Libya, Sirte.

A port city located in the Port of Sidra in northern Libya, the capital of the Surtic Region, is an emerging coastal city. It is 600 kilometers away from Tripoli, Libya, with a population of about 10,000. It is the military center of the Gaddafi regime and the hometown of Gaddafi.

If anyone who supports the Gaddafi regime the most is undoubtedly his hometown Sirte. Because Gaddafi was born here, Sirte was particularly favored. Regardless, Gaddafi attended the grand ceremony of Sirte's anniversary celebration. This is a treatment that other cities cannot enjoy, because it is Gaddafi's hometown and its base.

At the beginning of the celebration, Gaddafi had to give a speech in front of the city hall gate, which was directly exposed to the public.

The speech was delivered at 10 o'clock in the morning, and the army entered the clearance at 6 o'clock to ensure the safety of the president during his speech.

Never doubt Gaddafi's security and defense force. A city with 10,000 people has poured into an army of 30,000 people!

On the highest floor of a hotel far from the municipal hall, Little Pomegranate was lazily lying on the sofa with a glass of red wine to bathe in the morning sun in Libya. He was not wearing clothes, but just covered a blanket while walking, and a stunning exotic girl was crawling on the blanket.

The girl was not wearing any clothes. Judging from her lazy appearance, she didn't have much trouble with the little pomegranate last night.

"I am an illegitimate child. I have a girlfriend who wants to marry her home." Little Pomegranate shook the red wine, stretched out his free hand and raised the girl's delicate chin and smiled: "It's a pity that my girlfriend is a stage worker, the same profession as you."

Little pomegranate spoke Mandarin, and the exotic girl couldn't understand what he was saying, but just showed a charming smile.

"Haha, are you smiling? You're smiling very well, but unfortunately you're not as good as my former girlfriend, because her smile only blooms to me, because she's different from you." Little pomegranate gently stroked the girl's cheek, glanced at the crowded city hall square, and sighed: "Maybe you have unknown stories, maybe you're also for the children of the school... Do you know, too many people only see the dirty body, but not the purity of the soul. Everyone laughed at me, Dragon Nest Martyrs, even the warriors found a girlfriend as a platform, and didn't ask whether they were right or wrong at all. Do you know how I did? What I did is that I want to marry my girlfriend, and I want to fight everyone because of their dog eyes!"

As he spoke, Xiao Pomegranate's emotions became excited, and his hands, wearing a red wine glass, shaking violently, almost spilling the red wine out.

Seeing that Xiao Pomegranate's face changed, the girl showed a panic expression, immediately lowered her head and used her mouth to find the strengths of the man under her. She thought that her service made the other party dissatisfied, and she thought she had offended the other party.

"No, no, no, you don't have to do this." Little Pomegranate calmed down, touched the girl's cheek with a smile, and laughed in Mandarin that the other party couldn't understand: "I'm just angry myself, it has nothing to do with you, haha."

Seeing that Xiao Pomegranate's face relaxed, the girl also relaxed. She stretched out her slender hands, gently stroked the scars on Xiao Pomegranate's upper body, and gently twisted her body to tempt.

"Do you know, I went to find her." Xiao Polite pondered: "But I didn't show up in front of her, because she was very happy, at least many times more happy than before. The most important thing is that I saw her smiling at her current husband. The kind of smile is far more free, brighter, more satisfied, and happier than when facing me... I lost her, but I did not forget her; she left me, she forgot me... I have to forget, if she still remembers me, she will remember the shame of the past. Do you also have someone who loves you? Do you also have someone you love? Do you also struggle in the whirlpool? Work hard? Despair? Yes! You will definitely! You will definitely! So you understand my mood right? Yes, you will definitely understand! Okay, since you can understand, then take the money to find a good man to marry, as long as he can make you forget your current experience!"

After saying that, the little pomegranate got up and took out a stack of money to throw it to the girl.

After getting the money, the girl showed an expression of surprise on her face. Because the little pomegranate gave too much, it was so much that she couldn't believe it.

The girl holding the money stood there blankly, tears flashing in her eyes. She gently hugged Xiao Pozu, gently touched the other person's left and right cheeks, and said what Xiao Pozu could understand: Thank you, you are a good person.

Little pomegranate's eyes were full of smiles, and he waved to the girl and signaled her to leave.

The girl left, Little Pomegranate turned on the speaker, turned the sound to the maximum, and played Beethoven's Symphony of Destiny.

The brilliant quick-pitched c minor, the horn-like variation of the male rough horn, the heroic hero of brass instruments, the thrilling desire of cello and bass, the whirlwind dance theme, the inspiring fugue segment, the ranks of struggle with fate, the inspiring darkness and light...

The little pomegranate was dancing, using the man's limbs to dance wildly. The rpg bazooka in his hand was his prop, and the red wine siped after sip was the source of his excitement.

When the will of heroes defeats fatalism, when light defeats darkness, when strangling the throat of fate, making it unable to completely surrender, when the inspiring music gradually becomes strong, as vast as the long river, and magnificent as a long river, opening the last chapter of the struggle for fate, the little pomegranate carries the bazooka and roars almost crazy.

"Let fate burn, let darkness reappear! How can there be light without darkness! How can I be reborn without darkness! I am light, I am the light, I am the God of Light who reverses the roulette of fate! Come on, fate, I challenge you and challenge you endlessly! You are not the master, because I am your master!!!"

"Swoosh!"

Amid the roar, the rocket broke out, crossed an extremely graceful curve, and rushed towards Gaddafi who was giving a speech.

"boom!"

A huge flame rose in front of the city hall, and Gaddafi, wearing sunglasses and military uniform, was shattered in the flames.

"God of Light, break your destiny and stand on top of its head!!!"

The symphony of Beethoven's fate came to an abrupt end, and the little pomegranate stopped roaring and dancing in an instant.
Chapter completed!