Next, An Feng quietly floated to the top of the wall near the power cord - the power cord of this house was open wire, wrapped in black tape at the fork of the wire...... It's good to have this thing, you don't even need to cover it up.

An Feng took out a matte pin from the "time gate", unscrewed the needle and thread at the end of the pin, inserted one end into the power live wire, and the other end into the neutral wire, and then pressed the entire pin head into the black tape, so that a device that uses local power supply and can be continuously monitored is completed. As long as no one takes it down, it will work until the end of the world.

After doing all this, Mushaal's footsteps suddenly came from the stairwell of the unit, and he muttered as he went upstairs: "Who is it in the end?" I don't have a beginning or an end to say this......"

An Feng blew to the door like a gust of wind, quickly opened the door, ran into the corridor, followed the ceiling of the corridor, scurried like a gecko, and quickly rushed to the upper stairs, and then, he watched Mushale walk into this floor on the surveillance image, took out the key, and opened the door unhappily - at this time, An Feng was annoyed that he was moving slowly, so that he did not install a bugging device in the phone, because as soon as Mushale entered the house, the first thing he did was to grab the phone.

Mushaal, who was holding the phone, pressed the phone's spring and thought, and after a long time, he reached out and dialed a number unfirmly, and after the phone rang three times, Mushal quickly slapped the spring and pressed the phone. Ten seconds later, he released the phone fork spring and pressed the number redial button.

This time, he repressed the phone after it rang four times.

Immediately afterwards, Mushale sat down at the telephone with a pensive face, staring at the telephone without saying a word...... After a few minutes, the phone finally rang, and Mushal grabbed the phone and said cautiously, "I'm Mushale." ”

Since there was no bugging device in the telephone, An Feng couldn't hear what was said on the other end of the phone, he pondered for a while, rolled his eyes, turned over and jumped down the upper stairs, and then pretended to be a troublemaker, leisurely walked to the floor where Mushale was, and looked at the telephone line in the house - this old-fashioned residential building, telephone lines, network cables, and power lines, all of which are open lines.

At this time, Mushal spoke again, and he continued to whisper into the phone: "Just now an inexplicable phone call came in, saying that there is a business to look for me...... You know, he said the code. You, are you all normal there? ”

I don't know what Lu Dao said on the phone, Mushal nodded and immediately responded: "Okay, I'll go over now." ”

At this time, An Feng had already gone down to the basement, and when he heard Mushale's answer in the listening equipment, he quickly raised his hand and released three spy flies and seven or eight spy bugs.

Mushaal, who had seen the room put on his thick coat again, looked around the room, found a large plastic bag, and then folded the plastic bag and put it in his pocket, then opened the door and walked into the corridor.

As soon as he appeared in the hallway, several spy flies immediately landed on his back, while five or six spy bugs jumped onto his pants and into the folds of his clothes, while the remaining spy bugs followed the door wind into Mushaal's house......

When Mushale walked down the stairs, An Feng calmly opened the phone line integration box at home, he quickly looked for the phone line belonging to Mushaal, and then installed a signal transponder on the phone line. When Mushale walked out into the street, An Feng re-entered the rooftop terrace and climbed to the top of the terrace.

There are several satellite antennas installed on the roof of this building, as well as messy TV antennas, and An Feng calmly moved a little bit on one of the TV antennas to convert this antenna into a signal transponder. After some adjustments, the spy insect on Mushaal's body sent a surveillance signal.

Mushale walked into a supermarket — not the one where he worked, where he had purchased nearly half of his cart of groceries filled with the large plastic bags he carried. Then, carrying the large plastic bag full of it, Mushal walked slowly down the street, walking very carefully, walking all the way along the corner, stopping and stopping, taking a break from time to time, and looking back vigilantly behind him.

Walking up and down uneven mountain roads, drilling alleys and crossing small bridges, Mushale walked through a long maze of roads before entering a residential building near the AH-1 highway...... This AH-1 highway stretches all the way to the border and is known as "National Highway 314" within another country.

At this time, An Feng and Argyle had already followed behind, following for about forty minutes.

Mushale got into one of the residential units, he walked to the third floor before stopping, and then knocked on the door of one of the residential areas, and the family opened the door and asked carefully: "Are you sure there is no tail behind you?" ”

Mushale replied in a whisper: "The streets are quiet, it's this time, it's eight o'clock, and no one comes out to hang out." ”

During this season, the snow on Peshawar Street has not yet melted, and it is difficult for a stalker not to make a sound if he gets too close and steps on the snow, so Mushale said that the street is quiet, which means: he did not hear the footsteps of the stalker.

The city of Peshawar is very large, because this is a mountain city, so the dwellings here, the walls are built very thick, although the spy insects have dexterous specialty, but because of the small body size, the signal transmission distance is not long, so An Feng and Argyle can only chase behind, in order to ensure that they can receive the signal smoothly.

Luckily, the shoes they wore were embedded with "zero-gravity" steel plates, so although they seemed to be walking on foot, in fact, their shoes were always at a certain distance from the ground, and there were no footprints left on the snow, of course, they walked quietly like ghosts. It's not so much that they're walking, it's that they're floating.

The man who opened the door quickly opened the door, and Mushal quickly passed through the door with a bag full of food, and then, the person who opened the door stood by the door, listening attentively to the movement in the corridor, and as Mushale entered the room, the picture in the living room could also be seen through the surveillance screen: a middle-aged man walked quickly to the window, opened the curtain and observed the movement on the street.

There was no movement on the street, An Feng and Argyle stopped at a distance of 100 meters from Mushale, Argyle stood on the corner of the street and covered An Feng with his huge body, while An Feng pretended to be an obsessive person who never left his mobile phone for a moment, staring at the monitoring screen in his hand that looked like a mobile phone, and muttered: "What about the nearby restaurant?" There are so few internet users here that no one reviews the nearby restaurants. ”

The doorman stood by the door and waited for a while, then closed the door quietly. After returning to the living room, he nodded to the person in front of the window, and at this time, Mushal put down the food bag in his hand and asked with a sunny face: "How are they doing today?" ”

There were two men living in the house, who seemed to be brothers, for they were both somewhat similar in appearance, one of them in his forties, and the other in his early thirties, the man who opened the door to Mushaal.

The middle-aged man in his forties replied: "They are quiet, do you need to go over and meet them?" ”

At this time, An Feng commanded a few idle spy insects on his mobile phone to crawl down from Mushale and lurk in this room, only to see Mushale shaking his head: "I'd better cough, it's better to show up in front of them as little as possible." Nothing happened, I'll go."

The middle-aged man in his forties nodded and patiently advised: "Be careful all the way." ”

Mushale waved goodbye, and walked back all the way, An Feng and Argyle hurriedly went around to another alley to avoid colliding with each other, and when Mushale walked out of the street, An Feng and Argyle touched each other's eyes, Argyle copied his hands, pretending to follow Mushale leisurely, and An Feng activated the spy insects that stayed in the house.

I saw the middle-aged man in his forties, standing in front of the window all the time, staring out the window. In fact, at this time, the night was dark, there were not many street lights on the street, and the middle-aged man couldn't turn on anything at all, but it was estimated that Mushale walked out of the street, and the middle-aged man left the window.

At this time, the man in his early thirties who had opened the door picked up the grocery bag left by Mushal and turned and walked towards the bedroom, where the spy insect followed the man's footsteps and crawled into the bedroom without attracting attention, and then the bedroom door opened.

There were two single beds in the bedroom, the single bed was only a simple four-legged table, and when the door opened, two people sat on the two beds, one of them was actually black, and the other looked like a white man, but these two people also had arabesque beards, and their hair was very long and messy, and their faces seemed to have not been washed for a long time, and their eyes were dull.

The man who came in with the shopping bag did not care to put the whole bag of food on the table, and the two people in the room did not say a word, each of them moved with the shopping bag sluggishly, and when the shopping bag fell on the table, the thirty-year-old man muttered, turned around calmly, and then calmly closed the bedroom door, and then locked it.

At this time, two spy insects have crawled into the closed bedroom just now, as the insects moved, the scene in the bedroom, 360 degrees scanned, the bedroom windows are decorated with iron fences, the bedroom door is also equipped with a strong cross lock, the two people in the bedroom are like prisoners.

But the guards didn't seem to care about their aggression, such as bags full of food, including tin cans, glass cans, of course, some plastic bags, and some detergents, but the two guards didn't even open the packaging, and directly let the prisoners use it themselves.

An Feng knows at least three recipes for making explosives with laundry detergent, detergent can be used to make incendiary bombs, as for the canned iron box, it is more versatile, it can be used to sharpen knives, it can be used to make keys, if the prisoner inside is An Feng, An Feng can guarantee that he has at least a dozen ways to kill the two guards and escape from the cage.

Peshawar, the city of Peshawar, which is also the center of global kidnapping, is said to be where hostages kidnapped by extremists from all over the world are held, and according to the statistics of the intelligence agency of the United States, the ransom income of extremists in kidnapping cases is about 1.2 billion US dollars a year.

The city of Peshawar is too big, the inhabitants of the city have taken the meat guards as a side income, and the two apparent foreigners, fleeing into the streets, seem to have no other way out than to be caught again, and no one will take them in in the city, and perhaps that's why they are too lazy to escape.

Of course, another reason why the kidnappers are not in a hurry to flee may be that the kidnappers extorted the ransom money, which was not paid by them and their families. Governments all examine the idea that it is the duty and responsibility of the government to protect taxpayers, and when taxpayers in their own countries are harmed by crimes, the responsibility lies with the government, and it is the government that has not fulfilled its obligation to protect, so the government must compensate the victims.

In this case, no matter how much ransom the kidnappers demand, the kidnappers are not worried, and the government wants to educate taxpayers with a high-sounding voice: life is above all else. If you are kidnapped, the money will be paid by the government, and you just have to cooperate with the kidnappers and save your life.

The kidnapping ticket educated in this way is, of course, the favorite of the kidnappers...... An Feng depressedly took photos of these two people through spy insects, recorded the location of these two people's cells by the way, and on the way back, he sent these two photos out of the country - he came to Peshawar, and Ruien helped wipe his butt in the back, so he had to repay him a little. Let him inform him of this information, so that he can receive the gratitude of his family.

"The two people in the photograph are French, they have disappeared in India, and the two men are employed by the Food and Agriculture Organization of the United Nations who have been missing for a year and seven months since they were lost in an aid operation.

Fourteen months ago, the French government was informed that the two men had been kidnapped, and their families had since received the news that the French government had been operating behind the scenes and was ready to pay the ransom, but because the other party had raised the ransom three times, the deal has not yet been concluded.

As you know, our aim is not to advocate the payment of honorariums to terrorists, because that encourages kidnapping. So, if it's convenient for you, please rescue them by the way...... Of course, you know what I mean, this kind of thing should not make a big fuss, it is better to do it quietly. Afterwards, you will get a sincere thank you from the French intelligence services......"

An Feng smiled bitterly and shook his head: "I have handed over this matter, I reported their location to you, and I will not participate in the next thing, however, I don't want you to act now, it will interfere with my plans." ”

Ryan was silent for a moment, and then he asked calmly, "Are you still carrying out Order One?" ”

An Feng replied decisively: "Yes." ”

"That said, Target One didn't die in Area 223."

An Feng's answer to this was: "I don't know what to do." ”

This answer actually told Ryan the answer - An Feng refused to admit that Area 223 was his own doing, so he insisted that he did not know what was happening in Area 223 of Ludao, he was now in Peshawar, and he was still carrying out Order No. 1.

This means that the number one target is likely to be in Peshawar.

Ryan took a breath, "What kind of support do you need?" ”

"Don't use your intelligence agents, your intelligence agents are lurking in the local area, their identities are not a secret in the local area."

Ryan thought for a moment and replied, "Then I'll send a new support team over as a black market arms dealer, and if you need their strength, they will provide you with this support." ”

An Feng did not refuse Ryan's help, of course, he didn't want his actions to be monitored by Ryan at all times, and the support team could come if they wanted, maybe it could serve as a smoke bomb.

After Mushale returned to his residence, he seemed very quiet, he cooked alone, quietly finished the meal alone, and brushed the used plates and bowls, An Feng noticed that this guy also has the habit of wiping his fingerprints with his hands, after he finished eating, he used to wipe all the faucets, stoves, etc. that he had touched, and even the open cupboard door, he had to wipe it clean, as for the cleaned plates, this guy was wrapped in a clean cloth and put it in the cupboard, and he wiped the handle of the cupboard afterwards.

Mushale lay down, An Feng could not sleep, he sneaked into the supermarket where Mushale was again, set up more reliable and long-lasting surveillance equipment, and then also manipulated the TV antenna on the roof of the supermarket, and then returned to his house...... Of course, the next monitoring work can be handed over to the computer kitten, and the monitoring of the intelligent computer can be done twenty-four hours a day.

When the sun rose the next day, An Feng dressed up, pushed open the door and went to work, at this time Argyle turned on the computer in his room, and his computer screen was divided into three screens, which were the prisoner's hut, Mushaal's bedroom, and the surveillance screen of Mushaal's supermarket.

An Feng's place of work is not far from his small building, from his small building, walk about half a street, turn left at the T-junction is the freight company, diagonally opposite the freight company is the supermarket where Mushale works - the owner of the supermarket when An Feng first arrived, just like the freight company staff asked An Feng about the situation.

The first day of the new staff to the unit is very busy, to be familiar with the various positions, to be familiar with the company's relevant staff, fortunately the scale of this freight company is not large, belonging to the company of only nine employees, although the company also has some porters, but the latter is a temporary worker, do not need to remember their first name.

By noon, An Feng had settled down, and he was patrolling the two warehouses under his jurisdiction, listening to the introduction of the warehouse keeper and paying attention to the situation in Mushale. A bug has been installed on the phone of the supermarket where Mushale is located, and although the supermarket phone rings non-stop during this time, Argyle did not notice any unusual expression of Mushale, and there was no sensitive information in the content of the call.

At noon, several Asian employees hired by Tornado Mercenary Company arrived in the city of Peshawar, they were also An Feng's support force, but An Feng did not contact them, this group of people was divided into three small teams, distributed in different corners of the city, quietly waiting for An Feng's orders.

In the evening, Ryan's emergency call came in again, at this time An Feng was on his way home, and Argyle handed over the surveillance work, pretending to be a pleasure seeker to go to the bar to have fun, the image of the two abductees last night frightened Argyle, he did not plan to go to the streets alone, only to spend time in the entertainment venue owned by the hotel.

"I have sent the photographs of the two kidnappers to the French authorities, but those Gallic roosters are stubborn, they warn us and forbid us to take any action harmful to the hostages, and they also refuse our dissuasion and insist on ransom the hostages...... Well, you don't have to worry about the hostages, their presence won't affect your actions - the support team is already in place. When are you going to act? ”