Chapter 348 This is abnormal

An Feng hesitated for a moment and answered sincerely: "I won't tell you."

This answer made Ruien stunned for a moment, then he burst into laughter and quickly cut off the communication.

It seems that An Feng was not afraid of this terrorist during this operation, and even the intelligence agencies were one of his targets of guarding against him.

He refused to tell the intelligence agency his exact action plan, action time, and personnel involved, and even he wanted to deny himself in Peshawar now... Forget it, let him go.

On the third day, at about noon, An Feng got off work early. He rushed back to the dormitory to change into bulletproof underwear, carried a small cash box in his hand, and then carefully cleaned the room. Anyway, there was no important luggage in his room, and the important things were all in his "time door".

For Argyle, like An Feng, all important things are stored in An Feng's "Time Door". He also changed into a bulletproof underwear, a thick jacket, a Magnum, and a Uz submachine gun. A dagger is placed in the boot to prevent snow blindness. In fact, it is tactical glasses, and a thick cold hat is a bulletproof helmet.

Before leaving, the two of them used a vacuum cleaner to carefully clean the room, eliminating possible hair and skin debris in the room, and then they carefully left their room... Of course, Argyle also had a check-out procedure to be handled in advance.

At this time, the Praiser Off-road Vehicle driven by Argyle had been loaded into the "time door". The two of them each drove a Tata mini car made in India and left their residences. They both pretended to go for lunch. After An Feng drove the car away from the freight company, he disappeared into the street not far away. As he walked, An Feng thought about it again. He abandoned the Tata sedan on the side of the road and stole a motorcycle parked on the side of the road.

Twenty minutes later, An Feng's motorcycle was parked near Mushall's rental house, and Argyle's Tata sedan was parked in the supermarket where Mushall worked. The two of them played with their mobile phones at the same time, and watched the dynamics of Mushaller, the mobile phone screen monitor, slowly waiting for the time to come.

The 3 areas are about two and a half days hiking away from Agate Mountain. If the escape troops led by the principal walked fast, they should have reached Agate Mountain an hour ago. Even if they walked slowly, they could reach it tonight at the latest. But in fact, the group encountered an artificial avalanche halfway through, and all of them were buried under thick snow.

It is spring, the snow melts season, and avalanches are frequent, which is understandable.

Today, there is light snow in the sky. With such a climate and season, there are even fewer pedestrians on the street. An Feng does not think he poked here and was not noticed by anyone. He tried to shrink his body into the cracks on the wall to ensure that there are barriers on all sides of his body, but the open side is always within his gaze.

An hour passed, and An Feng should have finished his meal at this time. He should have worked in a freight company, but now An Feng no longer cared about that job. He reached out to take out a pack of cigarettes from his arms. He used to smoking. He tore open the cigarette box like a local, and took out a cigarette with his usual caution, which made him not hold the cigarette like a local.

He took out a blue lapis lazuli cigarette holder from his arms and inserted the cigarette into the mouthpiece. Then he lit the cigarette and started smoking slowly. On the streets of Pakistan, there are many similar scenes. In every weapon black market transaction, there are sentries like An Feng who smoked on motorcycles like An Feng. The purpose of An Feng smoking is to make himself look like that. Inserting the cigarette into the mouthpiece is to prevent the police from extracting saliva from the mouthpiece and then finding his DNA.

The cigarette was lit and just sprayed a few sips. The drone in the sky reminded An Feng that a woman carrying a briefcase was walking in his direction on the road down the slope. The woman was walking leisurely, holding her camera all the way.

An Feng frowned slightly, and he kicked off the motorcycle stand and pushed the motorcycle for a few steps, trying to avoid the person's... camera. His image now cannot stand the craftsmanship. Although he is now dressed infinitely close to the locals, his movements and body language are almost exactly the same as those of the locals, but the wolf in sheep's clothing is still a wolf after all.

If anyone takes him in a photo, he can still find many suspicious points in this photo, such as the lapis lazuli cigarette holder on his hand, the specially customized "ghost" land battle boots on his feet, and the posture of his standing against the wall, it is absolutely flawless, and the counterattack posture is about to be launched. Only the mercenary who reaches out his hand will be used to using this most physically energy-saving posture, but can ensure that he is about to be launched to carry out waiting and lurking tasks.

It was different when you walked. An Feng was hunched and bowed his waist, trying to push the motorcycle like a local. From his back, An Feng's movements were very tired, like a motorcycle who had run out of gasoline and had to push the cart forward, and a motorcycle who had been pushing the car for a long time.

Peshawar is a mountain city, and it is a mountain city with an altitude span of 4,000 meters. Many streets have a slope of more than 60 degrees. The woman who came down from the slope was dressed very well. She was wearing a prana black cashmere trench coat, a pair of indigo deerskin gloves, a light gray raccoon-shaped hat on her head, and a white rabbit fur ear protection. Her face was filled with a happy smile, and she was a little breathing, so that the breath she exhaled formed a faint white mist in front of her eyes.

Her nose is very delicate, her skin is very white, and she does not wear sunglasses to prevent snow blindness, so An Feng could see the other party's beautiful black eyes from the monitor. She took two steps, just exposed her hat on the slope and stood up. She raised the camera in her hand to take a photo of the house across the street and then buried her head in checking the effect of her shooting.

At this moment, a sound of motorcycles sounded from another street. The motorcycle was not in a hurry to leave, so the sound of the exhaust pipe was very uniform. When An Feng heard the sound of the exhaust pipe, he sighed softly, stopped moving forward, turned around and fell over the front of the motorcycle, and walked backwards.

At about five steps, An Feng could already see the woman's shoulders down the slope. The woman raised her camera again, pressed the shutter again at the target she had just photographed, and then drove a motorcycle out of the slanting lane behind the woman. The motorcycle held the handlebar with one hand and the other in her arms.

When An Feng saw the motorcycle appear, he immediately let go of his hand holding the motorcycle. After liberating his hands, his body retreated to the corner of the wall. At this time, the woman opposite noticed An Feng's nervousness. She raised her eyes and smiled at An Feng. It was very beautiful and quiet.

This is a white-collar woman in her thirties, full of high-end brand-name products. After laughing at An Feng, he heard the sound of motorcycles getting closer and closer, and was about to turn her head and look back. At this moment, the motorcycle behind her back had already stretched out the hand in her arms, holding a imitation of May 4 pistol in that hand. The man's motorcycle was always keeping constant speed. The woman's head was twisted halfway, and her temple almost hit the muzzle. The gunman then pulled the trigger without hesitation.

The gunshot echoed in the street, and the woman fell softly. The gunman turned his gaze to An Feng. At this time, a black Beretta pistol appeared in An Feng's hand. When the two eyes collided with each other, the man gave An Feng a warning look, and the motorcycle stopped immediately. Then the man bowed his body and his whole body disappeared on the road down the slope.

Five seconds later, the sound of the motorcycle moving came again, but the person's body was not exposed on the slope anymore, exposed to An Feng's muzzle. Of course, An Feng knew that as long as the other party dared to show his head, he would dare to shoot.

The sound of motorcycles gradually faded away. An Feng knew that the motorcycle stopped just now to pick up the woman's camera. The motorcycle rider also knew the unspoken rules, so he did not provoke An Feng's bottom line anymore. He took the camera and immediately arched his body and left.

Xiaoxue was still falling. After the gunshots, no one leaned into the street again. No one was curious or meddling in other people's business. The surveillance signal showed that there were not even people calling the police nearby.

This is Peshawar, and this is the largest black market arms trading city in Asia.

The dead woman was either too stupid or too confident. This city was not a tourist city. Every tourist who came here had a purpose. The woman who was killed just now might be a confused tourist, or a special person who brought a mission to play the role of a tourist. If she was the former, she broke in without understanding the local situation and took photos of something she shouldn't have taken with a camera, then being silenced would be an inevitable ending.

If it is the latter, she entered this area with special tasks, then the diplomats in her country are all living in a good meal, because, conventionally, even if ordinary tourists want to enter Peshawar, the embassy has to marche and dissuade them. If it fails to dissuade them, there are also some local taboos. For example, in Peshawar, you must not take out a camera in the street, and when answering the phone, the mobile phone screen cannot be directed at people, otherwise you will commit suicide.

To be honest, for a moment just now, even An Feng was wondering how to seize the other party's camera if he was shot into the camera, let alone those real extremists.

This unexpected occurrence made An Feng no longer able to stay where he was. He had already faced the motorcycle gunman. According to the industry rules, another group of people would come over. At least observe An Feng. If possible, either apologize or expel him... Of course, a group of people would definitely be large and powerful. If An Feng stayed there, he would have to give the other party a reasonable reason, otherwise An Feng would be the witness they needed to eliminate.

In this unexpected situation, he had to leave Mushall's rented house. He turned a corner and parked his motorcycle on the side of the road. He went into the roadside teahouse for an hour to drink tea. Suddenly, the fat girl transferred in to a phone call.

"The situation is urgent, listen to this communication..."

A hoarse voice came out on the phone: "Mr. Shah, I'm looking for Mushall, I'm his friend."

An Feng stood up calmly, took out a half-old wallet, threw a few bills on the table, and walked out of the teahouse expressionlessly. When he was at the door, he sorted out the fur hat on his head. When he stepped out of the teahouse, the phone in the supermarket paused for a while, and it seemed that Mushall grabbed the phone. He asked casually: "Who is looking for me?"

At this time, the eavesdropping had entered real-time communication. The computer kitten quickly displayed the phone number that was incoming from abroad. It was a long-distance call from abroad and occupied the satellite data communication port, so it only displayed the satellite data port number.

"I'm Agate Mountain, there's an emergency, because things are too complicated, I can't explain it in code.

Mushall quickly opened the phone receiver slightly and asked the supermarket owner for leave with an apology. He pointed to the phone and said, "It was my uncle who called me. I have relatives in my family to come to Peshawar."

The voice on the phone paused at this time. The supermarket owner nodded very gentlemanly, consciously distanced himself from the phone, and said, "Try to tell me the long story, it's working hours now."

Now lunch time has passed, and the supermarket is not busy. After the boss left the counter, he went to the shelves to sort out the shelves. Mushall waited for the boss to walk away and said softly to the phone: "So, I'm listening."

The voice in the phone rang: "Our guests were expected to arrive three hours ago. We sent a greeting team two hours ago. Our greeting team was far away, but we never found any trace of that team. I think something might have happened to them."

Mushall looked out the window and whispered: "It's snowing here."

The voice on the phone immediately retorted: "But we are clear here, so they shouldn't have been delayed for so long?...A herders told us that two days ago they heard the sound of firefighting in the mountains and heard violent and rapid explosions."

Mushale smiled and nodded as he rushed to the boss looking here, while saying unintentionally: "When did my uncle inform you about this?"

When was Agate Mountain to pass this news to Gilgit's contact point?

"Just, minutes ago."

"Do you need me to tell my uncle about this news?"

The other party pondered for a moment and said hesitantly: "After the school accident, we have never had any news. What happened there, I think, someone urgently needs to know - so far, no one has received it, which is not normal."

Mushall kept this smile and replied: "Okay, I'll notify my uncle right away."

Mushall put down the phone and quickly found a reason to ask the boss for leave. The boss smiled and waved at Mushall: "Go and go back quickly."

After Mushall left, the boss returned to the collection station. He then took out a recorder from the bottom of the collection station... a recorder, fiddled with the recorder in his hand, then stuffed a headphone into his ears, and began to play the sound recorded in the recorder... The eavesdropping device installed by An Feng was exposed.

All eavesdropping devices are sending radios outwards. For such radio signals, there is no need for an advanced device to discover the existence of the eavesdropper - a speaker is enough. Just as the phone is close to the speaker, the boss's recorder can make the speaker make noise, even if the boss's recorder does not record Mushall's conversation, it is still open. The radio signal sent by the eavesdropping device can make the speaker of the recorder scream.

The boss carefully turned off the recorder, then raised his face and looked at the surveillance probe above his head - An Feng's surveillance camera was installed on the boss's video probe, and indirectly monitored the entire supermarket by forwarding the surveillance video in the store.

The boss stretched his neck and looked at it. Another employee of the supermarket, the eleven-year-old child, was still sorting out the shelves, standing on his stool, and then jumped to the desktop. He unscrewed the surveillance probe and checked the monitor himself, but he did not find any abnormalities on the monitor. Then he restored the monitor again, but he immediately removed the monitor's power cord and turned off the surveillance probe.

But the boss didn't know that although he turned off the surveillance probe and the monitor did not transmit the surveillance screen to the computer screen hidden inside the counter, it still followed the telephone line and sent images to Argyle and An Feng. At this time, Argyle followed Mushale, who was riding a donkey. An Feng walked around Mushale in advance based on the direction of Mushale's walking, and slowly waited for Mushale to appear.

Mushall headed straight to the direction of Tra Adidam Haier District. Tra Adidam Haier District is the AK47 sales area, where several great nobles live, and the Caucasian immigrant settlement area is located on the outside.

It is said that in the arms market in the Tradidam Haier District, the prices of AK-47s in different production areas are very different. Among them, the German-made AK-47 retails at the highest price, generally at 5,000 rupees (1,500 US dollars), and the Iran-made AK-47 retails at 5,000 rupees (5,000 US dollars), while the local firearm workshops in Tradidam Haier District have the lowest price, as low as 30,000 rupees (15U US dollars).

In addition, the AK-47 of some kind of national version is slightly higher than the local brand, but is lower than that of Iranian production, and is about the second lowest-priced product in the local market - priced at US$50,000).

The gun workshops in the Haier District of Tra Adidam are open for business. An Feng, who came to this area in advance, walked along the street. He could see the firearm masters working in the workshop. These firearm masters did not avoid visiting guests. The tools they used were very simple. A blanket was laid on the ground, and the craftsmen sat cross-legged on the blanket, with a visor in front of them, and then various files.

The silver-bright pistol gun embryo is used by craftsmen to process the gun embryo with files. This gun embryo is often a metal ingot of the same thickness as the pistol. The pistol handle, trigger, guard ring, and barrel part have been pre-processed on the metal ingot. The craftsmen use various tools to polish the gun embryo smoothly and drill holes. It is said that each craftsman can process eight pistol gun embryos every day, and each gun embryo earns fifty dollars.

Other parts of the pistol are processed in one go, such as body springs, sleeves, retractors and other parts. There is a workshop specializing in processing these small accessories in Tra Adidam Haier District. After the craftsmen assembled the other parts they wholesale, a complete AK47 pistol appeared...

In the pistol workshop here, you can copy any famous gun from all over the world, but the pistols made here only have similar appearance functions, and the shooting accuracy and gun life are not high. Fortunately, the prototype of the "May 4th Pistol" TT19301933 pistol (also known as the Russian Black Star) is a famous "unpredictable" pistol. Customers who purchase this "imitation version of imitation" gun often have no high requirements for shooting accuracy. Therefore, the most skilled craftsmen here are imitation of the "May 4th" - the largest local sales are also imitation of the "imitation version of the Russian Black Star"
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