Debris was scattered all over the ground, just a canned meat arrived not far from the feet of a refugee, and with the help of the faint light, I could clearly see a cow icon pasted on the can, which was a canned beef!

"Don't move, it's mine!" I don't know who shouted first, but the refugee closest to the can reacted quickly, immediately squatted on the ground and held the can in his arms, and with the other hand wanted to get another can not far away.

Someone snatched it, and the scene immediately became chaotic, and a group of refugees rushed up like crazy, and the refugees who got the cans first were pushed to the ground by a group of people behind them, and before they could shout, countless pairs of feet stepped on him.

The scene was a mess, the refugees fought on the ground for a can, and some people were already beaten unconscious, but there were still a small number of people staring at the guards tightly, obviously not interested in the small profits on the ground, but tightly clinging to the building, calculating the gains and losses.

There are some unwritten rules in every war-torn area, but there is a common one that if you want to survive in a place where you don't go anywhere, you must follow the rules here, and one of them is to give gifts, to give some greeting gifts to the poor people who live there.

Of course, these gifts are only to fool the poor at the bottom, and these armed men with weapons in their hands cannot simply fool them, for these people, only real dollars are their favorite.

Several refugees took the opportunity to appear next to the vehicles that had sneakily run the large convoy, reaching out to get something down, not to underestimate the power of human beings, if these refugees were given enough time, they could dismantle a transport plane, and it would only take a few hours, and they would not need any auxiliary tools at all.

However, the hands of these people had just reached the side of the car, and before they could disassemble the items, the gunshots rang out, and the three people who wanted to steal were directly hit by the bullets in the arms, and they were lying on the ground holding their arms and wailing.

There were only three gunshots, and the bullets hit the arms of the three men accurately, except for the sound of gunshots, and everyone knew that the bullets were fired from the upper floors, and no one knew where the guns were fired.

The armed men outside the house who had gathered together to rob together all stopped moving, and they could see surprise in their eyes, obviously the three shots just now made them feel a certain amount of pressure, and this bone was not easy to gnaw.

Eventually, a leader shook his head, the armed men nodded to each other, walked into the chaotic crowd with their weapons, and used their guns to take the items that the refugees were fighting for.

The chaos at the scene soon ended, and the refugees who took it in their hands were satisfied with the cans and some miscellaneous items in their hands, leaving the wounded and the bodies of those who unfortunately died at the scene.

But these don't need to be cared for, if they can survive the disaster, they will crawl home, as for those who die, the corpses will soon be cleaned up, in Mosul, the most important thing is the hungry people, once people are very hungry, they will do anything, maybe tomorrow these corpses will only have some bones left, in the garbage bins of the ghetto, or in the mouths of wild dogs.

The next day, when the sun rose, the streets were calm again, except for a few vultures hovering in the sky, and a few emaciated corpses on the ground, all of which were bones, no different from usual.

The poor people on the streets have become accustomed to the dead bodies on the roadside, except for some hungry people who swallow their saliva and drag the corpses away, Tairang rises as usual, and the city is slowly rejuvenating.

The only thing that has changed a little from yesterday morning is that the building was still in tatters yesterday, and today it is armed into a hedgehog, and a machine gun is arranged at the bottom of the building, which sticks out of the corridor, and through the dilapidated windows, you can see the muzzles of the guns in the house facing both ends of the street.

The people around them were just curious to see the bright eyes and didn't care about them, obviously not much interest in this kind of sudden emergence of armed groups, in Mosul every day new armed forces are born, and there are also armed groups that become history.

At noon, a few armed men walked out of the building, walked around the surrounding streets, brought a bunch of food and drink, and returned to the building.

Through the thick clouds, a surveillance satellite is staring at this very ordinary-looking small building, constantly reporting the situation in and out of the building, analyzing and comparing the faces of people entering and leaving from time to time, trying to find out the information of these people in the big database.

"Can you find information about these people?" In front of the computer screen, the head of the British National Communications Intelligence Agency, Salter, frowned and looked at the guards who were talking and laughing on the computer screen.

The analyst sitting in front of the computer shook his head: "Head, I can't find it, the original MI6 database is the most complete, we are responsible for a different direction, lack of intelligence, and there is no discovery for the time being!" ”

"Is the information sent by Director Emmett ready?"

Another analyst next to him looked at the thick stack of data in his hand and shook his head: "I can't see any problems for the time being, we have checked the data, there should be no problem, the data is real!" ”

Salter's constricted brows did not loosen, because he always felt that Emmett himself had a problem, but he couldn't find what the problem was, and there was always a feeling of uneasiness in his heart, as if he had some clues, but he couldn't grasp it, the only thing he knew was that Emmett was abnormal, but Emmett was normal and terrible.

Yes, it's too normal, Salter keeps recalling the information about Emmett in his mind, and now everyone is suspecting Emmett, but there is a lack of key evidence, if it is just corruption and bribery, it is enough for Emmett to go to prison, but in the face of the attack on London, the accusation of corruption and bribery cannot satisfy the bigwigs.

Shaking his head with his hand, there is no clue about the progress of the attack on MI6 in London, the only clue is Emmett, but now he is thousands of miles away, and if he wants to investigate, he has to wait for him to return, although he very much hopes to send an investigation team to arrest Emmett directly.

When Salter was struggling with Emmett, Emmet's convoy had approached Mosul from Baghdad at a rapid pace, and the road was unimpeded and the door was wide open.

(To be continued.) )