Liu He changed the photo, "This guy has had a conflict with a drug lord in India recently, so he may not have time to pay attention to this matter."

Moreover, the assassination failed repeatedly, and I have to consider it.

Xu Chuan touched his chin, which was pretty good. At least he was the one who took the blame. It would be difficult for him to be associated with Umbrella if he died.

Then Liu He continued, "This guy kidnapped the son of the Indian drug lord, and the other party is trying to find a way to rescue him."

Of course, Xu Chuan didn't care about the war between the two solitary dealers. For him, taking advantage of the troubled waters was the best choice.

"It seems that the Indians have found a team of mercenaries to save people."

Several photos are listed on the display, all of which are core members of this team of mercenaries.

Xu Chuan glanced at him and became interested in one of them.

"That, the one with a head that looks like a hammer."

Xu Chuan pointed at the screen.

Liu He had no reaction to his magical adjectives, and they had become accustomed to it.

"Taylor Rick, a former DEVGRU member, died of lymphoma, suffered severe mental trauma, developed a habit of alcoholism and divorced his wife, and now lives in Western Australia."

"Core operation personnel are good at guns, fighting, diving, and special vehicle driving."

Xu Chuan whistled and said, "Send the photo to Lynn Finez, perhaps his former colleague."

This kind of talent can still be examined.

"Prepare transportation for me, I'll go to Dhaka now."

Work here is progressing normally. As long as the construction project is not stopped, Umbrella will have no enemies here.

They are not involved in the blocking business, so Liu He is enough to handle the work here.

"By the way, where is Dongqin?"

After coming out of the command center, Xu Chuan asked Dongqin about the news.

The child brought several UC Media people to a seven-day tour, otherwise he would have followed up on the project in Hengdian before.

Liu He grabbed his hair, "Xiao Qincai is taking people to visit the crematorium..."

Well, Xu Chuan stared at her eyes and said that the child was beyond help.

"I won't wait for her anymore, I'll set off now."

After Dongqin came back, she immediately complained to Liu He, "Uncle Liu, why didn't you notify me?"

This title made Liu He speechless, "What can I do? The boss just walked around and left in a hurry. He told you that you can't come back."

This made Dongqin very unhappy.

...

Dhaka, the capital and largest city of Bangladesh, is located in the Ganges Delta, on the north bank of the Briganga River, with a population of more than 17 million.

Xu Chuan got off the plane and got into a taxi, and then got stuck in the road.

The chaotic traffic conditions here are world-famous. What is the congestion on the second and third ring roads in the capital? Once you come to Dhaka, you will find that it is not worth mentioning at all.

In the global livable city survey, Dhaka ranks 137th out of 140 cities, narrowly defeating Tripoli, Damascus (the capital of Syria after the war destruction) and Lagos (the capital of Nigeria).

The infrastructure survey ranked last.

There are only 60 traffic lights in the entire city, which may not be good. The traffic here can no longer be described as chaos, so it is so called despair.

Xu Chuan sat in the back seat of the taxi and held his chin. He looked at the deadly traffic ahead in despair, unable to even get through the three-wheeled manpower.

"Sir, there are not many cars today, we should be able to get to the hotel soon."

The driver who had collected Xu Chuan's fifty-nine dollars was chatting with him enthusiastically.

"Ha? Isn't this called much?"

Xu Chuan felt that this guy was spending time with him.

"Yes, I promise to be at the hotel within two hours."

The other party said it was very sincere, and maybe in his impression, it was really smooth.

Xu Chuan almost vomited blood. It was only a little over ten kilometers from the airport to the hotel. When you drove for two hours, I had climbed.

When passing the intersection, a traffic policeman in uniform handed in a leaflet promoting traffic order from the window.

Xu Chuan looked at the blocked intersection in front of him and felt so funny.

One hour and fifty minutes later, Xu Chuan got out of the car with his luggage in a daze. He was almost vomiting for the first time he took the car.

Well, he wants to admit that this chaos is also beneficial, at least he can't get through the police unless he uses a helicopter.

Li Bing was already waiting for him in the hotel lobby.

"Boss, you have seen the traffic here." Li Bing walked over and took Xu Chuan's backpack wearing a sandy tactical shirt.

"I'm so fucking vomiting." Xu Chuan threw his bag to the other party, and he needed to slowly.

The hotel is pretty good, not far from the Briganga River, next to it is the famous Pink Palace.

There were six people who came here with Li Bing, all of whom were familiar faces.

But to be honest, Asians are quite conspicuous here.

"Boss, there's some trouble. We don't have much equipment here."

Umbrella never planned to start business in Dhaka. Li Bing and others now only use self-defense pistols each.

What they brought with them were more equipment for reconnaissance, cameras, laser rangefinders, and electronic equipment such as drones.

Most of these things are both military and civilian, and can still be brought in by regular means.

As for guns, you can find a black market.

However, if heavier firepower is needed, it will be a bit troublesome.

Without trust, they dare not buy money, and the other party may not dare to sell it.

It is not impossible to even collect money and sell people directly to the police.

"No big problem, I don't plan to confront these people."

However, the equipment problem still needs to be solved, at least a bulletproof vest and a rifle are required.

"You guys have checked it almost right? Amir Asif has tied up an Indian?"

Upon hearing this, Li Bing took out all the investigation information.

"The person arrested was the son of Indian drug lord Mahazhan, Ovi Mahazhan, sixteen years old, who is now locked up in a slum in the old town, not far from here."

Just like the slums in Rio, the slums here are under the control of gangs.

Amir Asif is not an ordinary drug lord, but a mafia that has penetrated into all classes of Daka.

The business he does is not just a single product.

Here, what Amir Asif said is better than the mayor.

Xu Chuan looked at the child's photo, and he was still waiting for news from Lynn Feines.
Chapter completed!