Super Zoo

Chapter 461 Deputy Section-Level Clerk in Iraq

"I thought you would take advantage of the situation and pretend to be that saint," Zhao Yun laughed. "Don't underestimate the Fire Worshiping Sect just because it's small; it has deep roots. Over a thousand years ago, it was the state religion of the Persian Empire, even more prestigious than Christianity. Now, there aren't many in the Middle East who follow the Fire Worshiping Sect, but after so many years, those who still keep the faith are extremely devout believers."

"No way, I don't want to deal with foreign religions," Su Ming shrugged his shoulders. Domestic religions and foreign ones, especially those in the Middle East, are vastly different. The domestic religions are merely attached to the regime, existing as a product to 'maintain social stability' and lack their own substance. In contrast, religions in the Middle East still loom over the government to some extent. Many are ********, holding guns in their hands, with doctrines above the law.

It's better to offend local governments or even warlords than to offend religious groups.

Moreover, my ability to resist flames is due to the energy storage ball and has nothing to do with their saint.

Impersonating might feel good for a moment, but there would be a day when the truth would be uncovered. By then, I'd have to wait to be hunted down by thousands of devout believers like Basel who dare to immolate themselves.

Standing at the airport entrance and looking around, the perimeter of Baghdad International Airport was surrounded by layers of barbed wire. On the grassy fields around the airport, pairs of armed soldiers were visible everywhere ... oh no, that's not right, it was squads of armed soldiers patrolling, and aside from the ground of the airplane runway, which was still somewhat flat, the nearby grounds and grassy areas were pockmarked with large and small holes.

During the years when the Americans dominated Iraq, Baghdad Airport, due to the transit of military troops and supplies, was not only the most defensively fortified place but also the most attacked. Reportedly, at the height of conflict, there were as many as eighteen rockets fired at the airport in a single day.

This also shows how poor Iraq's economy is now; after all these years, they still can't afford to repair the holes blasted into the airport grounds.@@@@

"Will that guy be sentenced?" asked Su Ming as he left the plane, pointing at Basel being escorted away by soldiers. Basel might be a bit crazy, but compared to that short guy who only spouted nonsense, he seemed more like a man. Of course, Su Ming didn't want to interact with Basel again; the man was too dangerously unpredictable!

"Probably not. Most followers of Islam don't really have an aversion to the Fire Worshiping Sect. Some even believe Mazda is one of the incarnations of their god. People like that guy with the mustache who are extremely extreme are quite rare. Every family has its own troubles, and the Iraqi Government has always tried to attract and protect such small sects with long histories. Thankfully, no one died, so they probably won't even have to compensate; they'll just give them a lesson and have their Clan Leader take them back," said Zhao Yun.

It looked like a small motel from the outside, with an Iraqi flag hanging at the entrance, riddled with several holes which were probably bullet holes.

This rundown place was the Ministry of Tourism—a provincial-level department of a country that looked no different than the town government office of Sun Town. The biggest difference was that there was no security guard at the entrance of the Sun Town government office, while two armed soldiers stood guard on either side of the Ministry's door.

Seeing three East Asians with suitcases stepping out of a taxi and heading towards the Ministry of Tourism, the two soldiers didn't think twice before blocking the entrance, looking up and remaining silent.

Suming slipped a Dinar note to each soldier. They glanced at the 10,000 denomination and then, like robots, swiftly moved aside without even asking what they were there for, just letting them through.

The Ministry official who received Suming and the others had an office with an electric fan. After a brief conversation, the official made a call, chattering away for a few moments.

"He's arranged for an official from the tourism bureau to accompany us. The official is more or less equivalent to a 'deputy division-level clerk' back home. They will lead us in buying animals over the next few days. However, we are responsible for the guide's food, accommodation, and transportation expenses, as the bureau doesn't have the budget for it," Zhao Yun explained.

Before long, the door was pushed open, and a small, dark, and skinny figure walked in. Upon entering, he didn't even glance at Suming and the others, but gave a very respectful bow to the 'leader.'

"It's him... Is it really him?" Zhao Yun's voice suddenly changed.

The junior clerk had already turned around, and their faces met Suming and the others'.

It was the same guy who had argued with Nangong on the plane.