The next day, Xiao Luo continued moving toward the City of Brule at first light. He expected to reach in an hour.
Brule, like Stantine City, did not escape the ravages of war. However, it was not a primary node within its transportation hub, and therefore it was not occupied by Libyan rebel fighters or the government army troops.
"Is the woman found?"
In an abandoned warehouse in the City of Brule, a middle-aged man, some forty-five or forty-six, looked at a map of the city that hung on the wall with his hands behind his back. He was wearing a black Chinese tunic suit and a pair of glasses. He was as tall as a pine tree and burly like a bear. He had the naturally imposing bearing of a leader when he spoke.
