Long Zhan saw these familiar soldiers and felt relieved, but now he was lying on the ground.
"Get down quickly." Seeing that Ahmed was still lying down, the American soldier continued to yell.
"Get down, get down, get down." They made Ahmed lie down and turned his hands back to hold him.
Then he also buckled Long Zhan.
"I am an American." Long Zhan said loudly. Because if you don’t look carefully, he does look like an Afghan.
They took away Long Zhan's turban and face mask and took a closer look. They found that he was indeed an American, but they hadn't figured out the specific situation yet.
"I have your man, he is on the cart." Ahmed said quickly beside him.
"Check the cart." When the soldier who captured them heard that someone was also on the cart, he immediately sent someone to check the cart.
One of the soldiers walked up to the cart with a gun. When he lifted the carpet, he saw John's confused eyes.
"It's Sergeant Major John Kinley." The little soldier said in surprise after seeing it.
Fortunately he knew John.
"Hey, it's John Kinley, come on, we need medics."
This timely rain from the U.S. military came at a really good time.
The US military immediately sent a helicopter to take Sergeant Major John back to the airport headquarters.
Long Zhan was also picked up together and rested for a week.
Long Zhan's injuries are almost healed. He also won the love of the US military and made great contributions to the United States and the Titan Company.
Of course, Long Zhan's mission is definitely not just to help find the explosives factory, he also needs to continue his arms business.
But he also needs local people to provide relevant materials and information.
And Ahmed was his only choice.
It’s just that Long Zhan needs to find Ahmed again.
At this time, Ahmed had given up resistance to the Taliban because he was weak.
He could only continue his old profession, repairing cars.
Long Zhan took a liking to Ahmed as a local and his qualities, and heard that his younger brother Ali was also a merchant.
So I found him, wanted to cooperate with him, and negotiated an agreement with him. He would secretly protect Ahmed's safety and give him a green card six months later.
Escort their family to live in the United States.
Ahmed has no better place to be.
Sergeant John also remained unconscious.
So he agreed to Long Zhan, and while repairing the car, he asked Long Zhan for some news about the Taliban.
Ahmed also helped Long Zhan make a good profit by providing some information.
And Sergeant John, because the time was too long, his body was too weak.
He has been receiving treatment in the hospital.
"Mr. Kyle, please dial 118."
"We're going home."
The doctor opened Sergeant John's eyes for examination.
John was lying on the bed, feeling a little delirious all the time.
I could only vaguely feel the voice coming from above in my mind: "Welcome home, Mr. Kinley."
"I'll call the doctor for you." John tried to open his eyes and saw a nurse, who said to him.
The doctor treated him for more than two months.
Only then could John get up and live.
After John almost recovered, he, his wife, and son came to Santa Clarita, Los Angeles, California, for barbecue recreation.
The scenery here is very beautiful, with orange fruit trees planted next to it.
John grilled the meat himself and prepared it for his family and friends.
My wife is also busy.
This was the first time in a long time that they had such a relaxing gathering with their family.
At this time, Declan, who had always looked serious, came over to chat with John:
"I heard they're going to award you a medal, the Contact Service Cross."
"Put it away, little guys, we'll have dinner in five minutes, okay." John's wife said to the little kids who were playing.
"You did crawl over a place full of broken glass with your bare hands and feet." Declan said to John who was sitting on the sofa.
"Even if it's true, I don't remember it at all." John had no impression of what Declan said to himself.
When John said these words, his wife standing aside heard him.
There was a complicated expression on the wife's face. I feel bad, after all, the husband I admire so much is now in a state of amnesia.
"You still can't remember anything?" Declan confirmed again in the face of the confusion on John's face.
"I just remember waking up in the hospital. So why they gave me the medal, I have no idea, I thought I should give it to him. As far as I know, I was just a passenger."
"I think it's not the medal he wants, but the visa," Declan reminded.
"What happened to the visa?" John still didn't understand.
"Even if we can get a visa, we still have to find him first." Declan said to him without answering directly.
"Find him?" John's wife heard this later and asked again.
"Where has he gone?" John looked at his wife behind him, not knowing that his wife was eavesdropping from behind. He asked again.
"After his excursion in Afghanistan, Ahmed was regarded as a folk hero by the local people. Except, of course, the Taliban, who, let's just say, were unhappy that he dragged you 100 miles.
Passed through their territory, but failed to capture you. Your deeds have caused a commotion among the people. "Declan told John everything he knew.
When John heard this, he frowned a little and continued to listen to Declan carefully, and then asked: "What kind of commotion is it."
It seems that John's memory has really been completely cut off.
"He was on their top ten wanted list. At the same time, Gibran was assisting him. They wanted to arrest him, but they didn't dare because Gibran was an American.
Now the Taliban puts all the blame on Ahmed, and he will now receive a huge reward as long as he is caught. So he took his family and disappeared. "
John looked at his wife, then at his son and daughter.
A little thought.
Just as he was about to speak, he was interrupted by Declan in unison.
"Before you ask, I contacted his drug dealer brother and I have a feeling he knows where he is. But he won't tell us unless we get Ahmed a visa."
After listening to Declan's words, John couldn't calm down for a long time.
All I could think about was finding Ahmed.
Thus began his crazy search.
On the first day, John started calling the customs: "Hello, hello, I want to consult about applying for a visa, Ahmed, Ahmed Abdullah."
"How do you spell it, sir?" asked a female customs officer opposite.
"abd" John began to tell the other party patiently.
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"I know, ma'am, I." John kept explaining to the other party.
The next day, John called again.
"Has his visa been approved? Mr. Abdullah is planning to get a visa." The other person, a male customs officer, replied.
"Your friend needs to fill out the 360 form." the other party replied.
"I couldn't reach him by phone. The family was forced to hide," John explained.
But I was always rejected for some strange reasons, and there was still no result.
(End of chapter)
