"I didn't expect you to be able to persist for so long." Hex bent over and looked at Aji Rama who was tied to a wooden bed at an angle.
He had just recovered from a long near-death experience. He couldn't care about the beautiful scenery in front of him. He kept breathing the fresh air quickly and listened to this beautiful woman saying, "It doesn't matter, there are still two days."
Time, we have enough time and manpower to spend it with you."
Hex straightened up, walked to the interrogation expert, and said in a coquettish tone, "You have to hurry up and ask me what I want to know."
The delicate face was very close to the young interrogation expert, and a sweet scent belonging to a mature woman lingered around him. Instantly, he felt that the temperature in the room had increased by several degrees, and he was breathing heavily involuntarily.
Hex saw his reaction in his eyes and smiled even more heart-wrenchingly, "Let him tell where those trucks went and who he met with two days ago? There will be a reward.", and then
She hugged his arm and rubbed it twice, then stood up on tiptoes and stuck out her tongue to lick his ear.
Before the young man could react, he quickly let go of him and took two steps back. "It's too stuffy here, I'm going out first." He turned around, opened the door, and walked outside. In the dark corridor, Hex's
The smile has completely disappeared, "This place is really boring."
The young interrogation expert wanted to catch up, but was pulled back by the last trace of reason. This woman has used this method to play with all the men here, but no one can get into her bed, and those who want to use violence can't get into her bed.
Lying in the hospital.
He bent down to resist some of his reactions, but he heard Aji Rama, who was tied aside and watched the whole process, let out a contemptuous laugh. The young man instantly became angry and said, "Fuck, what are you laughing at?", with a ferocious expression.
He walked over, making it clear that he wanted to vent all the anger he was holding on to the prisoner in front of him.
Fatami Hassani once served in the Kosovo army. After the war, he established his own drug empire in this area. Now he is the largest drug lord in this area. Of course, as a
Of Albanian descent, he also engaged in human trafficking like his fellow villagers.
Aji Rama is his cousin who never came back after a previous outing. "Burn everything here, I will leave early." A man wearing a three-striped sportswear stood.
Get up and talk to the people around you.
"Victor, Rama doesn't know you are here." Fatami tried to explain to Victor Zakhaev.
Victor suddenly grabbed his collar and pushed him against the wall, staring at Fatami with eyes like a beast, "I remember I told you to keep a low profile recently, but it seems that you
I didn’t take it to heart.”
The men on both sides faced off for an instant, with their automatic rifles pointed at each other at the same time.
"Victor, this is just an accident. He went there to contact you on the transportation route." Fatami stopped his men. Now is not the time for internal strife.
Victor slowly released him and asked his men to put down their guns. He also knew that these people would need to make arrangements for the rest of the matter. They would pass through the blockade of the peacekeepers and they would need to enter Albania in batches from here, and then
From there transport lines enter France.
"There can't be any more accidents. I want to leave immediately."
"Okay, I'll make arrangements now." The two parties finally reached a tacit agreement. Fatami led the people out of this hidden stronghold, pulled over a subordinate next to him, "Find Rama, even if he is dead,
I want to see the body too."
Victor was a little anxious now. He had just received the news that Murad Hoxha and his son, who were originally in charge of the route in Albania, were all dead. Fortunately, his deputy could still take over, but at this time, Aji Rama happened again.
Regarding the disappearance, I don’t know whether he died or was captured.
How could this not make him think more? This plan was originally an alternative to Yemen's nuclear explosion plan. There were many places where preparations were not adequate, but now there is no other choice. Too much organizational investment has been invested in this matter.
resources, if they don't succeed this time, their power will be eaten up by the watching beasts. In short, they will soon go bankrupt.
United States, Langley, Virginia, CIA Headquarters, National Clandestine Operations Division, George Black, who is in charge of European affairs, is asking his secretary to help him book a flight to Europe. The information sent back by Hex makes him very concerned, and he will not rush if he waits.
I went there before handing over to the British side.
"Hi, Mandy." Blake walked out of the office with his coat and briefcase, took out his phone and prepared to inform his family that he was going on a business trip, when he saw Mandy Ellis also coming out of the office.
This young woman has been the star of the agency recently. Not only did she command the final operation against the rebels in Yemen, destroying the nuclear explosive device, she also cooperated with the SEALs to rescue the kidnapped CIA agent in the subsequent operation.
Abu Shaibul and a dozen bombers equipped with the latest bomb vests were killed.
Although as a newcomer, the main reason for being able to start contacting front-line operations at this age is her father, who is a senator, this child still proved her ability with practical actions, which is really amazing.
.
"Bookman." This is George Blake's nickname. After a period of contact, the two have become familiar with each other. Mandy has a good impression of this colleague who is gentle and even has a literary nickname, but she knows better.
The person who can sit here is definitely not because of his erudition.
"On a business trip?" Mandy also held her coat and backpack, and the whole group was in a hurry.
"Well, I'm going to Europe. Good news, we caught Aji Rama." Blake deliberately had a hint of joy on his face, like a child who got some sweets secretly. It is undeniable that this is really exciting.
It is easy to shorten the distance between people.
"Ha, is that the main culprit in the London serial bombings? Congratulations." Of course Mandy knew this person.
Seeing someone coming from the opposite side, Black stopped joking and said, "Well, it's him. He has already made an agreement with the British side and will hand over the person to them, so I wanted to go over and see if I can ask anything else."
After all, the departments are different, and Mandy couldn't ask for too many details. She could only chat with Blake, "I've wanted to ask you why I call you Bookman."
Blake pondered for a moment, "Maybe it's because I majored in classical Arabic literature in college. In fact, I originally wanted to be a historian."