The two walked through the dark corridor and came to a large classroom-like room, in which were more than a dozen LCD monitors, large and small, connected to the computer terminal with very complex programming instruments.

King's Landing Ai helped Qin Jin into the room, and a medium-sized old man wearing a Jewish white hat and a gray suit received them, and the old man had a six-pointed star badge pinned to his chest.

"Hello, Miss Jun, I'm the head of the Mossad station in Country F." The old man took the two of them to the front of the floor-to-ceiling display, and the display with more than a dozen lenses constantly switching, the King's Landing was dizzying.

"The ....... on the left A few are non-........ Human-machine aerial surveillance camera ...... "Qin Jin is very good, and whispered in King's Landing Ai's ear to explain to her, "The middle ones are....... Spy Satellite ....... Mapping ....... The one below...... Is it an infrared source....... Thermal Induction ....... Where to present...... Red...... It means that there was an explosion......."

King's Landing Love was a little stunned, and now it has really entered the world of spy warfare with TV.

Several foreigners, both men and women, looked inconspicuous, but they were the world's top counterterrorism technicians.

King's Landing looked at the stationmaster again, who was also an inconspicuous old man, but he was a well-known Mossad spy, and it is said that his intelligence work dates back to the Gulf War.

"Hello stationmaster, I received a call from my brother asking us to come and identify the hostages."

"Look at the big screen in the middle." The stationmaster motioned to a technician, and the technician immediately switched to the network, and on the screen in front of Jun Lin Ai and Qin Jin, the ISIS organization appeared in Huo Ran, and the shocking black jihadist banner appeared.

The picture shows a room, above the black flag, sitting cross-legged a man, covered in a black hood, covered in wounds, and behind him, standing five jihadists.

The mujahideen were masked, khaki camouflage, with Shia mousse turbans and carbine semi-automatic rifles.

King's Landing Love's pupils constricted slightly, unbelievable, because the hostage's clothes ....... It's also a camouflage uniform...... Wasn't that a long time ago........

"No....... It is impossible to ......." Qin Jin beside him shuddered all of a sudden, obviously realizing who the tall and thin hostage on the ground was, and Jun Lin Ai immediately supported him.

"Qin Jin, you go out first, you'd better not look at ........" King's Landing Ai persuaded in a low voice, not wanting Qin Jin to face this again, but Qin Jin was obviously unwilling to leave.

"Let me see ......." Qin Jin suppressed a grief and indignation in his throat, pushed King's Landing Love, and stared at the hostage on the big screen in a daze.

The stationmaster spoke next to them, "We have discussed with President Jun before inviting you over, the live broadcast link was sent through a very secret port this morning, and the jihadists said that the hostages are friends of the two of you. ”

Jun Lin's love subconsciously hugged Qin Jin tightly, and together with Qin Jin, he watched the live broadcast go on slowly.

It's not an entertainment live broadcast, it's not an idol live broadcast, it's - a live broadcast of hostage kidnapping by jihadist groups, and next, what will happen? Beheading, torture? Anything is possible.......

King's Landing Love couldn't help but shudder when she thought of this.

Yi Chen....... You're over there now, did you catch Nan Dusk? How's it going?

So far, there is no news from Min Yichen, and it is impossible for King's Landing to love not to be afraid.

Internal worries and external difficulties.

"The great Allah will never allow the Western powers to do evil in our sacred land, but in fact they ........ for the sake of oil"