Time Travel 04: I Fight the US in the Middle East

"Crack!" Azam shouted, "Brother, your confession is insincere! It's all empty talk and platitudes; this isn't genuine repentance!"

"Cut! Do you think you're the director?" Chris really wanted to curse, but... he held back.

He will regain his freedom once he finishes recording this message!

Azam walked over and patted him on the shoulder: "Brother, you say you repent, but what exactly are you repenting for? You've done a lot of bad things, but what exactly are they? You have to tell me one by one! Don't you understand? Then let's start by talking about the causes of the war!"

"Yes."

Chris took a deep breath, watched Azam turn the camera back on, and then spoke.

"Last year, Colin Powell claimed at the Security Council that Iraq possessed chemical weapons, but in the past year, we have never found any evidence of mass destruction. In fact, that test tube contained just laundry detergent... The real reason we started the war was for the oil here..."

Azam nodded in satisfaction. This guy's got it!

Seeing Azam's expression, Chris breathed a sigh of relief. It seemed that... his explanation had worked!

When you get back, just say you were forced by Death Juba! Words spoken under duress are obviously invalid!

Thinking of this, a smile appeared on his face.

"After overthrowing Saddam Hussein's regime, we transported a lot of wealth back to the United States. This wealth originally belonged to the Iraqi people. We were plundering their wealth, and we have wronged them..."

"Click!"

Why did you yell "cut" again? I've been cooperating with you!

"Dude, you're confessing! How can you laugh? Have you ever seen anyone confess with a smile?" Azam had transformed into a Hollywood director: "You have to show pain, regret..."

"Okay, I'll give it a try."

Facing the camera, Chris wore a melancholy expression: "Back then, to build the Green Zone, we demolished some civilian houses and evicted them..."

"Cut! Dude, that expression isn't right! Go ahead and cry, where are your tears?"

Listening to director Azam's criticism, Chris felt a little embarrassed, as if it really was his fault.

"But... I just can't cry!"

"You can't not cry, otherwise it'll look fake. Even AI knows how many tears to shed... Mariam, get some chili peppers!"

"AI? What's that?" Chris wondered. "Wait, what's the next sentence in Arabic? Chili pepper?"

"Yes!" Mariam ran out and quickly returned, handing Azam a few bright red chili peppers.

"Hey, what are you doing? You promised to let me leave after the recording was finished, how could you..." Chris was terrified. Was this going to be tortured?

Click!

Azam broke open the first chili pepper, put it to his tongue and licked it. No, it wasn't spicy enough!

Click!

I broke open the second one, but it still wasn't spicy enough!

Click!

The third one... It's so spicy, it feels like my tongue is on fire! Okay, you're the one!

Seeing Azam approach with the chili peppers, Chris felt his whole body tremble: "No, no..."

"Don't move! I just drew you some glasses! If you move around... it might actually poke your eye!"

As he spoke, Azam grabbed Chris's head with one hand and held a chili pepper in the other, drawing a figure eight around his eyes.

A burning pain instantly shot through my eyes, irritating my entire eye socket... Tears streamed down my face!

"Good, good, the effect is quite good, we can continue now!" Azam returned to the camera and restarted the recording.

"I was wrong, I'm guilty!" Chris covered his eyes and wailed, "On behalf of the 3rd Mechanized Infantry Division, I apologize to the people of Yituo! During the battle, we fired artillery shells into villages, killing more than a dozen innocent people. We razed the houses of some Yituo civilians, leaving them homeless. We are not human..."

That expression is absolutely spot on; it deserves an Oscar!

Azam was very satisfied!

"Now, prisoners in jail are also being humiliated, and some soldiers are violating military discipline by treating many prisoners as playthings..."

"We were wrong. We shouldn't have invaded Yituo. We shouldn't have occupied this place and refused to leave..."

Okay, okay, very good!

This is like criticism and self-criticism, the most terrifying psychological warfare. Once you break through their defenses, they'll say anything!

Now that a staff officer from the U.S. Army's 3rd Mechanized Infantry Division has said this, it is highly credible!

Fifteen minutes later, Chris's voice was hoarse and his tears had dried!

"Cut! Perfect! That's a wrap!" Azam looked at the darkness enveloping the earth above him, quite satisfied!

"So... can I leave now?"

"Of course," Azam nodded. "But... it's so late... why don't you get some sleep and leave when it's light tomorrow?"

"No, no, I'm not afraid of the dark, I'll leave now..."

"etc!"

Chris's heart skipped a beat. His eyes reddened, and he said in a hoarse voice, "What, you won't let me leave? You swore an oath to God!"

"No, our location can't be revealed, so... I'm sorry, we need to put you in a sack first, and release you after we leave this place!"

"I... okay."

Azam called out to the onlookers, "Shehid, take this brother out!"

"yes!"

The motorcycle jolted along, but Chris, still inside the sack, was rapidly calculating. He needed to figure out the route so he could return, lead his men here, and wipe out the guerrillas! It would be best if the videotape hadn't been released yet; if it had… he could atone for his sins!

Ten minutes, twenty minutes, half an hour...

Crunch!

Finally, the motorcycle stopped.

Chris was released and felt wonderful to be free again!

He took a deep breath and then determined his location. The place with the light in the distance must be Baghdad!

He took long strides, but after only a few steps, he heard a soft sound behind him.

Whoosh!

That's... the sound of a gun bolt being pulled back?

He turned around abruptly and saw... Shehid holding an M16, already pointed at him!

"Hey, hey, you promised to let me go back! Azam even swore an oath to God, are you going to hell?"

"Really? What oath did Captain Azam swear back then?" Shehid asked sarcastically.

Chris quickly recalled, and it seemed... this was what the other person had said:

I swear to God that as long as you sincerely repent, I, Azam, will absolutely not kill you!

So, if Azam doesn't kill himself, but someone else kills him, it doesn't count as breaking his oath?

Shehid continued, "Captain Azam was the one who promised to release you! Now I'm the one killing you! So... our actions don't constitute a breach of our oath!"

After saying that, he pulled the trigger.

Dede dede!