Libya, Tripoli.

Libya is a North African country. It is located on the southern coast of the Mediterranean Sea, adjacent to Egypt, Sudan, Chad, Niger, Algeria and Tunisia. Except for the coastal areas and southern mountainous areas, most of the country is desert. Libya has an important strategic location and is an oil-producing country.

The country once made it an important trading partner of European countries. However, due to the many conflicts between the Gaddafi regime and the West, it was politically excluded by Western countries.

Due to the wide gap between rich and poor in Libya, civilian demonstrations evolved into struggles between different political factions in the country. The domestic opposition was supported by NATO and carried out various activities continuously. Secondly, coupled with Gaddafi's dictatorship,

There are many conflicts with the United States, resulting in Libya being subject to economic sanctions from Western countries from time to time.

On this basis, Gaddafi will carry out his dictatorship to the end, trying his best to suppress the rising voices of the opposition. In this case, Gaddafi must find a political support point that allows the people to have confidence in him. This

The supporting point is to restrict the force of Western countries.

Only with this kind of force can his dictatorship continue, otherwise the people's backlash under pressure will become greater and greater, which he cannot bear. Therefore, he must seek weapons of mass destruction, even just an intercontinental missile.

pose a threat to Western countries.

Upon his return, Zhao Ziyang was immediately summoned by Gaddafi and entered Gaddafi's luxurious presidential palace.

Gaddafi's mansion is far more luxurious than Yahya's. In comparison, Yahya's house can be called a small villa. There is no way, the Libya ruled by Gaddafi has a lot of money, they have oil,

There is natural gas, these things are more precious than gold now.

"Hello, Mr. Special Forces!" Gaddafi, wearing sunglasses and an arrogant face, stood up and greeted Zhao Ziyang.

His voice is steady and resonant, full of irresistibility, and his arrogant and arrogant expression makes anyone feel the strong self-confidence coming from his body.

Rumor has it that Gaddafi is a tiger who dares to confront the United States. His iron-blooded tactics and dictatorial rule have made him famous. This is a tough guy who will never give in. You can see it just from his appearance: broad

Forehead, strong nose, strong chin, strong body and serious eyebrows.

Gaddafi is a controversial figure, and the world's evaluation of him is mixed. In the eyes of some people, he is the "great savior", "national hero", "revolutionary leader" and "Middle East strongman";

In the eyes of others, he is a "madman", a "madman", a "terrorist supporter", and a "tyrant". As time goes by, history will give Gaddafi its final evaluation. But no matter what his

Both supporters and opponents have to admit the fact that Gaddafi led this country of about six million people out of poverty.

This is a madman, a real man.

"Hello, President Gaddafi." Zhao Ziyang greeted Gaddafi's extended right hand and shook it with him.

Gaddafi's palms are broad and strong, and you can clearly feel the calluses worn by guns in his palms.

"Well." Gaddafi motioned Zhao Ziyang to sit down with a serious look, and said directly to Zhao Ziyang: "You have handled the civil strife in The Gambia very well, and let me see your lurker capabilities again. I am very pleased that you can work in the dark

I congratulate you for taking the Lurker to strength in Eagle's absence."

Gaddafi has always been unsmiling, and seriousness is the expression he maintains the longest. But these two sentences are his sincere expressions of congratulations. With Gaddafi's character and temper, there is no reason to say such things to a mercenary leader.

On the stage, yes, it is, no, it is not. He will not be polite to others, even if the United States does not look down upon him.

"Thank you Mr. President for helping us..."

"No!" Gaddafi interrupted Zhao Ziyang's words with a wave of his hand, and said in a loud voice: "I'm not helping you, I'm just helping myself. This is a sale between us, a transaction, lurker

I only help Black Hawk here, he is my friend."

This sentence made it very clear that he did not regard Zhao Ziyang as a friend. The relationship between them was a naked transaction.

However, not only did Zhao Ziyang not feel uncomfortable listening to it, but he also found it pleasant. He is a man, and Gaddafi is also a man. There is no need for men to talk too much in roundabout ways.

"In return, we will help you with some tasks, but weapons of mass destruction may be a bit difficult." Zhao Ziyang tapped the armrest of the sofa with his fingers, stared at Gaddafi and said in a deep voice: "You should know, let us

Helping you obtain weapons of mass destruction will undoubtedly drive us lurkers to death. It is difficult for a poor Libyan country to do it, so how can we do it easily?"

"Hahaha..." Gaddafi suddenly laughed, and the drooping corners of his eyes made the light in his eyes more concentrated.

"Yes, I seem to have given you a difficult problem." Gaddafi raised one hand, leaned forward from his waist sitting on the sofa, rested his left hand on his knee, and then retracted his right hand in a cross-like shape, making him habitually

The oppressive atmosphere is revealed.

"It's a big problem!" Zhao Ziyang stretched out a finger and relaxed his whole body on the sofa. He used this method to relieve Gaddafi's mental oppression. He chuckled and said to Gaddafi: "I can help you.

To deal with the opposition, I can help you deal with the US government, but you can't get me to agree to this without giving me an equal exchange."

After hearing these tough words, Gaddafi did not speak. He stretched his body and leaned on the sofa. He glanced back and forth at Zhao Ziyang a few times, with a bloodthirsty look on his lips.

"Are you negotiating terms with me?" Gaddafi's face darkened, and he stared into Zhao Ziyang's eyes and said in a deep voice: "In Libya, I can make you die cleanly in an instant."

This is a threat, an absolute threat.

"Hahaha..." Zhao Ziyang laughed arrogantly after hearing this threat. He looked at Gaddafi's threatening cheek with disdain, his eyes suddenly burst out with a beast-like light, and said slowly: "You have to

I believe that as long as one of the lurkers is still alive, Gaddafi’s head does not belong to him.”

As soon as the words came out, the atmosphere suddenly became depressed. The two people stared at each other, like two ferocious beasts about to spread their fangs and bite.

"Tap-tat-tat..." A clear sound of heels tapping on the ground came, breaking the oppressive atmosphere.

Gaddafi never had guards when he talked in his own place. This was part of his tough-guy side and his self-confidence. But he had a group of extremely tough female bodyguards who would kill him as soon as he left the presidential palace.

Protect it firmly.

Gaddafi's female bodyguards are as famous as his madman title, adding another nickname to him and becoming a dictatorial and promiscuous president in the minds of others. He did not give any explanation at all for these rumors and let others talk.

This lack of explanation has led to various speculations from the outside world, and there is a strong sense of mystery about Gaddafi's beautiful female bodyguards.

Hearing the sound of high heels, Gaddafi's expression relaxed, and the strong aura rising from his body dissipated as his expression relaxed.

"Haha..." A smile broke out on Gaddafi's face, and he said to Zhao Ziyang, who also relaxed, "My wife, haha."

Zhao Ziyang nodded and smiled.

"I've heard of Madam, she's an amazing woman." Zhao Ziyang praised her sincerely.

Gaddafi's wife, Safit, was Gaddafi's second wife. Their union was once talked about and can definitely be regarded as a legend.

In June 1970, when Gaddafi announced that he would take back Wheelers Air Force Base in the United States, the CIA sent assassins to assassinate Gaddafi six times in a row, but all ended in failure. On September 1 of that year, the first anniversary of the founding of Libya was celebrated.

At the celebration, they prepared to assassinate Gaddafi for the seventh time.

After the celebration started, Gaddafi was parading on the reviewing stand. Suddenly, a beautiful female nurse who was serving as first aid during the military parade quietly squeezed next to Colonel Gaddafi. She was almost next to the colonel, and then suddenly pulled out a pistol

, raised her hand and aimed at the colonel's head. Just when she was about to pull the trigger, Colonel Gaddafi happened to turn his head and saw her.

Gaddafi didn't seem to have thought that this beautiful and charming nurse was here to assassinate him, and the nurse seemed to have forgotten her mission at all, and her hand slowly dropped. They came to a room and followed him

Soldiers blocked the door. Gaddafi handed the pistol back to her and asked softly: "Can you tell me your name?" "Shafit."

A week later, several politicians who bribed Shafit were arrested and brought to justice. On the wedding night of Gaddafi and Shafit, the blood of those politicians was sprinkled in the execution ground. After their marriage, Gaddafi and Shafit fell in love and went hand in hand.

They were like glue. Shafit was both his loyal wife and his loyal bodyguard. Soon, she helped her husband train an army of women who were all tall and strong and proficient in marksmanship to serve as Colonel Gaddafi's bodyguards.

Gaddafi likes to take these female bodyguards with him wherever he goes, and they have almost become a scenery and signature around Gaddafi.

After entering, Shafit, who looked very rich, first showed a kind smile to Zhao Ziyang, then sat next to Gaddafi and took her husband's palm in his own.

"How are the children?" Gaddafi asked Shafiya softly, and gently adjusted his wife's hijab.

"The children are all well, I always want to see you, but you are too busy." Shafit said softly to Gaddafi, looking at Gaddafi with eyes full of smiles, so gentle and enviable.

"Take some time." Gaddafi gently patted the back of Shafit's hand, turned to Zhao Ziyang and said, "That's it for today, you can go back."

This is an eviction order given in a commanding tone. Gaddafi keeps his work and life very separate. When his wife comes here, he will not continue to be busy with official duties, but will accompany her.

"Haha, okay." Zhao Ziyang stood up and smiled at Gaddafi and his wife, turned around and was about to exit first.

"Wait." Shafit called out to Zhao Ziyang.

Gaddafi on the side looked puzzled. He didn't know why his wife stopped Zhao Ziyang.

"Oh? Madam, what can I do for you?" Zhao Ziyang turned around.

Shafit looked at Zhao Ziyang with a smile on his face and looked at him for a while before nodding with satisfaction.

"Please help me with my husband's affairs. If you have any difficulties, just ask and we will try our best to satisfy you."

Zhao Ziyang was stunned for a moment when he heard this sentence. He never imagined that Shafitt would say this to him. This sentence would really be nothing to another person, but this sentence came from Shafitt's mouth.

Yes, who is Shafit? Shafit is Gaddafi’s most trusted person, and his female bodyguards were trained by Shafit.

Gaddafi on the side did not speak, but looked at Zhao Ziyang with a smile. He acquiesced to what his wife said.

"Don't think too much, I just see that you are Chinese. The founding leader of your country is my and my husband's idol, and we are very friendly to China." Shafit explained.

But this explanation made Zhao Ziyang even more puzzled, so he had to say thank you and say goodbye. He knew in his heart that Shafit was just casually finding a reason. Whether he was Chinese or not had nothing to do with Gaddafi and his wife. He was not a Chinese soldier, but just a hired man.

Just soldiers.

But I still can’t figure it out. Zhao Ziyang has other things to do. Now he also has to take care of The Gambia, and he has to be ready to fight with EO at any time. There are many clues and things are very messy. But as long as Gaddafi’s attitude towards him changes, everything will be fine.
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