Without transportation channels, the Solada criminal group will no longer be able to obtain large quantities of reading materials from the Black Triangle, and will no longer be able to conduct large-scale exclusive trade with Mexico.
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At that time, the goal of the U.S. government will be achieved and the flow of reading materials into the United States will be curbed.
The key to successfully executing this final part of closing the net is to find a way to enter the smuggling tunnel, then silently kill the gang members guarding the tunnel, and finally capture Mukhtar Wushou quietly.
This requires Como and another stowaway to play their own role.
The space in the secret basement is large, and technicians who control computers and monitoring equipment account for the majority. A detailed map of Dadaab happens to be hung on the wall on the right.
Black Fox took the two stowaways and went straight to the map and asked: "You said there is a tunnel leading to Dadaab. Where is it?"
Como stared at the map carefully for a while, pointed to a location and said: "In this place."
"Is there any way you can get there?" Black Fox then asked.
Another smuggler, about 40 years old, who was more experienced than Como, answered: "This tunnel is guarded all year round, and they all have guns.
Smugglers like us can basically get through smoothly as long as we pay money. It was very difficult for women in the past because the smugglers there were dishonest.
Some women will be forcibly detained by them. If they are lucky, they will release them in a few days. If they are not lucky..."
The middle-aged stowaway didn't say what he said next. Everyone present at the ceremony could basically guess that it was nothing more than a matter of the man's lower body.
Those women who were unlucky enough to be detained did not need to think about it to know that they would definitely be played to death.
In this chaotic place, there is no difference between human life and dog life.
Black Fox is not interested in the experiences of female stowaways. Having worked as an agent in the CIA for so many years, he has seen even the darkest things.
He just wanted to use this tunnel to complete this anti-drug mission as soon as possible.
He said to the middle-aged stowaway: "Very good, this is the place I need. Will you take us in?"
"No, no, no, it's impossible!"
As soon as Hei Hu said these words, the middle-aged stowaway shook his head and refused, explaining with fear in his tone: "I have smuggled back and forth five or six times, and I know very well the layout here. It will be very difficult to pass through the tunnel.
Although the tunnels have many smugglers and are usually used for smuggling, they are actually controlled by drug dealers and gangs, and every entrance and exit is a stronghold.
They have a lot of big guns, and the only people who can get through there are drug mules and illegal immigrants.
Even if the patrol team in the refugee camp discovered it, they would turn a blind eye and not dare to go in to check the situation.
Unless absolutely necessary, never go to a place with tunnel entrances and exits. This is basic common sense in refugee camps."
The middle-aged stowaway said in detail that the black fox was not frightened by the so-called danger.
Continued to ask: "Are you familiar with those tunnels? I mean, do you know which tunnels have intersections and which locations lead to the refugee camps?"
"certainly!"
In order to obtain a legal Kenyan identity, the middle-aged smuggler had no choice but to take a gamble and click on three places on the map with his finger.
"Here, here, and here. I know of these three tunnels. Each of them can pass through the quarantine area and directly enter the refugee camp..."
"this place."
Black Fox interrupted the middle-aged stowaway, pointed at a place on the map with his slender fingertips and said: "Which tunnel is closest to this place, and how far is it approximately?"
The place pointed by the black fox's finger was exactly where Mukhtar Wushou was hiding.
"The closest one is this tunnel."
The middle-aged smuggler pointed to the top tunnel: "The entrance to this tunnel is a repair shop, which is where I entered last time.
There were seven or eight drug mules at the entrance, all carrying big guns.
The tunnel is nearly half a mile long, with drug mules holding guns every 100 meters inside. The exit is inside a large minibus in the refugee area.
There is an alley leading directly to where you want to go. It is about a mile away. No one will find you if you go there at night.
However, there are dozens of exits and entrances, plus the drug mules in the tunnel.
And once the news spreads and attracts drug mules and gang members in the refugee camp, I'm afraid you will be in trouble even if you enter."
There are tens of thousands of criminals in the Dadaab refugee camp, and the situation is more complicated and worse than in Mogadishu.
"Don't worry, we will take care of them."
The corner of Black Fox's mouth was slightly raised with disdain, and he didn't take these drug mules and gangsters seriously at all.
Confidently said: "I need you to draw this tunnel now, as well as the drug mule in the tunnel, and their approximate location. Can you do it?"
"sure!"
Perhaps infected by Black Fox's strong self-confidence, the fear on the middle-aged stowaway's face gradually disappeared and he accepted the task given to him by Black Fox.
"Glenn, I'll leave this to you."
Black Fox snapped his fingers and signaled the liaison officer Glenn to cooperate with the middle-aged stowaway in the drawing. He took out a cigarette and lit it while walking towards the sofa area on the right.
Long Zhan followed and asked, "Are we really going to force our way in from that tunnel?"
The status of the tunnel guards was completely unknown, so acting based on the information provided by a stowaway seemed a bit rash to Dragon Station.
Intelligence is fundamental to the success of an operation, and there is really too little information on this mission.
After exhausting the strength of nine cows and two tigers and almost being scrapped, he ran out of Mogadishu, the human meat grinder. Long Zhan did not want to fall into a new human meat mixer.
"If Jahad didn't lie, something good for us is about to happen. I think you should be happy. Besides, isn't there still a master like you here? If the frame rate is dangerous, you will protect me, won't you?"
Black Fox took a puff of the cigarette and slowly exhaled it until Long was in front of him. His eyes and movements were full of seduction and some strong suggestiveness.
"That's not necessarily the case. If only one person can live, I will choose to let you die."
Long Zhan fanned away the smoke with his hand and calmly said the words that made Black Fox almost lose his balance.
"You are such a selfish bastard."
Black Fox smiled and rolled his eyes at Long Zhan, and shouted: "Noel, go ask the headquarters when the additional manpower and equipment will arrive."
In the Ethiopian rebel police attack, although the original SWAT captain Younger did not die, he was seriously injured and was sent to the hospital.
The remaining work related to the Kenyan Special Police was handed over to deputy captain Norkai to manage the negotiations.