the enemies of freedom, peace, and justice. Isn't that only natural?"
"Hahahaha, messenger of peace, good, I like you as the messenger of peace!"
Zarhad laughed out loud. He reached out his hand and took out a pendant from his pocket. He opened it and glanced at the picture in the pendant, then gritted his teeth.
"Let's talk about your plan."
Fangzheng hung up his personal terminal and looked at the computer screen in front of him. The corners of his mouth curled up into a smile.
So far, everything had gone smoothly. The next step was to wait for the results. If the plan succeeded, it would be the biggest reward for Fangzheng.
What was the Black Man organisation?
A thing that hid in a dark corner and dared not show its face. At most, it could only assassinate a few politicians and blow up a few buildings.
That's it?
You think you're worthy of being an evil dark organization?
I'll show you who the real dark organization is. FBI？ CIA？ MI6？ That's it?
My target is the entire United States!
Fangzheng wanted to see, after this plan was carried out, which side would be the real final boss of this world, him or the Black Man organisation!
Unfortunately, Conan was a Japanese after all. His range of activities was limited to Japan. He didn't even go out of East Asia. Therefore, it was impossible for Conan to detect or destroy his plan this time.
The only problem now was … the problem of time.
For Fangzheng, this was a problem.
But for Zarhad, this was not a problem.
Or rather, everything was going quite smoothly.
That person had prepared everything for them. Brand new passports, brand new identities, the best weapons, everything, including activity funds, a road map and a plan.
And the moment he thought of that plan, Zarhad was extremely excited.
In fact, even when he set foot on American soil, Zarhad couldn't believe that all this was real. He was worried that all this was a trap, but the fact was that everyone entered the country safely. The customs did not notice anything unusual at all.
However, standing in the bustling departure hall and looking at the crowd in front of him, Zarhad couldn't help but feel lost. This reminded him of the shabby airport in his hometown. In comparison, this place was like a different world. At that moment, Zarhad suddenly felt a small bump. He looked down and saw a blonde girl rubbing her nose and looking at him embarrassedly.
"I'm sorry, sir."
"It's okay."
Gazing at the little girl in front of him, Zaalhad revealed a smile. Gazing at the little girl skipping away and happily holding her mother's hand as they walked out of the departure lounge, Zaalhad smiled.
This girl reminded him of his own daughter. She was so cute, so innocent, so beautiful. But she was killed by an American bomb in the hospital. Not even her bones were left.
Thinking of this, a cold expression flashed across Zarhad's face.
That person was right. This was not a war. But now, he was going to turn this into a war. This was a true, equal war!
Only when they suffered the same pain as he did, could it be called a war!
Ring ring ring.
His phone rang. Zarhad picked it up, and soon, that gentle voice appeared again.
"Hello, Mr. Zarhad."
"Hello, is there anything else? Mr. Peacemaker? "
"Nothing, I just want you to take a good look at this city."
“？”
"Look, New York. What a beautiful city, isn't it? Mr. Zarhad, you once had the chance to build a city as beautiful as this. Unfortunately, you can't do it. But at least, you can pull this vampire down from his altar and turn it into ashes under the sun. "
"… That's exactly what we want to do!"
Having said that, Zarhad clenched his fists.
"Very well. Then, for the sake of our common goal, let us fight."
"That's right."
Zarhad hung up the phone and looked at the beautiful New York shining under the sun. He took a deep breath.
"This is a war."
And this war had just begun.
One by one, figures walked out of the airport. With unwavering faith, they went to the battlefield they wanted to go to. Zarhad listened to the reports of others while looking at the plan in front of him.
"First, we have to take a plane to our destination. New York, Los Angeles, Chicago, Philadelphia, Houston, San Francisco — all the major cities in the United States are our targets. I've booked the tickets and will act strictly according to the schedule. We have to ensure that all the flights arrive at the destination at the same time. "
"Then, we have to get the weapons we need."
"Hey, sir?"
Looking at the man wearing a gas mask walking out of the bathroom, the stewardess couldn't help but be stunned. However, before she could say anything, she saw the man take out a gas canister from his arms and open it. Soon, poisonous smoke quickly spread and filled the entire cabin. The man wearing a gas mask quickly took out a miniature bomb and directly blew up the cockpit door. After that, he picked up a pistol and attacked the two pilots.
Then, he threw the body of the pilot to the side and piloted the plane forward.
"… After all, the take-off and landing of a plane are the most difficult. As long as you're not a monkey, you should be able to learn how to change direction in the middle."
The roaring plane cut through the sky and flew straight forward. Everyone stared at the scene in front of them dumbfounded, completely speechless.
Then, flames erupted.
The Twin Towers, the Federal Bank Building, the Sears Building, the Chase Building, the Philadelphia City Hall, the Pan-American Pyramid.
They were once the pride and symbol of this country. They represented the supreme glory and achievements of this country. But now, they had completely collapsed, turning into ashes amidst the dust and smoke.
People screamed and ran. No one knew what had happened. They just stared at it all with their mouths agape, not knowing how to react. For them, the false soap bubble of peace had completely burst at this moment, replaced by unparalleled panic and despair.
"God, God, what the hell happened!"
Zarhad watched as an old woman stumbled over from the other side of the street. Her eyes were red, and she could not stop crying.
"Are you all right?"
"Oh, I'm fine. Thank you, young man. My God, why did this happen? What did we do wrong … "
Zarhad looked at the old woman who was covering her face and crying, but he did not say a word.
What did you do wrong?
Don't you even understand this little bit?
But you don't need to understand.
Just like we don't need to understand, we don't know what we did wrong to cause those terrible disasters.
What did we do wrong to make you invade our country, kill our people, and destroy our cities?
There was no answer. In fact, there was no need for an answer.
"Begin the second phase of the operation."
Watching the streets or panic,
Or the crying crowd. Zarhad picked up his phone and coldly issued the next order.
"Boom!!!"
Another explosion sounded, but this time, it was the substations of the various cities that were attacked. Their equipment was useless in the face of explosives. Soon, the entire city's power grid was completely paralyzed. Everything was pitch black, and the electricity system that people relied on for survival was completely destroyed.
The communication facilities were destroyed, and no one could contact them. Everything seemed to have fallen into an endless disaster and nightmare. People screamed, cried, and wept for this hellish scene. Many of them had never seen such a scene in their entire lives. But for Zarhad, not only had he seen such a scene, but it was also a daily occurrence for him.
Now, it's your turn to enjoy this' daily life '.
Looking at the panic-stricken New York, Zarhad raised his hands high.
Come on, America, let us continue our war!
(End of Chapter)
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