Mike was proud and confident in the amendment plan he had worked with Tim, but Colonel Charles was unimpressed, asking:

"Your plans aren't going to stop there, are they? If we really let that nuclear shell flow into the hands of those dangerous elements, it will not only pose a threat to other extremist forces, but it will also pose a great threat to us. ”

"Of course, our plan is not just as simple as infiltrating the extremist group, when we lock the location of the nuclear bomb again, no matter who it ends up with, we will immediately take the next military action to recapture the nuclear bomb, which is a key point in this operation, because this is this nuclear shell that we have captured in Iraq, which will become one of the most favorable evidence that Saxxhi has weapons of mass destruction, and will provide factual support for the military strikes we will take next."

"Locked again? So you guys put a locator on it? ”

"Yes, we can't get it out of our sight, or it will be a huge disaster."

"It's good to know, I just want to say that your plan sounds perfect, but the reality often doesn't work out what people want, and I hope God is on your side."

"God must be on our side, and there is no room for failure in this plan, which is one of the reasons why you need technical support."

"Where is that thing now? When can I get it back? ”

"The current location is in an abandoned cement factory, our follow-up operation will have to wait a little longer, there is already news from there, the guerrillas have agreed to contact, they will send people to the field tonight to check and receive, now what we have to do is to closely monitor every move there."

Soon, professional and technical personnel from the military intelligence and intelligence departments assembled all kinds of monitoring equipment and scanning radars to track and locate the real-time trajectory and coordinate information displayed by the nuclear bomb.

Mike was shocked to learn the news, he couldn't find out who had discovered the secrets of the cement factory in such a short period of time, hoping that it would be just an ordinary factional conflict, and Mike was confused by the constant transmission of printed satellite photos.

Fortunately, it was only a false alarm, and the location information transmitted by the nuclear artillery shell showed that the location of the nuclear artillery shell had not changed despite the attack there, and the photos that were passed back one after another also showed that a convoy had arrived there, and the unknown armed forces who had launched the attack on the cement factory had also disappeared into the mountains, and Mike could only admit that this was an accident, after all, in that area, there were many fish and dragons, and clashes between large and small armed factions were commonplace.

It was only after seeing the signal from the nuclear bomb begin to move in a predetermined line that Mike's hanging heart gradually calmed down, but a few hours later, the more intense clashes rekindled the hearts of all the personnel in the makeshift monitoring site.

Hassan finally saw the true face of the legendary nuclear shell with his own eyes, it was fixed in a very delicate anti-radiation alloy box, thinking that so many people did not hesitate to take risks to get this nuclear shell, and now it is in front of him, Hassan couldn't help but feel a little excited, but on the surface he didn't reveal anything, Fayyad on the side changed his previous cold face, looking at this nuclear shell, Fayyad's eyes lit up.

As for the Chinese who was intercepted together, Hassan and Fayyad have a surprisingly consistent opinion, neither of them has any interest, especially Fayyad, who simply feels that taking this person with him is a superfluous move, if it weren't for the special advice of Gassani when he came out, Fayed didn't want to continue the rest of the trip with such a burden, in his eyes, this hostage can only be exchanged for some dollars or weapons at best, and it is of little practical significance.

After a brief tidying up, a convoy of pickup trucks and off-road vehicles drove in the pre-dawn darkness to a secret stronghold of the Victorious Guerrillas in Syria.

The night has gradually receded, and the ridge in the distance has become red, and when you cross the hill in front of you, you will enter the territory of Syria.

Looking at the map, you can find that the border of Syria, Jordan, Iraq, and Saudi Arabia is gathered in a very narrow area, and it is basically not a natural topography and landform to define the borders of various countries, what is shown on the map is the intersection of several straight lines, and the people who live here are not limited by this invisible boundary at all, and the territory controlled by each tribal group is the boundary they recognize with each other, and the so-called border line is only shown on the map. In reality, crossing the line is commonplace, and no one cares.

Seeing that the convoy was about to drive out of this section of the rocky valley and into the inland plateau, the boring journey made these armed personnel who had been busy for a day and a night already sleepy, but in these sleepy members, there were still a few pairs of alert eyes patrolling the surrounding anomalies.

A puff of smoke and dust suddenly rose from the entrance of the valley in the distance, followed by a 'rumbling' motor sound, which immediately made everyone immediately enter the state of imminent battle, and the armed men accompanying the convoy all looked at the two armored vehicles speeding towards the entrance of the canyon in front of them, followed by dozens of heavily armed soldiers of the government army.

"It's the National Guard, stand back."

The convoy led by Hassan, Fayyad and um had to turn around and retreat back to the depths of the valley, but it was difficult to quickly adjust the direction of travel in the narrow valley, and at this moment, on the bare ridges on both sides, the figures of the National Guard soldiers had appeared, and a rain of bullets pressed down from the top of their heads in an instant, and the newly incorporated team of um and his people all fell into the ambush circle set up by the Iraqi army.

"Damn, can anyone tell me what the hell is going on? Fayyad, didn't you say it was a safe route? How would these guards know we were here? Who is the news of the dew? ”

Um, who had not had good luck since the interception of the nuclear shell, was the most nervous, and he hid under the carriage, firing back with his gun and angrily questioning Fayed beside him.