To the southwest of Durban City, at the intersection of Russell Street and West Street.

Qin Fei looked out of the SUV and saw an Italian restaurant with a sign reading "la dolce vita" about 50 meters away in front of the right.

The name reminds Mister of an Italian film from the sixties, and the name is also this, which translates to "La Dolce Vita".

About thirty meters behind Qin Fei's parking place is the entrance of a cemetery, this cemetery is called "West Street Cemetery", covering an area of dozens of acres, the direction is dark, there are no lights, and pedestrians are scarce, so the car is parked here is very suitable for concealment.

"Michelle, have you found any information about this guy?"

Qin Fei put down the small monocular, pressed the call button hidden under the buttons of the cotton plaid shirt, and asked Major Michelle.

An hour earlier, after the plane had landed, everyone had followed Michelle to the safe house at 32 Boscombe Street in Durban.

After discussion, both Michelle and Qin Fei agreed not to startle the snake and see what the guy who stole the fake hard drive was doing.

So, Michelle, Joyce, George, and Yuri stayed in the safe house to set up a communication and command platform, while Qin Fei, Mister, Hugo, and Connor came to the "Sweet Hour" Italian restaurant on Russell Street according to Yuri's whereabouts.

According to Yuri's information obtained from the police station's surveillance system, the person who took the fake hard drive from the vault was photographed and compared with MI17's database, and the information has not yet been obtained.

Coming to such a place, if nothing else, it should be delivered.

"I've found out his information, and I'm trying to send it to you." Michelle said: "This guy's foundation is not clean. ”

After saying that, the screen of the small military laptop mounted on the car lit up, and a prompt symbol appeared.

Qin Fei pressed the enter key, and the man's information immediately appeared on the screen.

The middle-aged man who entered the vault and used Red's ID and password to take the fake hard drive in the safe was named Ahmed. Abbas, the former leader of the Isaac Martyrs Brigade, had been active in the Middle East for three years, causing several IED bombings, before fleeing after being targeted by the Mossad and disappearing from everyone's sight.

According to rumors, this person has fled to Africa and organized a small paramilitary team to deal in arms.

After reading the information, the people in the car looked at each other.

After a long time, Connor frowned and asked, "Hell, how does this guy know the password and account number?" ”

After speaking, his eyes fell on his colleague Hugo.

Hugo's face turned ugly.

Qin Fei understands that the reason why they are like this is because if Red's account and password are obtained by someone like Abbas, there are only two possibilities - the first possibility is that Red leaked the password and account number to Carmen, and Carmen's kidnapping is related to Abbas, and Abbas got the password and account number from Carmen's mouth.

The second possibility is that there is a connection between Abbas and Red, perhaps some kind of inexplicable relationship, and Red has already been corrupted and betrayed, not as simple as Michelle and they thought it was just a violation of personal private life.

In either case, at least for a department like MI17, it's a scandal, and according to the usual rules, "scavenger" agents should have been sent in to clean up a long time ago.

However, Qin Fei felt that the former was more likely.

Because if Red and Abbas are in collusion, then how could Abbas not know that the hard drive was fake?

"Major, I received your information, and we will continue to keep an eye on it." After Qin Fei finished talking to Michelle, he picked up the monocular again and looked at it, and said to Mister: "Abbas went in just now, I saw Hugo and Connor, you two stayed here to monitor the front door, and Lao Mi and I went to the back door to have a look." ”

"Okay." Hugo nodded in agreement, it was the best thing to do.

Qin Fei got out of the car, stood on the side of the road, and looked around left and right.

Mise took a cigarette and said to Qin Fei, "It seems to be very quiet tonight......"

Only then did Qin Fei notice that there were few people on the entire street, only the dim street lamps reflected the lampposts on the side of the street lonely.

"It is said that there may have been riots in the past two days, maybe the police warned the people and reduced going out."

"These blacks, they just can't settle down." The corners of Mister's mouth showed an extremely disdainful sneer, although he was not a race/race/lord/righteous, but he didn't seem to have a good impression of Da Lao Hei.

"Don't be nosy, let's go to the back door and keep guard, don't alarm Abbas, just watch, don't do anything."

With that, the two turned into Russell Street, where they could see a few pedestrians, but in front of the "Sweet Time" restaurant, the lights were bright, several cars were parked, and a few strong white men of five size and three thick were cruising around the door, revealing that their arms were covered with dense tattoos on their short sleeves.

"These guys aren't ordinary people." Qin Fei walked through the alley towards the back of the restaurant from the opposite side of the street, and his sharp eyes had already seen that the five or six strong men in front of the door had bulging waists, and at a glance, he knew that there was no other guy inside.

"These guys don't seem to be worried about riots." Mister also said in a deep voice.

Both of them knew that this "sweet hour" restaurant was not your average restaurant, so they stopped talking and hurried across the sidewalk opposite the restaurant, and then turned into the side alley.

This side alley is actually a street called Smith Street, but the street lights here are much dimmer compared to the main entrance of the restaurant.

Qin Fei found the entrance to the alley next to a shop, and walked inside to a residential area, and the two stopped in the shadows at the entrance of the alley.

It's just over 10 meters away from the back door of the Sweet Hour restaurant, which is perfect for observation.

"We're in place." Qin Fei informed Hugo in the channel, "What's the change in the situation over there?" ”

"It's quiet." Hugo replied.

"A couple of men at the door, pay attention, they have weapons in their hands."

"Understood."

Surveillance can be a tedious task, especially now that the streets of Durban are filled with the smell of gunpowder, and the heat and salty sea breeze hide a restlessness that seems to ignite the whole city with the slightest spark.

Suddenly, an explosion was heard in the distance.

Qin Fei and Mister were startled and looked around, but they didn't see the explosion point.

"What's going on? I heard an explosion here in the back door. Qin Fei immediately fed back the situation.

"It was an explosion in the crowd at the Francis Square where many people were rallying to protest against the government's permission to allow illegal immigrants to enter the country, and suddenly there was an explosion at the scene and a car was set on fire......"

In the safe house, Yuri stared at the police surveillance on the screen, and said worriedly, "It's three blocks away from your location, and it looks like a riot is really going to start tonight." ”

Qin Fei flipped his wrist and looked at the time.

It was already half past eight in the evening.

"Hugo, did you find any suspicious people coming to the front door to deal with Abbas?"

Qin Fei knew that the front door had been monitored with a camera, and everyone who entered the "Sweet Time" restaurant would be photographed and then compared in MI17's database.

Generally speaking, the people who can trade with Abbas will not be good men and women, and there is a high probability that they will appear on the database.

"No harvest yet......"

Hugo's voice was a little disappointed.

Qin Fei was even more anxious, if a riot started in this city, it would definitely not be a smart choice for himself and Mister to stand here and monitor the back door of the restaurant.

said that tonight was a planned attack and riot by locals against foreigners, and of course he and Lao Mi undoubtedly belong to the category of "foreigners", although they are not immigrants from other small countries in Africa who rob the jobs of locals, but when the big black people make trouble, how can they care so much? When the time comes, I'm afraid it will be difficult for both myself and Mistre to get out.

Qin Fei asked Mister, "How many bullets did you bring?" ”

"Six magazines." "For surveillance missions, six magazines are enough," Mister said. ”

"Surrounded by a mob, ten more magazines are not enough." Before Qin Fei's words fell, an explosion came from the direction of Francis Square again.