"It's safe," Kamari said.

"Do you know this person?" Long Zhan pointed to the screen and said.

"Mukhtar Mousavi, he is one of Zhu Hairui's helpers in Europe." Kamari is worthy of being an internal undercover agent and recognizes the person in the picture at a glance.

"Mccanna ran away and took Rock away." Scott said from the side.

"Then Mukhtar Mousavi must know where Lock is. If things go well, we can only start from him." Long Zhan said to Kamari.

"It's risky to do this, but I can try to talk to him," Kamari said.

“OK.”

If there is a clue, you will be racing against time. Long Zhan ordered while packing up his things: "The chat is over, let's go, Julia, you can give us the address."

"no problem."

Julia said.

...

Abandoned factory.

It is very difficult to dig a pit on hard mud. Even if it is watered, it is very tiring to dig it. After spending a long time, Locke only dug a pit that is ten centimeters deep and two meters long.

But my whole body was covered in mud and dirty, and my spirit looked good.

Facing the two terrorists who oversee the work, he had to say with interest: "Have you heard a story? It's about the British, Irish and Arabs.

Haven't heard of it? That's a pity."

The Locke Phantom just fell and suddenly launched an attack.

The shovel hit the left and hit the terrorist on the right. The severe pain in the heart-wrenching pain made him faint.

Then the shovel head was diagonally upward to the left, and accurately hit the terrorist on the left.

He also fell into the ground unconscious on the spot!

He is worthy of being the person in charge of agent distribution. He does have a few tricks in his hand, and he never forgets to escape in desperate situations.

pity.

Just as Locke threw the shovel on the ground, picked up the terrorists' rifle on the ground, and was about to find a way to get a cart and rush out from here.

"Ba~"

The gunshots.

McCanna was like an elusive ghost, and appeared at this point in time. A distance of twenty or thirty meters, hit Locke's upper right shoulder blade in the chest with a shot.

He shot Locke to the ground and knocked him out.

The gunshot sounded.

The IRA, who was originally hiding in the house, all 10 or 20 people ran over.

"Stay where you are, don't move."

In order to prevent his younger brother from doing anything randomly, McCanna immediately issued an order to prevent him from coming. She walked over and pushed the gun into Locke's forehead and eyebrows.

"This is a grudge between us," McCana said.

"I like your brother very much." Rock said.

"Do you like France?"

McCanna said angrily: "You tmd changed him, framed him, and let him betray the person you love, you are the source of the demon."

"It was a dirty war, Ma Rui, I was going to remind him that night..."

"You are protecting the damn informant."

McCanna interrupted Locke loudly.

"What are you doing? Why are you bringing him here?"

Suddenly, four more militants came, their complexions were leaning towards the brown color of the Middle East, rather than the white people of the IRA.

"It has nothing to do with you," McCana shouted.

"Back back, did you hear it?"

The bald little brother shot and pointed at the four Arabs, and the other little brothers also raised the guns one after another.

The Arabs also faced each other and raised their guns.

Both sides were immediately at a loss.

After a confrontation for 10 or 20 seconds, the Arab leader said in Arabic: "Let everyone lower the guns, we still need these dog legs."

After saying that, he turned to English and said, "If you still want Zhu Hairui to exchange his promise, we have to figure out what he knows."

"Fake, he is useless to me." McCanna put down her gun in a very upset.

"You plan to attack NATO, and it is recommended that you be united." Locke suddenly said this, which attracted the attention of everyone present.

"He doesn't know anything, he wants to fool us." McCanna retorted Rock.

"Then we have to confirm."

The Arab leader seemed to have attracted interest and walked towards Locke.

...

In order to get the information needed, Long Zhan found Colonel Locke as soon as possible to rescue him.

He deliberately pretended to be a car and came to Mukhtar Mousavi's car dealer.

"This car is a stunner, you definitely like it."

Mukhtar Mousavi is a professional businessman. When he saw Scott disguised as a guest entering the store, he immediately went up to enter the store with enthusiasm, and stretched out his right hand to introduce himself: "Mukhtar Mousavi, the boss here."

"Grant Hawkins."

Scott shook hands with Mukhtar Mousavi and said a fake name he had just chosen.

"British? I like British people very much." Mukhtar Mousavi said with a smile.

"I like it, too." Scott raised his eyebrows.

"Ha ha."

Mukhtar Mousavi laughed and pointed to the car and introduced: "There are many songs about cars in it, Blues' Cadillac Manor, Jennys' Mercedes-Benz, would you try it?"

"I'm only interested in cars," Scott said.

"Mr. Hawkins, why are you here in Hungary?" Mukhtar Musavira said regularly.

"Because of the fiancée."

Scott's acting skills are very good, and he doesn't blink his eyes when he tells lies.

"Are you going to get married? That really needs a good car," said Mukhtar Mousavi.

"Yes, I'm married for the third time." Scott smiled.
Chapter completed!