The clue was broken. It sounds rather baffling, doesn't it?
Austin was as good as dead before we started the "Bond" operation. The little nurse who was his mistress put potassium cyanide into his IV drip and then disappeared into the crowd without a trace. It's really difficult to track down a woman with only a name in this land.
As for that pair of mercenaries, no one knew their identities. We could only infer from their weapons that they had been active in this area for years.
However, according to speculation, this team of mercenaries was most likely... hired by Austin to save himself.
So who exactly wanted to kill him? Or rather, what was he afraid of?
Since it was an enemy-occupied area, we didn't dare to stay long to search for more clues. Austin had an old Nokia 300 on him. The internal storage of the phone had been completely deleted. However, on the inside of the battery, a name had been engraved with a knife.
Solomon.
Solomon was a small leader affiliated with a warlord. He was always shrouded in a black robe, and no one knew whose subordinate he was. This man's whereabouts were so mysterious that he was hard to find.
"However, there's definitely someone who knows where he is," Ye Fan said with certainty.
"Who?"
"Aladesh Tinsdol. A famous intelligence dealer in this area recently. He's having a private party the night after tomorrow. I can get two invitations."
...
Time: 18:41:39
Location: Enemy-occupied area, Far City, 200 kilometers away from Kreber
Personnel dispatched: Team Five of the 252 Special Operations Brigade
With a touch of makeup, the girl's rosy face was full of youthful vitality. Her slender waist was perfectly outlined by the evening dress. Her long black hair flowed down over her shoulders, adding a bit more charm to her. Her big, lively eyes could capture the hearts of those around her with just a few blinks.
"We're here," Yang Xiuxiu, who was sitting in the driver's seat, stopped the car. "We'll wait for you outside."
The girl naturally took my arm and put her weight on me. Amid the envious looks of the men around us, I walked towards the building with the girl leaning on me.
...If only she were a real girl.
Ye Di, Ye Fan's another identity, was ostensibly a mercenary girl who wandered around for profit, but in essence, she was an out-and-out crossdresser.
"I can see you." "Boss, you've shown up here on my side." The voices of Jiang Li and Xiao Shu Zhizi came one after another, and the flashes from the distant building caught my eye.
"Damn it! Who the hell are you guys aiming at!"
"Just looking around. There's no need to panic."
"Relax, just zeroing the guns." Is this the time to zero the guns? You guys must be up to something else!
"Captain, walk normally. We're tracking you," Zhuge Yu reminded me. The Y-3 individual unmanned aerial vehicle made by Yitland was slowly moving in mid-air, providing stable images for the team.
To be honest, it was really uncomfortable with Ye Fan leaning on me. Usually, when a beautiful girl leans on any of us, it would make our hearts flutter. What's more, she's a guy! Is this something a human should do?
Looking up at the sky, please save me!
I used to imagine that one day when the sky was getting dark, I would walk into a party with the girl I loved. We would smile at each other and walk into the venue with the satisfaction of each other's company. Her steps would be light, and there would be a warm fragrance like the sun in her hair...
But the person I yearned for... was no longer here.
The white bodyguards at the door brightened up when they saw Ye Fan.
However, after Ye Fan handed over the invitation, they still nodded politely and invited us in. It was unimaginable that in the Middle East, a region that had been in war for years, there was such a luxurious building. Although it couldn't be seen at all from the outside: inside the villa, the lights were bright and colorful. Arabian beauties in traditional local costumes were shuttling among the wine tables, and the champagne corks were popping open with a "pop" sound... I had turned on the communication channel to the fullest externally so that the sounds around could be transmitted to my teammates' ears without reservation.
"Is he really just an intelligence dealer? He's so rich. I'd believe it if you told me he sold oil."
"Being an intelligence dealer is just his most famous profession," Ye Fan pointed out bluntly. "His occupations also include arms dealer, human trafficker, etc... In such a chaotic region, you can hardly imagine how many kinds of crimes there are. But how poor are you exactly?"
"That's something you can't imagine."
"Could you please stop for a moment?"
Both I and Ye Fan were startled and turned around. The person was speaking Chinese. There were two of them. The one on the left was a bit short, with fair skin, bright eyes, and a hint of cunning. The one on the right was tall and handsome, with an unknown glint in his pupils.
"I'm sorry to bother you. My name is 'Canglong'. We have some questions we'd like to talk to you about. As for him," the man on the left pointed to himself and then to the right, "you can just call him 'Pervert'."
"You're the pervert! Your whole family are perverts!" The man on the right immediately flared up. "I'm called 'Golden Eagle'!"
"What's going on?" Ye Fan leaned over and whispered, "I don't think they're bad guys, but..."
He pointed to their elbows that could be seen from the cuffs of their suits. They were slightly swollen, which indicated that they had been using automatic weapons for a long time. And the visibly solid muscles of the two of them also proved that they were no ordinary people. Especially Golden Eagle's forearm was as solid as that of Liang Dong, who had the best arm strength among the 072.
Their identities could be mercenaries, intelligence dealers, or even members of illegal organizations. There was even a possibility that they were personnel sent to the Middle East by the "Yanwangdian" branch of the Chinese World Revolutionary Army. I quietly reached for my tactical knife as inconspicuously as possible.
Ye Fan, who was close by, also noticed my little movement. He raised his wrist, and a faint red light was flashing in the center of the Audemars Piguet watch dial.
Lu Wanqing's tone in the earphone was full of helplessness: "Why are these two idiots..."
I noticed this keenly: "Do you know them?"
"Sort of," Lu Wanqing sounded like she was consoling herself, her voice sounding dejected. "Damn it... Never mind. Just tell them that 'Cold Crow' asked them where the 'Citrus' is."
"Fuck you!"
"I hope your mother dies first!"
"I bought a Resurrection Armor for my mother!"
"That's so cool! Do you think you're a naval cadet? So energetic?"
"Um..." Unable to bear watching them arguing endlessly, I had to interrupt them, " 'Cold Crow' asked me to ask you where the 'Citrus' is."
"Huh? 'Cold Crow'?"
"Is that woman here?"
Both of them showed incredulous expressions. Canglong asked, "Is it that woman surnamed Lu?"
I nodded.
Just as I was about to relay Lu Wanqing's words to them, I found that the two of them lifted their butts and rushed straight out of the door, looking like two funny kangaroos.
"Fuck!" Lu Wanqing cursed directly, with a string of English words, nine of which started with "f" and one with "s".