Syria, Damascus.

Three days after Lin Qing's manor was attacked, Lin Qing left the Philippines and came to Damascus, without any bodyguards, and came to the Middle East again alone, but this time Lin Qing had already changed his face, and he didn't look much different from an ordinary Middle Easterner.

Sanshui and the others continued to stay on the island of Palawan, continuing to wait for the base camp, and it seemed to the outside world that Lin Qing was still in his manor.

The current situation in Syria is quite stable, the Syrian civil war in the future has not yet broken out, the regime is still stable, Damascus is still a prosperous city, there is no impact of war, and the order is orderly.

The country now looks alive and hopeful, and it is very friendly, Damascus is full of refugees from Iraq, but there are no ethnic incidents, and there are no armed men patrolling the streets with weapons.

However, Lin Qing still saw the country's problems at a glance, although there is no turmoil now, but the streets are full of some idle young people, looking very confused, Lin Qing can't help but remember that since 2005, the unemployment rate in Syria seems to be the highest in Europe, reaching 25 percent.

"Although it may seem a little discordant, at least the country still looks pretty good!" Lin Qing looked at the surrounding city with his luggage, and he couldn't imagine that in the next few years, this city would become a ruin, a purgatory on earth.

"Hey, damn war!" Lin Qing cursed a few words in a low voice and left quickly with his luggage, although he was an arms dealer, he was disgusted by the organization that would emerge in the future.

Lin Qing took out a note from his pocket, glanced at it, and then casually stopped a taxi: "Master, go to this place!" ”

The driver glanced at the address and looked at Lin Qing curiously: "Okay sir, no problem!" ”

Although the fat man who was captured by Lin Qing and them gritted his teeth and didn't say anything at first, but when Sanshui killed a few prisoners in front of them, the fat man's psychological defense line collapsed, and he was also a temporary recruit, or the entire second team was composed of mercenaries to do things with money, and they were also combined two days ago, and coming to the Philippines was a temporary mission.

The note in Lin Qing's hand was the location of their joint explained by the fat man, and after Lin Qing hurriedly rested for a while after the attack, he immediately came to Syria.

Krumlins Street, located in the southern part of Damascus, is considered an ordinary residential area in Damascus, compared to the chaos in the northern district, the southern district is slightly more secure, at least you don't need to carry a weapon when you go out.

"Sir, here it is, a total of 3,560 Syrian pounds (lira)!"

Lin Qing handed over four 1,000-denomination lira, got out of the car and looked up at the address recorded on the note, a residential area, a very old residential area, about the same size as a tube building in the 80s of the last century, looking very dilapidated.

After asking the surrounding residents to confirm that the address was not wrong, Lin Qing slowly walked upstairs, and the fat man confessed that it was in the second room on the left hand side of the third floor, and he also found the key from the dead captain.

Putting on body armor, Lin Qing slowly approached the door with a weapon, took out a heartbeat sensing device from the space, and after confirming that there was no one in the room, he slowly opened the door and walked in.

The house was very messy, very messy, all kinds of melons, fruits, shells, skins were thrown all over the floor, and all kinds of underwear, etc., both men and women, as if there was a crazy party not long ago.

Lin Qing took a closer look, except for some loose change and some bullets scattered, he didn't find anything, and he couldn't find anything related to the Tianyan organization, it seemed that the fat man didn't lie.

This is their meeting point explained by the fat man, and it is also the contact point, it is here that they set off for the Philippines, before receiving the task, they are still having a party, if it weren't for the rich bonus of this mission, it is estimated that they would be reluctant to give up the girls around them.

The clue is broken here, this small team of mercenaries is not responsible for the contact task, but another person who has been killed by Lin Qing's bodyguards, there is no way to continue the investigation, I can only hope that there will be any progress on the night side, I hope to find clues from some call records, and now there are only two clues about the Tianyan organization, Lin Qing only knows two, one is that there must be their headquarters in Dubai, and the other is that 9527 is the person of Tianyan.

After sitting on the sofa and thinking for a while, Lin Qing slowly got up and left the room, there was no value here, and it was time for him to do another thing.

In Damascus, at the British MI6 office, Dmitry Anatolyevich said goodbye to his companions one by one with his luggage on his back: "Goodbye Milito, goodbye Ida, goodbye my friend!" ”

Several people hugged each other, touched each other's faces, and left the office with a smile on their faces.

MI6 is located at the junction of the northern and southern districts of Damascus, only about three kilometers away from the embassy in the eastern sector, and originally there was only one stronghold, but with the emergence of Kurdish rebels in northern Syria in 2005, the British increased their investment here, from a stronghold of only three or four people at the level of a safe house to a company the size of an office of forty or fifty plus more than 30 external Syrian locals.

Dmitry Anatolyevich was the first commander of the stronghold, and now that his term has expired, he now needs to return to London and report from the six places.

Dmitry was very excited when he received the news, after all, for him, he had long wanted to leave this place, although the ancient books of the Arabs said that if there was a paradise on earth, Damascus would be in it.

But that was hundreds or thousands of years ago, and now the paradise is in Europe, in the Americas, and even in Asia, except in the Middle East, or it can be a paradise, a paradise for arms dealers, a secret broker, but not a paradise for him, his family, his friends are in London.

Dmitry, who was in a happy mood, walked out of the MI6 office with a happy smile on his face, and in six hours he would be able to return to London, and every time he thought about it, he couldn't help but laugh.

(To be continued.) )