Chapter 422:

In September, on the streets of Syria, slightly dry and hot coastal city of Latakia. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

Overhead, the sun was enough to bask people, and the asphalt road under their feet was steaming in the sun, but a group of people were fighting in the streets, punching and kicking with sticks, but fortunately they did not use guns.

The street is deserted, and some passers-by pass by and avoid it far away, for fear of harming the pond fish. There are also people who look at the excitement and shout and cheer on the side, like the Spartan gladiatorial arena.

These two groups are none other than the Arabs, the main ethnic group in Syria, one of whom is a Sunni Muslim and the other a Shia Muslim.

If anyone knows anything about the Syrian government, he should know that the family of Syrian President Bashar al-Assad is Alawite, and that they are the smallest minority of people in the country who dominate the country.

This is one of the reasons for the civil war in Syria, where the opposition demanded the resignation of President Bashar al-Assad.

Syria's economy was not bad, with agriculture, oil, processing and tourism, but oil is running out, population is growing too fast, and unemployment is rising.

This, in turn, exacerbated the clashes between the opposition and government forces.

Syria's economy is not good, it receives a lot of foreign aid, and its per capita income is low. At the same time, due to the impact of the recent outbreak of civil war, it has led to social chaos, a large amount of social wealth has been depleted, and the economy has been in a long-term slump.

Syrians rarely get a well-paid job, especially in the eastern desert region of Tedermur. In the western cities, it is better, and Latakia is relatively good.

The situation in Syria is complicated, especially after the outbreak of the civil war, the society has been in chaos, fights and fires are not common, and the police do not want to pay attention to these people who have nowhere to vent their energy.

Syria is predominantly Arab, with more than 80 percent of the country's population, with Sunnis being the majority.

Demonstrations were frequent in Latakia before the outbreak of the civil war, and since the outbreak of the civil war, such incidents have been in full swing.

This scene is common on the streets of Latakia, and people who pass by are not surprised, and those who do good things point their fingers and bet on which side wins. This should not be an Arab, it should be an Armenian or a Turk.

For Xiao Mubai, he doesn't care what will happen to these people, even if he dies, it has nothing to do with him.

Xiao Mubai paid attention to a person, that person was shirtless, in his twenties, he should be an unemployed young man, and he was very powerful when he fought.

This is nothing, Xiao Mubai paid attention to a mark on his arm, that mark, that mark is what Captain Bertrand said, the person who joins the joint will show that mark.

So, if nothing else, that person should be related to the person who joined the joint, and it is very likely that it is him.

According to Captain Bertrand's description, the person who joined the joint would issue a sign and lead him out to meet him. During his time on the streets, even if there were people from the Syrian government army, Xiao Mubai would not be afraid.

Unless, someone from the Russian side, to be precise, someone from the Federal Foreign Intelligence Service, the Russian intelligence agency.

Xiao Mubai unintentionally held a camera and glanced around from time to time, looking like an ordinary tourist. It's just that the glint that flashes in his eyes from time to time indicates that this is not an ordinary person.

Xiao Mubai, who was floating around, did not attract anyone's attention, even the Syrian police, they withdrew their gaze after a glance.

Xiao Mubai took advantage of the fact that others were not paying attention, and kept looking at this unidentified young man to see what was so special about him, and he actually had a connection with the connector.

Xiao Mubai watched coldly, waiting for this group of people to end with fire, and then drifted aimlessly, following the young man unhurriedly. The young man never seemed to notice that someone was following him, and kept shuttling around the Latakia joint.

Fortunately, Xiao Mubai is not a road idiot, although he has never been to Latakia, he will never be dizzy by the complicated lanes.

It wasn't until the young man entered a street and on the wall in the corner outside a tattoo parlor that Xiao Mubai found the mark again.

This mark seems to be very inconspicuous, just like a child's graffiti, but only Xiao Mubai knows that this is a notice order. The people of the joint have already arrived in Latakia, and it is not known who it is, and it will not be too late to meet anyway.

Xiao Mubai's heart began to get excited. Although he likes to be quiet, the situation is like a pool of stagnant water, and he can't find an opportunity to complete the mission, as long as there is a trigger point for action.

Tattoo parlor, tattoo youth, Xiao Mubai's expression moved slightly, as if he had found a little connection, thinking of this, Xiao Mubai inadvertently looked at the tattoo parlor, and a middle-aged uncle from the tattoo master looked at each other.

Yes, this should be the connector person.

Xiao Mubai felt strange, mobile phones have been widely used in recent years, how to contact the connector or use street symbols, and the ancient way of connecting on the street, just like a spy.

Yes, when this symbol appears, it means that the mission starts now.

It's hard to say what the mission will be this time.

Now that the notice had been discovered, Xiao Mubai was about to walk into the tattoo parlor, when he caught a glimpse of a group of powerful people searching across the street, looking not like a police officer but an agent.

Xiao Mubai's heart froze, he immediately paused, and caught a glimpse of a café next to him and immediately walked in.

After arriving at the café, through the window, Xiao Mubai looked for the figure of the tattooed uncle. The tattoo parlor can be clearly seen here, and the eyes look at each other, and the two of them don't seem to be simple.

Xiao Mubai sat down casually, asked for a cheap cup of coffee, and sat in the window seat and waited quietly.

Within a few minutes, Xiao Mubai knew that the uncle would come in, and then sat on the seat opposite Xiao Mubai, and it was time to connect.

What exactly is the task this time.

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