At one o'clock noon, a large 747 passenger plane full of passengers soared from the runway of Capital International Airport and flew towards the southwest.

This is a flight affiliated to Air China. The destination of his flight is Pakistan. Zhou Ming is on this plane. He is going to make a short stop in Pakistan and then take another flight to the Middle East.

Zhou Ming sat near the window, and looked around with flat heads, because despite being on a plane, ** and his desert squad still firmly surrounded him in the middle, faithfully executing the order of protection, so as not to let Zhou Ming be at all at risk. Although Zhou Ming felt it was unnecessary, he did not want to hurt the kindness of these soldiers.

In the ground airport, Su Han looked at the huge 7 novel. The 47 passenger plane gradually disappeared from the sky, and her head kept rising high, as if Zhou Ming's plane had been hanging in the sky without leaving.

Du Peng next to him couldn't stand it anymore: "I said Xiaohan, since you care so much about him, why don't you go to the Middle East with him? With the protection of the desert team, I think there shouldn't be any problems."

Su Han shook his head gently and said, "He did not go to the Middle East to visit, and the war is about to break out in that area of ​​the Middle East. I even heard that it is a place that is extremely disrespectful and friendly to women, so I don't want him to be so difficult and I have to be distracted by me. I can only be his help, and I must never be his burden!"

"Oh! I have to say that Zhou Ming is really lucky. I can have Xiao Han, a woman who is wholeheartedly doing him." Du Peng sighed.

"Actually, I think it was him who saved me. I can know that if it weren't for him, my life might have been another completely opposite life, so even if I give him my whole life, I'm afraid it will be endless." Su Han said.

At the same time, in Jingyuan Pavilion in Zhongnanhai, Yang Dingguo and Du Zhongyuan were playing chess, and Lin Zekang walked in.

"Old Yang, Chairman Du, just ten minutes ago, the flight Zhou Ming was on had left the Capital Airport. According to the flight arrangement, his plane will arrive in Pakistan at around 7 o'clock tonight. After a short stay in Pakistan, he will take Gulf Airlines flights to Saudi Arabia. The ** desert team followed Zhou Ming to escort him." Lin Zekang reported to Yang Dingguo and Du Zhongyuan.

After listening to Lin Zekang's report, Yang Dingguo and Du Zhongyuan did not respond at the first time. Instead, after waiting for a while, Yang Dingguo looked up and asked, "Comrade Zhongyuan, do you have any ideas?"

"If he can succeed, this will definitely be very good news for us. It not only allows us to understand the reality of the Americans, but also create some trouble in their country. At the same time, our arms can also be exported to the Bay, which is a good thing to win three goals." Du Zhongyuan paused and continued, "If the only thing to worry about is whether he can convince those people in these few days."

Lin Zekang took Du Zhongyuan's words and said, "Yes, it's easy to provoke discord and then sit in the mountains to watch the tiger fight, but it's really harder to do it with just one mouth than climbing to the sky. At least I don't have the ability to do it."

Yang Dingguo smiled, and he picked up a chess piece and played with it in his hand and said, "But if he really has the ability to do it, then he will be regarded as chess pieces by us, the United States or Iraq! But more importantly, we chess pieces must do as he said. This is such an interesting little guy!"

Yang Dingguo's words were very joking, but in the ears of Du Zhongyuan and Lin Zekang, it undoubtedly looked like a sunny thunder: it is possible to treat a war as a chessboard and several major powers as chess pieces to play. What kind of heart and ability does this require?

But what shocked them even more was that they watched Zhou Ming grow up. When he first met him, he did not perform very well. Perhaps he had good psychological qualities and had a higher vision than ordinary people, but overall he was not a genius, but the problem was that he could overcome all the difficulties and reached this point until now.

"With such a person, the whole world will not be lonely. Perhaps he can fulfill his ideal that we cannot see, and he may even see the outside world." Yang Dingguo said.

...

In a villa in San Francisco, USA, Lin Muqing was washing vegetables in the kitchen. Although the dishes bought from the supermarket were carefully selected, Lin Muqing still had to put them in a basin and clean them over and over again. In a very fashionable saying in later generations, she was not washing vegetables but loneliness; after all, for her, he ran away a few days after seeing Zhou Ming. Although Lin Muqing supported him very much, she was still a little disappointed.

Suddenly, footsteps came from behind. Tang Ran ran in. Lin Muqing turned around and saw Tang Ran saying to her very happily: "Cousin Muqing, I received an email from China just now!"

This news immediately made the gloom on Lin Muqing's face disappear. She asked happily: "Did it send Su Han? What did she say? Is there any new news on Zhou Ming?"

Tang Ran nodded vigorously and said, "That's right, it's the news from Brother Ming. Sister Han said in the email that Brother Ming had just left Yanjing by plane and officially embarked on the way to the bay!"

Lin Muqing was very happy, but after hearing Tang Ran say this, she immediately put it down again, which made her immediately put down the food she was washing in her hand and followed Tang Ran to the study.

In the living room of the villa, Tang Ran's adoptive father Tang Jun was helpless. Looking at the luggage on the sofa beside him, he couldn't help but sigh in his heart that the girl was outgoing. He was obviously the one who was about to leave, and Tang Ran still recognized him as his father. But now when he was about to leave, she didn't find a way to make herself have enough food first, but instead cared about Zhou Ming very much.

Sometimes the caring little cotton jacket is not that caring anymore!

Tang Jun thought so helplessly in his heart, but his father was not really jealous of Zhou Ming. After all, seeing that Zhou Ming is so outstanding, he was also happy that his daughter could find happiness.

...

In White Mountain Manor in Brighton, Massachusetts, Christo, the patriarch of the Adams family, sat in his study. He looked at the white snow outside the house, and his heart was as dark as the sky above his head. Suddenly, his housekeeper came in and told him that something was wrong and his mood was worse.

He waved his hand to let the housekeeper out, then he picked up the phone on the table and dialed a number, and after the phone was answered, he said: "Carl, I think we should really end the meaningless quarrel in Congress as soon as possible!"

Facing Christo's words, Carl said in surprise: "I don't understand why you said this is a meaningless quarrel. Don't you know that what we are going to face next is an unprecedented high-tech war? The expenses of this war will be huge. If we don't trick Morgan and those fools from California on board the ship, we will have to pay tens of billions of dollars in military spending for this. Do you understand?"

"But we will also be the ultimate profiters, aren't we?" Christo stressed.

Carl was silent. After a while, he asked: "My friend Christo, don't tell me that the reason you are so anxious is still the Chinese man Zhou Ming."

"I'm sorry to tell you that it's because of this!" Christo said, "I just received the news that he had already returned to China by plane yesterday, just when the damn members of Congress opposed the sharing of military expenses. This was so unusual. I think he must have plans for us. If we don't start the war as soon as possible, unpredictable consequences will definitely occur, I'm sure!"

"I think you're thinking too much about friends," said Carl. "I think that Chinese guy might just be homesick? You know that East Asian cultural circles always have a special nostalgia for the land."

Christo said firmly: "This is impossible. My friend Carl, please believe me. We must start a war as soon as possible, otherwise there will be problems. I swear in the name of the Adams family, and this is definitely not a joke!"

Carl was silent again. He understood that it was very serious for Christo to swear in the name of the family, so he would definitely not be joking. So Carl thought for a while and said, "Well, my friend, you have already sweared, I had to promise you, just thinking about Morgan and the ugly faces of those guys in California, I would be so disgusted that I couldn't eat!"

After getting Carl's answer, Christo breathed a sigh of relief. He looked out the window, but was still nervous: I hope there is still time now!

However, neither Cristo nor Carl knew that at this moment, in a manor in Virginia, a man with the surname Morgan was holding a trip list about Zhou Ming in his hand. The corner of his mouth raised slightly and said with a smile: "This is really an interesting Chinese. He actually wants to go to Iraq to convince the war madman in person? This courage is admirable, but it depends on how you can do it!"

...

Zhou Ming didn't know that his every move had received so much attention, of course, even if he knew it, it wouldn't matter.

He was lying in his seat and sleeping heavily. After all, he flew from San Francisco to Yanjing for fifteen hours. After a brief gathering with Su Han, he flew to the Middle East again without stopping. It can be said that he had flew over half of the earth in two days, and his fatigue was indescribable.

After a six-hour flight to Pakistan, Zhou Ming got off the plane and moved for a while before boarding the flight to the Middle East again.

However, Zhou Ming didn't know that among all those who care about his itinerary, there was one person who could change his future, that is, US President Walsh.

When Zhou Ming boarded the flight to the Middle East, and in the White House, the US President's National Security Assistant Brent immediately sent Walsh a report: "We have locked up the flight of that Chinese, Zhou Ming. Do we need to take action, Mr. President?"

Walsh held the report in his hand and knocked on the table a few times and asked, "Are we really going to do this? Or do you think he's really likely to change the war?"

Brent smiled bitterly and shook his head and said, "I'm sorry, Mr. President, I'm afraid I can't answer your question, because you are the president and I'm just your assistant to security affairs."

"But you have the right to express your own opinions, right?" Walsh asked again.

Brent knew he couldn't escape, so he thought for a while and replied: "Well, Mr. President, I think since he can use Governor Edward to persuade other consortiums to put pressure on us on military expenditure, then he is so confident that he will definitely have other means to go to Iraq. Although I don't think he can really help Iraq win this war, we need to eliminate all the adverse factors that may affect the war."

After hearing Brent's answer, Walsh nodded, then he turned around and picked up the phone on the desk: "Click me the commander-in-chief of the Gulf Front, General Normandy, and I ordered him to dispatch the air force immediately to intercept a flight from Pakistan to Iraq, and the specific data will be sent to the front line immediately..."
Chapter completed!