From arms dealer to king of war

Igor was shirtless and wearing a pair of big pants, sitting under the flagpole in the Kandahar school playground...

An irritable beagle kept biting Igor's shoes, trying to get out of this muddy place.

Igor also ignored the little beagle. He wrinkled his nose and put his chin in his hands with a bitter look on his face, looking at a large group of Aqionghan children who were forced to stand on the mud floor to do exercises...

A dozen boys who were probably not doing well in their studies were being punished by running laps. The teacher who was responsible for supervising them was very irritable. If anyone was lazy, they would be greeted by branches as thick as their fingers...

Girls were treated slightly better. They were not asked to do exercises, but crowded in the classroom window to observe the legendary prince!

Igor didn't like this look very much. When he noticed the actions of those poor Afghan girls, he took out a slingshot from behind his buttocks, picked up a stone and hit a classroom window...

The broken glass shocked the girls inside...

Watching the girls leave the window in panic, Igor rubbed his nose and looked at the boys doing exercises on the muddy ground, and said to Asma beside him: "This won't work...

Watching other people suffer misfortune only makes me happy for a while, and I feel like I can only be happy if I missile those crazy women back home.

You go and find a way to get them all out, otherwise I would rather stay here than go back..."

Asma looked at her little boss in annoyance, holding her chest that was feeling tight, and said, "Boss, I just collected 5 million for you. Isn't it a bit bad for you to kick them out after taking the money..."

Rahwi said that this is the support of the entire Arab country for you and a display of stance. If you drive people away..."

After hearing this, Igor stood up and walked around irritably for a few times, and said uncomfortably: "I have collected all the money, isn't this enough?

Why are women so troublesome? "

Asuma has been tortured by the little boss for so long...

After getting used to hanging out in P.B., Asma's horizons have also opened up.

In fact, among the so-called little princesses in the Middle East, only a few have relatively high status, and most of the rest are just fill-ins.

Some princesses and even some so-called princes, in order to please big shots like Shah Dewali, Abu Dhabi Tahnouni, and Qatar Al Thani, deliberately arranged playmates with those important princesses.

But to say it's not important is relative. The little bastard Igor treats those girls as dog skin plasters that he can't get rid of, but the outside world won't see it that way...

What the outside world sees is that P.B. has a very good relationship with the Arab world. What the outside world sees is the recognition of Igor as the successor by the Arab world and its support for what he does!

There is nothing Igor can do about those princesses and the people around them, but they will continue to harass Asma, the life assistant...

Asma had been receiving gifts for the past two days and felt a little guilty and scared, so she had to chase Igor and ask him to deal with it.

But seeing as Igor doesn’t feel happy just watching people go to school, I guess there’s no chance...

Just when Asma was helplessly thinking about how to go back and face those people, Princess Charlene brought Jacques into the school...

Charlene wore a smart business attire and pulled Jacques, who looked much more mature, to Igor's side...

Seeing Igor's expression of bitterness and hatred, Charlene squatted down with a smile, hugged this tough-headed little bastard, kissed him, and said: "If you can hide in school, why can't you go to class and sit for a while..." "

Igor pushed away Charlene's "bloody mouth" irritably and said as if he were a fool: "I feel happy when I see others suffer, but I go and suffer myself. Am I no longer a fool?"

As he spoke, Igor looked at the tall and thin Jacques, rubbed his nose and said, "Jacques, your mother must be crazy!"

Jacques rolled his eyes and crooked Igor's neck, lowered his head and whispered: "You should be more honest these days. People outside now call you the 'cruel devil boy'. This is not a good reputation..."

Igor frowned, showed Jacques the fading witch medicine totem on his body, and said fiercely: "Why, is there anything wrong? I look terrible!"

Jacques looked at the bastard brother in front of him, spread his hands and said: "Jino and I also think it's pretty cool, but those adults don't seem to think so...

So I think you'd better be honest and stop thinking about the war..."

Igor said disapprovingly: "Where did I go wrong?

Those bastards drove cars filled with bombs into convoys transporting food. They just wanted to starve people. "

As he spoke, Igor raised his little fist, wrinkled his nose and said fiercely: "Cobra said that the next batch of missiles will be delivered tomorrow. As soon as the missiles arrive, I will have people continue to bomb them.

It was they who wanted to starve people, it was they who started the war...

The war will not end until they surrender! "

Charlene looked at Igor. He lamented and patted the little bastard on the head, then hugged Asma and walked to Kaman, who had been silent next to him...

"Igor can't be allowed to behave like this. You have to control him. You are the only one who can make him obedient now."

Kaman stuffed some tobacco into a wooden pipe in his hand, lit it and took a puff, then looked at Charlene and said: "Igor is fighting for you..."

As he spoke, Old Kaman looked at Igor with a smile in his dim eyes and said, "Why stop? Igor is doing the right thing!

The Balochistan Liberation Army tried to block the transportation channel, and this channel is related to whether tens of millions of people can obtain sufficient food...

Shouldn't they die? "

Charlene was choked for a moment, she shook her head and said: "Igor is the heir of P.B., but do you know what people outside call him now?

Cruel Demon Boy, do you think this is a title that an heir should have? "

Kaman glanced at Charlene, waved his hands indifferently and said: "The violence of the loser is cruelty, and violence against the wrong target is cruelty...

It's just necessary ruthlessness for victors and kings! "

Charlene looked at Kaman with a stern tone in her eyes with horror, and said in disbelief: "Do you think Jackal wants his son to become a cold person?"

Kaman shook his head slightly and said: "We have different understandings of coldness...

Igor is a lion. He is only 5 years old, but he takes it as his responsibility to solve hunger.

He's trying to protect everyone on his turf!

Someone tried to stop him and he chose to fight. What was wrong with him?

Afika's lions snap hyena necks and mark their territory with the wails and corpses of invaders.

You can understand this as Afika's version of cruelty, but this is just a method or even a habit, not the ruthlessness or inhumanity that your civilized world considers. "

As he spoke, Kaman looked at Igor, who was in a much better mood because of Jacques' arrival. He smiled and said: "Maybe it's because he has so many emotions, so when the people he wants to protect encounter problems, he Only then will he act particularly irritable.

Igor is like his father, they are both born kings! "

Charlene was stunned by Old Kaman's theory, and she said helplessly: "But this is a bit too cruel for a child...

Igor shouldn't be under such pressure! "

Old Kaman suddenly laughed a few times after hearing this...

"What you call pressure is only for sheep.

Lions don't feel stress, and neither do other predators..."

As he spoke, Old Carman looked at the handsome Jacques, smiled and shook his head and said: "Madam, if you keep thinking like this, if Jacques stays with you for a long time, he might turn into a sheep!

Nature is cruel!

You are a sheep. Not only can you not protect the people you want to protect, you will also be eaten!

Kindness without violence is meaningless! "

Charlene didn’t quite adapt to Old Kaman’s prairie theory. She shook her head and said, “But if you allow Igor to unleash violence, it will bring a lot of trouble to the jackal.

What he needs to face in Odsa is very complicated. Should we not cause him any trouble at this time? "

Kaman was stunned for a moment, shook his head seriously and said: "No..."

Charlene said in surprise: "Why not?"

Kaman said with unprecedented seriousness: "Because it is the responsibility of adult lions to protect cubs!

Nothing is more important than ensuring Igor's growth!

What all of us need to do is not to stop Igor and make him think that he has done something wrong, but to support him, even if it costs some money..."

As he spoke, Kaman looked at Charlene who was choked and didn't speak. His expression softened and he said, "Madam, if our boss really encounters trouble that cannot be solved, he will call me!

Before the boss gave an order to stop Igor, everything he did was right, and the orders he issued would definitely be executed...

No one can stop him except the boss! "

Charlene looked at Carman's determined expression and sighed...

Then he turned in the direction of Jacques, watching Jacques put his hands on Igor's shoulders and play bull-butting with him, with a bright smile on his face...

The princess, whose experience was considered legendary, suddenly shook her head and laughed, saying: "That's right, we shouldn't stop them from doing the right thing...

If you deviate from the ‘right track’, no matter what you gain, you will have to pay the price in the end. "

Kaman nodded slightly, and when he was about to say something, Asma suddenly held up his mobile phone and said, "Mr. Qiao Liang is back, and there are people from Iran with him..."

Charlene was stunned for a moment and said curiously: "What are the Iranians doing here?"

……………………

“Of course I’m going to show my support!”

Qiao Jia put his arm around Nice's shoulders, sat beside the rooftop swimming pool of the Sisi Hotel, and said with a smile: "Fathers always have to wipe their son's butt..."