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

Ryan was stunned for a moment by this answer, and then he laughed out loud, and then quickly cut off the communication.

It seems that An Feng can't help but be wary of this terrorist during this operation, and even the intelligence agency is one of the targets of his vigilance.

He refused to tell the intelligence agencies about his exact plan, timing, and manpower, and he even wanted to deny that he was in Peshawar...... 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 a bulletproof underwear, carried a small money box in his hand, and then carefully cleaned the room, anyway, there was no important luggage in his room, and the important things were in his "time door".

For Argyle, he is the same as An Feng, important things are stored in An Feng's "Time Gate", he also changed into a bulletproof underwear, a thick jacket, a Magnum, and an Uzi submachine gun, a dagger is placed in the boots, glasses to prevent snow blindness, in fact, tactical glasses, a thick cold-proof hat, is a bulletproof helmet.

When the two of them left, they also carefully cleaned the room with a vacuum cleaner to eliminate possible hair and skin debris in the room, and then carefully left their room...... Of course, Argyle still has a check-out that needs to be done in advance.

At this time, Argyle's Marauder off-road vehicle had been loaded into the "time gate", and the two of them each drove a Tata minicar made in India, leaving their respective residences, they all pretended to have lunch, An Feng drove the car and left the freight company, disappeared into the street not far away, walking, An Feng thought about it again, he abandoned the Tata car 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 Mushaal's rented house, and Argyle's Tata car was parked at the supermarket where Mushale worked.

Area 223 is about a two-and-a-half-day hike from Mount Agate, and if the army of escapees led by the Headmaster had gone fast, they should have reached Mount Onyx an hour before, and even if they walked slowly, they would have reached it by tonight at the latest...... But in reality, the gang encountered a man-made avalanche along the way, and all of them were buried under a thick layer of snow.

It's spring, and it's snow-melting season, and avalanche accidents are understandable.

Today, there is a slight snow in the sky, such a climate and such a season, there are fewer pedestrians on the street, An Feng does not think that he is poked here, he has not been noticed by anyone, he tries his best to shrink his body into the gap between the walls, to ensure that there are barriers on three sides of his body, only the open side is always within his sight.

An hour has passed, and at this time An Feng should have finished eating, originally he should have been able to work in a freight company, but now An Feng doesn't care about that job anymore, he reached out and took out a pack of cigarettes from his arms, which locals are used to smoking, tore open the cigarette case like a local, and took out a cigarette...... With his usual caution, he did not hold a cigarette like the locals did.

He took out a blue lapis lazuli cigarette holder from his arms, put the cigarette **** cigarette holder into the cigarette holder, lit the cigarette, and smoked it slowly - on the streets of Pakistan, there are many similar scenes presented, every time in the black market of weapons, the streets around the trading place have sentries like An Feng smoking on motorcycles. And An Feng's purpose in smoking is to make himself look like that, and the cigarette **** mouthpiece is to prevent the police from extracting saliva from the cigarette holder and then finding his DNA.

The cigarette was lit, and just after a few puffs, the unmanned reconnaissance plane in the sky reminded An Feng that there was a woman carrying a briefcase on the road below the slope who was walking in his direction, and the woman was walking very leisurely, holding a camera all the way to take pictures.

An Feng frowned slightly, he kicked off the motorcycle bracket and pushed the motorcycle for a few steps, trying to avoid the ...... of the people who came Camera. His current image can't stand up to scrutiny, although he is now dressed infinitely close to the locals, and his movements, dresses and body language are almost exactly the same as the locals, but a wolf in sheep's clothing is still a wolf after all.

If anyone takes him in the photo, they can still find a lot of doubts from this photo, such as the lapis lazuli cigarette holder in his hand now, such as the specially customized "ghost" land combat boots on his feet, such as his posture of standing against the wall, it is definitely a flawless, touch-and-shoot counterattack posture, only the most skillful mercenary will be accustomed to this most energy-saving, but can ensure that he is on the verge of a touch of posture, to carry out waiting and lurking tasks.

Walking around is different, An Feng hunched his back, hunched over, trying to push the motorcycle like a local, from the back, An Feng's movements are very tired, like a motorcyclist who has run out of gasoline and has to push the cart forward, and it is a motorcyclist who has been pushing the cart for a long time.

Peshawar is a mountain town, and it is a mountain town with an altitude of 4,000 meters, many streets have a slope of more than 60 degrees, and the woman who came down the slope was very elegantly dressed, a Prada black cashmere trench coat, a pair of indigo deerskin gloves, a light gray raccoon fur boat-shaped hat on her head, and a white rabbit fur ear guard, her face rippled with a happy smile, a little light gasp, so that the exhaled breath formed a faint white mist in front of her eyes.

Her nose is very delicate, her skin is very fair, and she does not wear sunglasses to prevent snow blindness, so An Feng can see the beautiful black eyes of the other party from the monitor, she took two steps, just showed her hat on the slope and stood still, raised the camera in her hand to take a picture of the house across the road and then buried her head to check the effect of her shooting.

At this moment, a motorcycle sound sounded from another street, the motorcycle was not in a hurry, so the sound of the exhaust pipe was very even, An Feng heard the sound of the exhaust pipe, he sighed softly, stopped moving forward, turned around and turned the head of the motorcycle, and walked back.

About five steps away, An Feng could already see the shoulder of the woman down the slope, only to see the woman raise the camera again, press the shutter again at the target she had just shot, and at this time, a motorcycle drove out of the ramp behind the woman, and the motorcyclist held the handlebar with one hand and the other hand in his arms.

An Feng saw the motorcyclist appear, he immediately let go of the hand holding the motorcycle, and after freeing his hands, his body retreated backwards to the corner, at this time the woman opposite found An Feng's nervousness, she raised her eyes and smiled at An Feng, very beautiful and quiet.

This is a white-collar woman in her thirties, full of high-end brand-name goods, after he smiled at An Feng, he heard the sound of a motorcycle getting closer and closer behind him, and was about to turn his head to look back, and at this moment, the motorcyclist from behind had already stretched out the hand in his arms, and the hand held an imitation five-four pistol, this person's motorcycle has been maintaining a constant speed, the woman's head in the photo has just twisted halfway, her temple almost hit the muzzle, and the gunman immediately pulled the trigger without hesitation.

The sound of gunfire echoed in the street, the woman fell down softly, and the gunman turned his gaze to An Feng, at this time A Feng also appeared in his hand with a black Beretta pistol, and the two eyes collided with each other, the man gave An Feng a warning look, and the motorcycle suddenly stopped, and then the person bowed, and the whole body disappeared on the road down the slope.

Five seconds later, the sound of the motorcycle moving came again, but the man's body part was no longer exposed on the slope, exposed to An Feng's gun, 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 the motorcycle faded away, and An Feng knew that the pause of the motorcycle just now was to pick up the woman's camera. The motorcyclist also knew the unspoken rules, so he didn't provoke An Feng's bottom line again, took the camera and immediately bowed away.

The light snow was still falling, and after the gunshots, no one looked into the street again, no one was curious, no one was nosy, and the surveillance signal showed that there was no one nearby who even called the police.

This is Peshawar, Asia's largest black-market arms trading city.

The woman who died, either too stupid or overconfident, this city is not a tourist city, every tourist who comes here has a purpose, the woman who was killed just now may be a dazed and ignorant tourist, or maybe some special person with a mission to play the role of a tourist. If she is the former, she actually breaks in without knowing the local situation, and casually uses the camera to shoot something she shouldn't photograph, then being killed by others is also an inevitable end.

If the latter is the case, she is entering the area with a special mission, then the diplomats of her country are all wine bags and rice bags, because conventionally speaking, even if ordinary tourists want to enter Peshawar, the embassy must march to dissuade them, and if the dissuasion fails, they must introduce a little local taboo - for example, in Peshawar, you must not take out your camera on the street, and when you answer the phone, you must not point the mobile phone screen at people, otherwise it is suicide.

To be honest, just now, even An Feng was thinking about how to seize the other party's camera if he was photographed in the camera, let alone those real extremists.

This unexpected appearance made An Feng no longer able to stay where he was, he had already faced the motorcycle gunman, according to the rules of the industry, another group of people would come over afterwards, at least observe An Feng, if possible, or apologize, or expel him...... Of course, there must be a large number of people who come later, and if An Feng stays where he is, he must give the other party a reasonable reason, otherwise An Feng is the eyewitness they need to eliminate.

The accident forced him to leave his rented house, and he turned a street corner, parked his motorcycle on the side of the road, and went into a roadside teahouse to drink tea for an hour, when suddenly, the fat woman transferred a phone call.

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

A hoarse voice came out on the phone: "Mr. Shah, I am looking for Mushale, I am his friend." ”

An Feng stood up calmly, took out a half-old wallet, threw a few banknotes on the table, and walked out of the teahouse expressionlessly, when he was at the door, he tidied up the fur hat on his head, and when he stepped out of the teahouse, the phone in the supermarket paused for a while, it seemed that Mushale grabbed the phone, and he asked flatly: "Who is looking for me?" ”

At this time, the eavesdropping has entered the real-time communication, and the computer kitten quickly shows the phone number that comes in, which is an external long-distance call, and occupies the satellite data communication port, so only the satellite data port number is displayed.

"I'm Onyx Mountain, and I have an emergency, because things are too complicated, and I can't explain them in codeword......"

Mushale quickly turned on the receiver of the phone, apologized to the supermarket owner for leave, pointed to the telephone and said, "It was my uncle who called, and I have relatives who want to come to Peshawar." ”

The voice on the phone paused at this time, and the supermarket owner nodded very gentlemanly, consciously distanced himself from the telephone, and said: "Try to make a long story short, it's work time." ”

Now that lunch time has long passed, the work of the supermarket is not busy, and the boss has left the counter. After going to the shelves to tidy up the shelves, Mushale waited for the boss to walk away and whispered into the phone: "Go on, I'm listening." ”

A voice rang on the telephone: "Our guests are expected to arrive three hours ago, and two hours ago we sent out a greeting party, and our greeting party has gone far away, but there is no trace of the team, I think something may have happened to them." ”

Mushale looked out the window and whispered, "It's snowing here." ”

The voice on the phone immediately retorted: "But we have a clear sky here, shouldn't they be delayed for so long?" …… Herders told us that two days ago they had heard the sound of a crossfire in the mountains, and that they had also heard violent and rapid explosions. ”

Mushale smiled, nodded at the boss who was looking here, and said unintentionally, "When did my uncle inform you of this?" ”

When did Onyx Mountain relay this news to the Gilgit Contact Point?

"Just now, 12 minutes ago."

"Do you need me to tell my uncle the news?"

The other party pondered for a moment and hesitated: "After the accident at the (training) school, we have never had any information, what happened there, I think, someone urgently needs to know - so far, no one has reported it, this is not normal." ”

Mushale kept a smile on his face and replied, "Okay, I'll inform my uncle right away." ”

Mushal put down the phone and quickly asked the boss for a reason to ask for leave, and the boss smiled and waved at Mushaal: "Go and go back quickly." ”

When Mushal was gone, the boss returned to the cash register, and he immediately reached out from under the cash counter...... A voice recorder, fiddling with the recorder in his hand, then stuffing a headphone into his ear and starting to play the voice recorded in the voice recorder...... The bugging device installed by An Feng was exposed.

All eavesdropping devices are emitting radios outward, and for such radio signals, it is not necessary to detect the presence of a bugging device - one horn is enough. Just as a mobile phone can make a noise when it comes close to the speaker, the boss's voice recorder can make the voice recorder whistle even if it does not record Mushale's conversation, as long as it remains on.

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

The boss craned his neck to see that another supermarket employee, the eleven or twelve-year-old, was still tidying up the shelves, standing on his stool, and then jumped onto the counter table, he unscrewed the monitor probe, checked the monitor himself, and found nothing unusual on the monitor. Only then did he restore the monitor, but he immediately removed the power cord from the monitor and turned off the monitoring probe.

But the boss didn't know what to say, although he turned off the monitoring probe, and the monitor did not transmit the surveillance screen to the computer screen hidden inside the counter, but it still transmitted images to Argyle and An Feng along the telephone line, and at this time, Argyle followed behind Mushal who was riding a donkey, and An Feng went around in front of Mushal in advance according to the direction Mushal was walking, waiting for Mushal to appear slowly.

Mushale made a direct journey in the direction of the Tla'adi Dam Khair district, an AK-47 exclusive district, inhabited by several large aristocrats and outlying by the Caucasian immigrant settlement.

It is said that in the arms market in the Tla'adi Dam Hail district, the price of AK-47 varies greatly depending on the origin, among which the German-made AK-47 has the highest retail price, generally at 12. 50,000 rupees ($1,500), Iranian-made AK-47 retails for 3. 50,000 rupees (US$420), while local gunsmiths in the Tra'adi Dam Hail district have the lowest retail price of AK-47s as low as 1. Rs 30,000 ($156).

In addition, a national version of the AK-47 sells for a slightly higher price than the local brand, but less than the Iranian version, and is about the second-lowest price in the local market - price 2. Rs 50,000 ($300).

An Feng, who came to this area in advance, walked along the streets and saw the gunsmiths at work in the workshops, these gunsmiths did not shy away from the visitation of guests, and the tools they used were simple, a blanket was spread on the ground, and the craftsmen sat cross-legged on the blanket, a vise in front of them, and then various files.

The silver pistol embryo, which is often a piece of metal ingot of the same thickness as a pistol, has been pre-machined with a pistol grip, trigger, retainer, and barrel, and the craftsmen use various tools to polish the pistol embryo smooth, drill holes, and holes, and it is said that each craftsman can produce eight pistol embryos a day, and each embryo earns fifty dollars.

Other parts of the pistol are machined in one step, such as the body spring, sleeve, retractor, etc., and there are workshops in the Traadidam'er district that specialize in the processing of these small parts, and after the craftsmen assemble the other parts that have been wholesaled, a complete AK-47 pistol appears......

In the pistol workshop here, you can copy any famous gun from all countries in the world, but the pistols made here only have similar functions in appearance, and the shooting accuracy and lifespan of the firearm are not high. However, fortunately, the prototype of the "May Fourth Pistol" TT1930/1933 pistol (also known as the Russian-style Blackstar) is famous for "hitting inaccurately", and customers who buy this "imitation of the imitation" gun often do not have high requirements for shooting accuracy, so the most skilled craftsmen here are the imitation of the "May Fourth" - the largest local sales are also the imitation of this "imitation of the Russian Blackstar".

An Feng walked into a workshop, picked up a pistol that he had just completed, and looked out along the crosshair on the gun - in the direction of the muzzle, Mushale appeared slowly on a donkey, and not far behind him was a slow-moving Indian-made Tata car. At the same time, in the supermarket, the boss grabbed the phone and began to disassemble the telephone...... $156).

In addition, a national version of the AK-47 sells for a slightly higher price than the local brand, but less than the Iranian version, and is about the second-lowest price in the local market - price 2. Rs 50,000 ($300).

An Feng, who came to this area in advance, walked along the streets and saw the gunsmiths at work in the workshops, these gunsmiths did not shy away from the visitation of guests, and the tools they used were simple, a blanket was spread on the ground, and the craftsmen sat cross-legged on the blanket, a vise in front of them, and then various files.

The silver pistol embryo, which is often a piece of metal ingot of the same thickness as a pistol, has been pre-machined with a pistol grip, trigger, retainer, and barrel, and the craftsmen use various tools to polish the pistol embryo smooth, drill holes, and holes, and it is said that each craftsman can produce eight pistol embryos a day, and each embryo earns fifty dollars.

Other parts of the pistol are machined in one step, such as the body spring, sleeve, retractor, etc., and there are workshops in the Traadidam'er district that specialize in the processing of these small parts, and after the craftsmen assemble the other parts that have been wholesaled, a complete AK-47 pistol appears......

In the pistol workshop here, you can copy any famous gun from all countries in the world, but the pistols made here only have similar functions in appearance, and the shooting accuracy and lifespan of the firearm are not high. However, fortunately, the prototype of the "May Fourth Pistol" TT1930/1933 pistol (also known as the Russian-style Blackstar) is famous for "hitting inaccurately", and customers who buy this "imitation of the imitation" gun often do not have high requirements for shooting accuracy, so the most skilled craftsmen here are the imitation of the "May Fourth" - the largest local sales are also the imitation of this "imitation of the Russian Blackstar".

An Feng walked into a workshop, picked up a pistol that he had just completed, and looked out along the crosshair on the gun - in the direction of the muzzle, Mushale appeared slowly on a donkey, and not far behind him was a slow-moving Indian-made Tata car. At the same time, in the supermarket, the boss grabbed the phone and began to disassemble the telephone......