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Mogadishu North is one of the most chaotic and complex districts in the capital. www.biquge.info Even if there is a ban on the political axe, there are still repeated prohibitions on fights, red light districts, and even casinos, and later the political axe side turned a blind eye to this, as long as these people do not cause social chaos and do not involve political issues, they will not be left alone.

Therefore, in the North District, there are still various underworld surname organizations. However, in the eyes of these black hostages, the most terrifying place in the North End is not the police station, but a two-story gray building.

The 'Somali National Security Agency', the gray building with this sign, is the place where those who walk in the shadows are most feared.

At the beginning, during the civil war, there were many powerful people in Mogadishu, but most of them entered this gray building and never came out.

This is the headquarters of the Somali Intelligence Ministry, which is divided into ground and underground buildings, with the upper floor being the normal civilian office area and the two floors underground, which is the real core of the Ministry.

The second basement floor is where the archives are stored, and the basement level is where the legendary devil lives - the Black Prison. A place dedicated to the detention and interrogation of those special prisoners.

On this day, there were several special guests in the black prison. Each of them, their faces were full of fear and despair, the legendary black prison gave too much deterrent to the dark side, it was a place where there was no entry and exit, it was said that everyone had to go through unimaginable torture after entering, and finally either could not bear the cruel torture and committed suicide, or was directly tortured to death, or was secretly executed.

As for these few people, their identities are not enough for the intelligence agencies to arrest and put them in black jails, and they are all spies, traitors and heinous criminals from other countries.

Soon, the desperate gang leaders were escorted to an interrogation room, where a bald black man with a fierce face was looking at them with a sinister smile, like an African lion looking at its delicious prey.

"Boss, spare your life...... We really didn't commit treason! Several gang leaders saw the bald heads, knelt down violently, wiped their noses and cried.

The bald head buttoned his nostrils, and his eyes squinted at a few boneless guys, his eyes full of disdain. These guys are far worse than those specially trained agents, and they are not fun at all. I was going to use some means, but it seems that I don't need it anymore.

"This time, I 'invited' you to come, because I have something to ask you, if the answer is good, you still have a chance to go back and be the boss, if you are not satisfied with the answer, then you should not go back." The bald head looked cold, and said quietly.

"We say...... Just ask, boss, as long as we know we can tell you all......" Several gang leaders begged with joyful faces. Regardless of the slightest, they look like victims who groveled and pleaded before them.

"Tell me, has anything special happened in the North District lately? Don't have more strangers, or fewer people. "The bald head has a deep gaze and a very 'kind' voice.

The North is one of the poorest districts in Mogadishu, where outsiders rarely come. As local land snakes, they know most of what is happening in this land.

Several people thought for a while, and then they competed to tell their findings. The bald head motioned to a subordinate next to him to write it down, and he himself made a preliminary analysis of what the gang leaders said, which were useful and which were useless.

"Wait...... You say there's a petty thief gang missing? When one of the gang leaders said something, the bald head immediately interjected.

The gang leader was stunned, and then overjoyed, he knew that as long as this 'boss' got what he wanted, he shouldn't embarrass them, so he nodded again and again, "Yes, there are five people in this theft gang, there are many such small gangs in the North District, and they have always had their own territory and places to make money. Every time, I grabbed the money and intimidated it and let it go. ”

The bald head stared at the gang leader, and from the other party's expression, it seemed that he was not lying.

"How do you know they're missing and not hiding?"

The gang leader smiled and explained, "Because three days ago it was the 'Nagong' term, and their gang had to pay part of the protection money at a fixed time every month on my territory. But they didn't show up this month. And the gang didn't show any signs of fleeing before, and there was no need to leave here, so I can be sure that they didn't leave or hide to avoid paying the money, something must have happened. ”

There is nothing surprising about the big fish eating the small fish in the underground world, and the same is true of this world even the society on the surface.

From the words of the gang leader, the bald head also understood. Mogadishu is now in a period of great development, and there is a lot of oil and water to be fished in the underground world, and the rest of Somalia is desperately poor, and it is certainly not as good as the capital, so there is no need for this gang to flee and hide because of 'Nagon', unless it intends to leave Somalia. But a few gangsters can't have any way to develop abroad.

The bald head glanced at several other gangsters, and the meaning was very obvious.

"Boss, it's not us who did it, several of us have an agreement, and we won't do anything to those small groups." Several gang leaders shook their heads and explained.

A large part of their income is collected from those small groups, and these small groups are equivalent to the foundation of their survival, so they have a secret agreement, everyone can compete with each other, but they cannot destroy the soil and foundation of everyone's survival.

From the eyes of several people, the bald head was sure that he was not lying. For them, the gang leaders, who doesn't have a life in their hands? You can't lie about it, if the bald head wants to deal with them, there is no need to find other excuses, if you lie, when the time comes, it will be found out, and what awaits them is definitely a dead end.

Who is the other party? Intelligence agent, it's all too easy to get a small case like this.

"You stay here for a few days, and only after we have confirmed what you have said can you go back." The bald head picked up the information compiled by his subordinates, stood up and said coldly, and then walked out of the interrogation room alone.

In Wang Ning's office, after reading the information sent by the bald head, he thought for a while and made a few phone calls. Soon, the huge and tight intelligence agency acted again, and soon, all the information about the missing five-person small group was sent to Wang Ning's desk.

According to the information, the group disappeared six days ago, and on that day, the leader of the group was also seen near the airport.

In other words, the disappearance of this group is likely due to an accident during the robbery of the 'fat sheep'. The thoughts in Wang Ning's mind became clearer and clearer, and he felt that he had inadvertently found a clue. But everything will not be known until it is confirmed.

Soon, Wang Ning obtained the surveillance data of Mogadishu city and the airport that day, and found the trace of the taxi of the disappeared group leader. Then, in the passenger information provided by the airport, Wang Ning identified a person who was likely responsible for the group's disappearance.

After seeing the faxed information of the target's passport, Wang Ning's eyes froze. The passport bears a female surname from Ireland who is 28 years old.

At the first glance of this woman, Wang Ning was a little skeptical, this woman could kill five gangsters?

In Mogadishu, the intelligence services are very strong and have the full support of the police and other units.

Pieces of intelligence and information are sent to the Intelligence Department's Analysis Center, where multiple intelligence analysts search for useful information in thousands of documents.

"Found it...... Got it. Suddenly, an intelligence analyst shouted happily with a stack of papers.

Wang Ning walked over and took the document, which was a file of the delivery room transaction. This Gale from Ireland? Ms. Litez, bought a villa in the beach house area two days ago.

Beach House Complex ...... Wait, isn't that where the boss lives?

Wang Ning's eyes shrank, all this is too coincidental, right? Could it be that this woman is an agent sent by Israel?

"Immediately inform me that the second team will go to the beach house area, and closely monitor Villa 15 and the owner of the villa, who has entered and exited the villa and who the owner of the villa has seen must be recorded and monitored." Wang Ning shouted an order at the bald head, ran back to his office, picked up the phone and dialed Li Mo's private mobile phone.

"The phone you dialed is not ...... service area" When this sentence came on the phone, Wang Ning's face changed. The boss Li Mo's mobile phone is specially made, and Mogadishu is not a famous mountain and deep in the river, how can there be no signal? Even with a general signal shielding device, it is impossible to block this special mobile phone signal, unless ...... However, Wang Ning didn't have time to think about it, and the first thing he thought of was that the boss was in danger. Israeli agents live next door to their bosses in the open, and with the unscrupulous way of doing things in order to achieve their goals, they are likely to take advantage of the loopholes.

Wang Ning threw down the phone and ran out of the office, took out his mobile phone and dialed the commander of the capital military region, Adam, telling him that the commander was in danger, and asked him to immediately send a helicopter to the seaside villa area for reinforcements, and then called Wang Ning, the captain of the Meteor Commando, the head of the Somali police department. Pola...... Soon, the sound of blaring sirens filled the night sky, and at the same time, fierce gunfire could be heard faintly in the southeastern suburbs of Mogadishu.

(To be continued)