"Fugitive murderers are a good excuse, a shortcut to the Middle East underpass." Xiao Rin nodded.

"You're playing with your life!"

"Now all the information is broken, and just now, I found the mark left by the Nighthawk, but I disappeared into this slum." After Xiao Rin revealed a few doubts, he coldly announced his decision: "Entering the Middle East, we will have no follow-up power of the Dragon Soul, from this moment on, we are just an ordinary person, don't expect anyone to support us, Jordan is the only clue we can find." ”

"General, who are we waiting for?" Miao Shaoqing suddenly asked, he also had a doubt in his heart, although he was very confident in his tracking skills, but the other party was not a lame character, it was impossible not to find it at all.

"I have a question, who is excluding dissidents for us?" Maybe others don't feel much about this, but Miao Shaoqing has a deep experience.

"Whatever his purpose is, as long as it doesn't get in the way of us." Xiao Rin was silent for a while, then raised his head: "Prepare me a topographical map of the casino and a map of the entire sewer system in Amman." ”

A new day begins a new day, and it was such an early morning when the sun was shining downward, and someone let out a scream of fear.

A middle-aged woman walks through the alley as she usually does, preparing to go to another market. However, on the street that should have belonged to the ordinary, there were four corpses lying horizontally, and the hot air emitted the stench of blood, and even though it had been separated for a while, it still couldn't dispel the smell of blood.

"Allah truly bless!" The women were thinking in small pieces because of fear, and the surrounding residents opened their windows because of the screams, but they closed again because of the strong smell of blood, and people who were not afraid of things began to gather around the corpses, and some of them had already picked up the phone to call the police. The quiet of the morning is completely shattered, and different speculations begin to wander through the crowd, and it will not be long before the murder case will be reported to be divine, and the fear will slowly sink into people's hearts. The police will open a case for investigation. At the same time, the masterminds behind these deceased will spread some clues and point the finger at the suspect.

Hehe! A man whose face was covered by a black veil watched coldly** After driving to the scene, he disappeared into the crowd. It won't be long before his avatars will be all over Amman, and what to do with them after that is not something he has to worry about.

The sun in the Middle East is so hot that even with a headscarf, you can feel like you're about to be roasted. Walking through the merchants, it was the first place he found the Nighthawk's mark, a horizontal isosceles triangle. In the middle are some paintings, and in the eyes of passers-by, it looks like a totem, but in Xiao Rin's eyes, it is just a word.

With the code marked, the second place is next to an incense and candle shop not far away. Just like last night when I touched it with my fingertips, there was only a triangle and no message was left on it. Xiao Rin squatted at the door of the incense and candle hall, and the whole person was tightly wrapped. Looks like a complete tramp. The originally delicate skin is coated with a layer of mud oil, which is a special modification technology made by Dragon Soul, which can make a young skin age dozens of years in an instant.

Baba's texture was dry and dry, his fingers were holding local cigarettes, and his cloudy eyes were fixed on a certain spot, and there were many such homeless people in Amman, all of whom had fled from other countries. Battles between nations have displaced the people.

Opposite the incense and candle shop is a temple, and there are many people who come to worship. To the left of the temple is an open space, which is supposed to belong to the boundaries of the temple, and to the right of the temple is a bathhouse, which is nothing special. The Nighthawk will leave a signal here for its purpose, to mark and must be to guide the way, and it can also tell the story of something or someone. Nighthawk didn't know who was coming. What is left is just a reminder or a hint. …,

The old man stretched and got up from the ground: "Can you give a bowl of water to drink?" ”

The owner of the candle shop, a woman, took a small cup with a little water and handed it to the old man.

"Thank you!"

The pilgrimage to the temple had begun, the chanting was slowly sounding, and the old man sat cross-legged with his palms up against the stone slab. Like a believer, baptized in the favor of the Lord.

The group came out of the bathroom and entered the temple, and the people walking in the middle did not look very old, between thirty and thirty-five years old, and there were seven or eight people around them, and the way they walked were all basic people, most likely local special forces or soldiers who had joined the army. This person is very different from the beard he saw last night, and he exudes fierceness all over his body.

The young man looked back behind him and walked into the temple, the old man bowing his head and chanting slowly.

"See, that's Hassan." I don't know when a few women stood beside them, also wrapped in thick headscarves.

"The leader of the underground organization in Amman." One of the women had a very nice voice, and the old man couldn't help but look at her a few more times.

"This can't be nonsense, he's the richest man in Amman." Another woman who was a little fat hurriedly interjected and didn't let the other party continue: "The last time a reporter was killed just by asking this question, it is rumored that Hassan did it. ”

"Don't you think such a man is dangerous and attractive?"

"Girls, this young man comes to this bath every day to make a pilgrimage to the temple after cleansing." The proprietress of the incense candle shop winked at these women amusefully, in the Middle East women are not allowed to talk to men, they have no status to speak of, let alone can enter and exit a bath, women have their own passages and entertainment places, and it is even more offensive to talk about a man like this. The old man staggered to his feet, his numb legs and feet looking a little unsharp.

"Thank you! Thank you! May God Allah bless you. After the old man handed the cup back to the proprietress of the incense and candle shop, he walked forward step by step against the white wall.

"It's really pitiful, I heard that there was a murder at the World Trade Center in the morning, and several people died."

"Hmm...... Oh, yes! ”

There are always a lot of topics for women, and each episode is unrelated, and the way of thinking jumps is difficult to understand. Further down are the slums, where the difference between the rich and the poor is immediately revealed. The filthy streets smell of rancidity, and the crowds of Julou are huddled together, and traces of drug use can be seen everywhere, and although the drug trade is illegal here, there are always people who can bring prohibited items into the country.

The old man shuffled his feet and moved forward step by step, some people would raise their heads to look at him, others would indulge in their own world, and the pace here was surprisingly slow...... ）