Chapter 182 Crazy Rat

An Feng did not rush to answer the soldiers' words. He glanced at the bet on the table, took out his wallet slowly, counted out a thousand dollars and threw it on the table. When the soldiers saw this action, they all lowered their heads and secretly looked at the cards in their hands... Then, some people decided to follow, and some people decided to give up, but the gambler soldier decided to follow the whole thing. After he added the bet, An Feng added the bet again. The gambler soldier fiercely made up the difference, surpassing An Feng again by one thousand dollars, and said calmly: "Doctor Conden, I remember your wallet is empty. Ahhh, of course, your doctor's salary is very high. If you are willing to place an IOU, I admit your debt."

An Feng took off the pen on his body as usual and threw the pen directly on the table: "This pen is worth 43,000 US dollars, it is an excellent prize I won one time. Now I bet on it, and I will use 40,000 US dollars to redeem this pen."

Forty thousand dollars per pen?

The soldiers came to Iraq to fight and die, witnessed casualties of comrades every day, and survived in the rain of bullets every day. The salary of a day was only US$700.40,000, which means they need to spend two months on the battlefield...

This doctor is rich. Americans have no such thing as "big money", but the soldiers have already regarded An Feng as piles of active banknotes. Several soldiers looked at novelty and picked up fountain pens to watch each other, admired and envied. The gambler soldier's eyes rolled and stared at the topic just now: "Doctor, have you often played cards in the past?"

An Feng's eyes suddenly raised from above the gold-rimmed glasses frame, staring at a gambler beside the gambler soldier, and whispered: "Don't move, don't move... I am a neurosurgeon, and can see the finest nerves clearly. It is my profession to perform surgery on nerve fibers. Never test my vision."

As soon as he said this, the gambler soldier and his companions knew it. The other soldiers looked at the gambler soldier with suspicious eyes, while the soldier who was warned by An Feng hugged the cards in his hand awkwardly and explained in embarrassment: "I just want to take a look at the cards and confirm whether I need to add bets."

The gambler soldier made a secret move, and found a sneer on his lips at the corner of his eyes. The warned soldier immediately threw a stack of money and said loudly, "I have decided, I want to add the bet."

Just now, the soldier was about to quietly pass a card to the gambler soldier. The card he was about to throw was hidden in his sleeve. He was about to pretend to slap the gambler soldier on the shoulder, and said a few words of teasing, and quietly passed the card over. But as soon as he raised his hand, An Feng's warning came. In order to cover it up, he quickly held his card tightly. At this time, if he checked the card in his hand, he would find that one was missing. If he checked his cuffs, he would find that the card was in the sleeve.

But in this way, the gambling game will be invalid. Of course, the gambler soldiers will be beaten up, but An Feng will not get anything - what is unproductive, why should An Feng do? As for other soldiers who will lose money, An Feng will care about them to die?

Even though they knew that this was a game, they cheated An Feng out of money, but they were all like taking advantage of the troubled waters and taking some of them. Then don’t blame An Feng for squeezing them.

At this time, everyone was passing An Feng's pen in their hands, only An Feng and the gambler soldiers were holding cards in their hands. An Feng looked at the gambler soldiers with his eyes and asked calmly: "Do you want to add bets?"

This is a bit aggressive. As a veteran on the battlefield, the gambler suddenly felt a little creepy. He felt the danger, but he didn't know where the danger came from?

Is this doctor with gold-rimmed glasses dangerous? Don't joke, I can knock down one with one hand, no, 4 Dr. Condon.

The gambler soldier took the pen worth 40,000 US dollars passed by the soldiers, unscrewed the cap, found a sticky note, wrote a 40,000 US dollars IOU, and threw it gently on the tablecloth. It felt dangerous. But the people around him were still the fools around him. He had already won all the fools and won for three weeks.

The simple tablecloth is full of cash, this is the second game of cards, the second game.

There are now thousands of cash bets on the table, three IOUs of $40,000, and two watches.

The gambler soldier stuffed a pen cap and put the pen on his chest without hesitation, and then shiny his cards with three Qs and one-on-six... Originally, the partner next to him would stuff a Q, so the card would be safer. But this is enough to win the opponent.

An Feng made a look that he had just remembered and asked, "What did you ask me just now? Oh, I remember, I played cards before, which was a long time ago, probably when I was in my first year of college. Later, unfortunately, casinos around the world prohibited me from sitting at the gambling table again. Since then, few people are willing to play cards with me. Unexpectedly, you guys are so simple that they actually invited me to participate in the gambling game. I am lucky to be able to touch the playing cards again. You can imagine my excitement, ah, tears streaming down."

After An Feng said that, he threw the card in his hand - four A and one single card.

Everyone was stunned. This was the second one. How could he be so lucky? Is this really lucky?

An Feng took out his pen from the soldier without hesitation and inserted it into his pocket. He carried the four corners of the tablecloth, tied the knots into a package, and then stood up with the package calmly, looked around at the soldiers' gray face, muttering in a low voice: "I just said it, I said it won't take too long. Look, I'm right."

An Feng took two steps, paused for a moment, pointed to the package and asked: "I took it away, don't you need to fight, right? Isn't it necessary? Really no? Thank you, thank you for your money, please allow me to say goodbye.

He bowed lightly, and this time An Feng strolled forward without any nostalgia. Under the shade of the tree, a group of soldiers sat foolishly with their mouths open, but they could not make any sound in their throats. After a while, the soldiers participating in the gambling game stood up and rushed towards the gambler soldiers, punching and kicking them down.

They have no evidence of the other party cheating, but they believe that the gambler soldiers have cheated in past bets.

The overall layout of this "dream paradise" is modeled on the design of the Twelve Star Palace. The Twelve Prime Minister's level residences surrounded the huge towering Saddam Palace. Now that Saddam Palace has been restored and is regarded as an officer's club. The palace is built very majestic and extraordinary, and the remaining Prime Minister's residence now lives in the base commander, senior intelligence officer, and two other doctors... Of course, An Feng and Kevin are added.

The military barracks logistics system can only provide guests with basic living facilities: a camp bed, an office desk, plus a refrigerator and air conditioner. If the guests need more equipment, soldiers need to pay for the purchase themselves... Now An Feng has the support of the military officer, and when he walks back to the "dormitory", all facilities have been arranged.

The Prime Minister's residence is very large. Dr. Kevin has occupied a cough room in it. When An Feng came, he had closed the door and went to bed... Oh, and there were also ambiguous sounds in his room.

Argyle is not in the room now, but there is a room in the Prime Minister's residence with the door closed. He called Argyle, but he couldn't tell who it was inside, just said it was a woman... Well, you can guess that it was Juliana inside. It is said that she had just gotten off night shift and was sleeping inside.

An Feng slept for almost ten hours. He was in good spirits now. While he was quiet everywhere, he leisurely walked around the official residence.

This is a two-story building of about 1,200 square meters. There is a large conference room on the second floor, which is convenient for the owner to meet guests. Next to it is a master bedroom, several children's rooms, a game room, bathroom, etc., while the first floor is a dining room kitchen and study room.

Kevin chose a children's room. The room was not big, but his luggage was simple, and the camp bed and refrigerator were not enough to fill the room. As for Juliana's room... An Feng thought about it and chose the gym next to Kevin. This gym is about fifty square meters. In addition to being able to put down a large bed, a refrigerator and a computer desk, a basketball circle is also inlaid on the wall. Although the basketball circle is half old and not new, it is very sturdy and can be used as a hanging ring to exercise.

Put your luggage down, An Feng went down to the first floor. The quarantine officer rushed over to test the phone and the Internet. After the trial, he said attentively to the rumored rich doctor: "Doctor Condon, I have installed four phones for you, one in the restaurant downstairs. There is one in each room of Dr. Kevin. In addition, the female nurse Juliana moved in yesterday and had obtained Dr. Kevin's permission, so there is also a phone in her room... What do you think is missing?"

An Feng immediately asked the other party: "I brought a bodyguard. I ate and lived in the clinic last week, so... where is my bodyguard arranged?"

The quarantine officer immediately smiled: "Oh, we all know him, he must be in the officer cafeteria now, haha, your bodyguard has a good skill in frying steaks. He is now our kitchen helper, busy frying steaks in the kitchen.

An Feng laughed and said, "I'm afraid I've eaten a lot of steaks by the way."

The quartermaster teased the doctor: "It's okay, he won't praise the Pentagon."

An Feng used the room phone to dial the officer canteen, informed Argyle to come to the No. 7 official residence, and then sent away the respected quarantine officer, and patrolled several broken prime minister's residences with his hands behind his back... Oh, Saddam was really luxurious. The window frames of the official residence were made of precious wood, and the window frames of the official residence were pink. An Feng went up and touched them. The wood was delicate and smooth, and it felt like it was waxed - was it hibiscus wood?

This "hibiscus wood" is the usual saying. It does not refer to the wood of the hibiscus tree, but refers to the color of the wood as pink as hibiscus. In fact, it is a kind of Malaysian red sandalwood, which is also a rare tree species in the world. It is expensive and expensive.

What a good thing. The entire window frame of the official residence was carved from wood as thick as a train sleeper, which made An Feng feel distressed... He walked around the official residence and found that several window frames had been pried away, and the rest were only a few window frames.

So what's the point?

It was not appropriate to make a big noise in the military camp, and the sound was too loud. An Feng found an electric drill and hammer chisel.

The cement used in the official residence is very strong, and it seems that it is mixed with very little sand. An Feng tried his best to pry off a window frame. Looking at the remaining two window frames, he was a little worried but not strong enough.

When Argyle found him, he saw An Feng's face full of dust, twisting the electric drill in his hand and breathing. He threw a few drill bits at his feet. There was only a black hole in the window, and the wood in the window frame stood at An Feng's feet.

Argyle was surprised and despised: "You plunder this too?"

"Where do you know? You can divide such thick wood and make a few recliners. Each recliner can be sold for at least hundreds of thousands of yuan. If you don't do it well, it's possible to accidentally sell a million yuan. In this way, my brother will have the money for vacation this year."

Argyle despised him even more. He stared at the bull's eyes and asked: "You are still short of money. How much is it enough to earn?

An Feng dropped the electric drill and sighed: "I can't communicate with a fool."

Happy to carry the pried window frame, An Feng followed Argyle back to the dormitory. Along the way, Argyle, who was tall and powerful, reached out to help An Feng. The hibiscus wood is very heavy, and the window frame weighs more than 100 kilograms.

In the next few days, An Feng drooled around the remaining official residence. By Thursday, he finally knocked down the base commander with sugar-coated shells. The commander allowed him to do some small blasts, but asked him to absolutely control the amount of ammunition.

With the commander's permission, An Feng immediately showed the commander a precise directional blasting technique. The gunpowder he weighed was accurate to milligrams. After several explosion eyes were punched on the window, one blasting was made. The cement wrapped in the window frame was completely complete and square. This work was convenient for logistics officers to repair. As long as they measured the size and replaced it with new plastic steel doors and window frames, they could restore the shape of the Prime Minister's residence to the room.

Therefore, this blasting operation was named "Military Force Operation" by the commander, with the purpose of repairing the broken official residence. The military logistics officer praised An Feng's behavior. He felt that An Feng collected a large number of window frames, and the mailing fee for this heavy wood was enough to buy a table and stool. He did not need to spend a lot of money to dismantle the remaining window frames. As long as the new window frames were installed, these official residences could be put into use.

Well, An Feng's precise explosion and his behavior of not even letting go of the garbage window frames completely made him famous. The entire base knew that the new Dr. Condon was a crazy mouse, a desperate playboy. He was fine when he got off work, so he knew that he hugged the Georgian female nurse and played around with explosions...

However, most people did not know that the base commander allowed An Feng to do something wrong in exchange for the situation. The patrol team of the 3rd Armored Cavalry Regiment, which tracked the gold of the party dues, has not been rescued yet. The rescue personnel dispatched by the Blackwater Security Company were ambushed by landmines and rocket sniping. At present, the patrol team has lost contact. At the same time, the two original doctors in the medical center have expired. They took the nearest transport plane without hesitation and left Fallujah.

At noon on the weekend, An Feng had already dismantled all the disassembled window frames of the base. Finally, the base commander who could not bear it came to urge An Feng. Because of the two of them having exchanged sugar-coated shells before, the commander liked to date the rich doctor, but this time he had to put down his face: "Konden, you know, our battalion is responsible for the security of the entire Anbar Province, but we actually only have two companies. There are still many cities in Anbar Province...

I just received a report that the last satellite positioning signal of the squad had disappeared, and our rescue team was about to set off. I don’t want to force you to follow the team. I have no right to force you, but you promised me before... I asked Kevin, and he said that your military quality is stronger, and he doesn’t want to leave the barracks for the time being.

Condon, we do need a doctor to go to that mountain area with the team. I won’t force you, you can make your own decisions.”

Juliana shook her body and prepared to say a few words. These days are her happiest days. She knows the dangers of the battlefield, she knows the dangers of the mountains, and she doesn't want to leave An Feng. But An Feng gently pressed her lips, stopping what she wanted to say, and responded lazily: "Okay, okay, we have an agreement, I respect the agreement, but I ask to bring the bodyguards with me."

The commander was stopped by lightning, and he immediately asked: "I want to send a platoon soldier. Do you think it's not enough for a platoon to protect you? This is going to the battlefield, Doctor Condon, please don't be so slutty."

An Feng nodded heavily, and he announced rather than asking for other people's consent: "I have some personal belongings to bring, and I need a bodyguard to accompany you."

The commander touched his head in pain: "Okay, you are a doctor, you can do whatever you want."

Thirty minutes later, a platoon of soldiers brought five infantry vehicles and corresponding medical supplies to dispatch. The Fallujah Security Brigade arranged a battalion soldiers to accompany him, but they were basically a so-called so-called man, and they had to be wary of stabbing them in the back.

Argyle drove a car alone in the middle of the convoy, and he was excited and did not even take off the chef's apron. The back cabin of the car could have been in a soldier cabin of eight to ten people, but now only An Feng and two accompanying medical soldiers were sitting. The two soldiers had Red Crosses on their arms, and in an emergency they also acted as stretchers.

Over the convoy, the air patrol team kept in touch with the ground convoy from time to time, but because of concerns about the rockets suddenly jumping out of the ground, the helicopters flew higher and faster, so they could only shuttle back and forth over the convoy.

An Feng raised his feet in the back seat, closed his eyes and tasted his cigar, causing the entire soldier cabin to sway. The blue smoke occasionally emerged from the windows, making people suspect that the car was on fire...

The convoy traveled for a day and a night. At first, there were small villages and towns nearby, and later, the convoy was surrounded by vast Gobi Deserts.
Chapter completed!