There is no doubt that accompanying Elizabeth and Elsa around the United States on a Harley-Davidson motorcycle may be the most inexplicable and meaningless decision Zhang Cheng made when he came to this world.

But I don't know why, instead of feeling bored, I have a vague expectation.

Just as he arrived at the store and began to choose his car, far away in Baghdad, the capital of Iraq, an elite team of six people was quickly shuttling through the uninhabited alley.

The leader is none other than Yelena, who has the appearance and figure of a thirteen or fourteen-year-old Lori.

I saw that she and her men were carefully observing the surrounding environment, and once a US military patrol convoy passed by, they would immediately hide, patiently waiting for the other party to completely move away, and then leave the hiding place and continue to move forward.

You must know that since the complete destruction of Saddam's regime, the United States and its allies have completely controlled the city, and with the mercenaries who came from all over the world for money, the whole of Baghdad has almost become a paradise for adventurers.

In particular, the famous "Playing Card Wanted" is like carrion that attracts vultures and hyenas.

Although most of the people on the wanted warrants have been caught so far, "democracy" and "freedom" have not come, but arms dealers and intelligence traffickers have become rampant, and almost every once in a while, gunshots can be heard in the distance, and the killing never stops for a moment, and the smell of death and gunpowder is in the air.

Of course, for Yelena, who has received professional training, this is the ideal place to work for intelligence officers.

Because of the extreme instability of society, people's inner ambitions, desires and subconscious uneasiness swell rapidly, for power, money and beauty, any terrible thing can be done, and anything can be taken out as an exchange commodity.

Human nature often shows either the most shining side or the most despicable side in this harsh environment.

Unfortunately, glitter is always in the minority, and meanness is the choice of the majority.

Quickly passing through the low civilian area, the team finally reached its destination.

The combatant who walked in the front crouched down and carefully checked the door lock to make sure that there were no grenades or other explosives hanging behind it, and then made a safe gesture and tapped the door vigorously.

In less than two or three seconds, a local woman wrapped in black sa opened the door from the inside and asked in a tone of uncertainty that was not very sure, "Which of you is the kestrels?"

"Me!" Yelena stood up bluntly. "Where are all the people I want?"

"Yes, it's all there, it's inside. The woman was visibly surprised by the contact's youth, and there was a hint of nervousness and panic in her eyes that was not easy to detect.

"Very good! Take me to them right away! Know that time is tight, and I have to go to Fallujah once this is done. With that, Yelena threw six bundles of $60,000 in cash to the other party.

As a defeated country, Iraq is no longer much different from waste paper in the currency issued by the central bank, so the relatively stable value of the US dollar has replaced it as the only means of payment recognized by the market.

"Understood!"

Without any nonsense, the woman quickly counted the banknotes, confirmed that they were not counterfeits, and immediately walked into the room and pushed open the bed, revealing a staircase leading to the basement.

After signaling the three men to stay outside and keep their guard, Yelena did not say a word, and immediately led the rest of the men into a very dark cellar.

I saw five old men with big beards, ranging in age from 50 to 70, leaning against the wall and sitting on the ground in a daze.

They had apparently been imprisoned here for some time, with a pungent sour smell all over their bodies, and as soon as they saw someone entering, they immediately got up from the ground alertly.

"Good afternoon, everyone. I'm sorry to have brought you here in this way. But don't worry, as long as you help me solve a small mystery, I will not only let you go immediately, but I will also pay no one at least $100,000. Yelena spoke authentic Arabic and took the initiative to express her intentions.

"Mystery?" said one of the eldest, with a puzzled look on his face.

"That's right, I need you to decipher an ancient map and confirm its location on the modern map. Yelena nodded slightly, took out a few pieces of printer paper from the briefcase she was carrying and handed them over.

With the help of the faint light, the kidnapped experts and scholars quickly reacted differently, some of them were very interested, some were always frowning, and some of their eyes were full of confusion.

For ten minutes, not a single person spoke, and the atmosphere in the entire cellar was strange and oppressive.

After another ten minutes, the first old man to speak asked, "Where did this map come from?" If I may, can I look at the original?"

"Isn't there already a clear copy, and what else do you need the original?" asked Yelena, puzzled.

"No, you don't understand! I have to first confirm the age of the map, and then analyze it in the context of the corresponding historical period, and finally I can figure out the area depicted in the map. Ancient maps were different from modern times, there was no such thing as a scale at that time, so the terrain drawn was very different from modern times, and it can even be said that it was abstract. The old man explained unhurriedly.

"Yes, and you can't keep us locked up like this all the time! We need clean food, water, a shower, and a change of clothes. Another slightly younger old man next to him angrily offered a quid pro quo.

"Damn! Wait, I need to ask for help. ”

Yelena complained in a low voice, quickly walked out of the cellar, took out a high-tech mobile phone that was more than twenty years ahead of the whole world, and got in touch with the headquarters directly.

When Leonid learned the news, he had no choice but to send the news to his behind-the-scenes boss intact.

After Zhang Cheng found the information received in the mobile phone, he suddenly sighed helplessly, and shouted to Elizabeth, who was personalizing the new Harley-Davidson motorcycle: "Honey, I'm sorry, I have something important, leave for a while." ”

"Where are you going?" the girl hurriedly closed the nozzle in her hand that sprayed burgundy paint, and there was a hint of curiosity in her eyes.

"Take a trip to Baghdad. ”

Zhang Cheng replied as he raised his supreme authority to open a portal, followed by passing through without hesitation and disappearing without a trace.

"Oh—Shet! he could get to the other side of the world with a wave of his hand?" Aisha asked, her eyes wide in surprise.

"That's right! Teleportation magic over long distances is very powerful, isn't it? It is said that only the best wizards and those with special abilities can master it. There is no need for long-distance travel, no need for customs, and no visa, so you can go wherever you want. Elizabeth shrugged her shoulders with a look of envy on her face.

"Hey, well, it seems that a mortal like me should honestly ride a motorcycle around the United States......"

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