Chapter 423:

On the streets of Latakia in September, the weather is a little hot, and the streets are crowded with people eager to get into air-conditioned rooms. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

Latakia is a Syrian coastal city next to the vast Mediterranean Sea, the fifth largest city in Syria, with a population of just over 200,000 and an area of nearly 600,000 square kilometers.

Among the major cities in Syria, Latakia is not the most prosperous, but it has a unique Mediterranean atmosphere that Damascus does not have.

As a tourist city, Latakia has never been short of tourists.

On this day, a unique person came to Latakia.

This person, at a glance, knew that he was not an Arab, or a Kurd. With deep-set eye sockets, brown hair mixed with white hair, and pale blue pupils, it's clear that he is not from the Middle East.

He was about forty or fifty years old, and he looked like an old man who was about to retire.

He is not at all noticeable, is not afraid of any threats, and looks like an ordinary person. Therefore, after checking his papers, the police happily let him go with a stack of dollars.

At this time, the police inadvertently chatted, and it was revealed from their mouths that this person turned out to be an American.

It turned out to be an American!

The people around him gave a shout of admiration, and then, because it was too loud to catch the attention of the American, he turned his head and stared at the policeman and the loud lazy man.

Hush!

The lazy man noticed the policeman's warning gaze, and immediately smiled, wanting to refute something, but he didn't say it after all, and then muttered unwillingly, and left here while underestimating.

What to see!

The police scanned back and forth with stern eyes, driving away the citizens from gossiping. The citizens scattered in all directions, and only the police remained in the center, happy with the thick euro in their arms.

No one noticed, the American had disappeared at the end of the street.

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Robin Hood doesn't like it here, the government is corrupt and degenerate, the police are selfish and greedy, and the rest is no different from many other places.

It's actually okay, and most importantly, it's backward and poor, with no delicious food, no celebratory feasts, and beautiful bikini beauties......

Robin Hood would never have come here if he could, but, who had made himself just a clerk, and that fat man with a barrel was his immediate boss.

Thinking of this mission, Robin Hood felt like he was up and down.

This task had not yet begun, but he was unexpectedly advanced by his boss like a stupid pig, didn't he know the consequences of doing so, not only did the mission have the possibility of failure, but also put him in danger, and he was more likely to be startled.

Stupid, stupid pig, fool......

Robin Hood believed he was capable, capable of half an hour without stopping, describing the fat-headed, big-eared boss in unrepetitive words.

But it didn't work, the task went on.

So, he traveled thousands of miles and crossed several borders to finally arrive at this nasty place. Not only that, but he also has to trade with greedy guys, and he has to look at people's ugly faces.

Fortunately, all this can be solved with money.

As he was about to arrive at the café, Robin Hood steadied himself, anxious to see the little guy and whether he was ready for a mission in the recent past.

At the intersection of Third Avenue, turn left for a hundred meters and turn right, and that café is.

There are several cafes in Latakia, and this one is the one Robin Hood has been to before, and there are no expensive cat poop and blue mountains, only cheap local rabes.

Well, it's already grateful to have this Robin Hood, it's better than nothing.

It's a little bit remote and rarely found unless someone leads the way, unless, of course, it's a local.

When Robin Hood rushes over, he finds that the café already has customers. He looked at the tattoo parlor next to him, where a middle-aged uncle was busy.

Inadvertently, Robin Hood and the tattoo artist glanced at each other, and both sides were silent and looked away. Immediately, Robin Hood followed his gaze and saw a person sitting by the window of the café.

I don't know if it's intentional or not, Robin Hood found that the position was the fixed position he sat in every time. The man was obviously a stranger, otherwise the locals would never have sat in that place that belonged to him.

The Chinese man sat motionless, slowly sipping coffee, well, there was a camera on the table, nothing else.

The important thing is that this young man should be a soldier at a glance, and he should have extraordinary force.

Seeing this, Robin Hood nodded with satisfaction, although he was not very satisfied with this person's complexion, but for now it can only be like this, Chinese is Chinese, and he has a lot of advantages over this white person.

Walking straight in, Robin Hood looked left and right, the café was still so lively, yes, he liked the atmosphere here.

I haven't been here for more than a month, Robin Hood thought so, strode over and sat directly in front of the Chinese. Then, he looked at his watch, and it was almost ten minutes.

So punctual every time.

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