Although Kebul was the capital of Alahhan, commerce was still not well developed.

It has two main commercial streets, one is Chicken Street and the other is Flower Street.

It is said that there are two, but in fact it is one, but the middle is separated by the main road, the south is called Chicken Street, and the north is called Flower Street.

Chicken Street mainly sells handicrafts and handicrafts, but also sells food and drink, and most of the customers who come are tourists.

As the name suggests, Flower Street is basically a flower seller, all year round.

Most of these two streets are low, dilapidated buildings, which look like the old town of the small county town of Huaguo's 18th parallel, but there are also a few more luxurious-looking shopping malls.

The coexistence of shabby and fashion, the blend of old and modern, is also a true portrayal of Alakhan's reality

And in a small three-story building not far from Chicken Street, a group of people from different countries around the world are dancing wildly.

Dim lights, foul air, cacophony music, and friction of limbs, all of them indulge their bodies and souls to their heart's content.

In fact, many local bars in Kebul can be openly operated, such as near airports and military garrisons in NATO countries.

But the guests here just prefer to come to this speakeasy because it is this forbidden pleasure that they enjoy.

At eleven o'clock in the evening, the rest of Kbur was already quiet, and the outside of this building was no exception.

The soundproofing design and fresh air system make the building almost isolated from the world, and even if you get close, you can't find any clues.

Of course, this is actually a bit of a cover-up.

After all, in this kind of core area, a house is always in and out of a house without being able to see what it does, which in itself means that there is a problem.

Malfoy knocked on the iron door, and the small window opened immediately.

A hairy face protrudes from it with an indifferent expression.

"They are all friends and know the rules."

Malfoy smiled, then handed over a few green sheets.

Hairy looked at the group, two whites and three Asians.

He let his guard down a bit, and white people are regulars here, while Asians are usually untroubled.

But

The hairy face's gaze was locked on Lu Mingfei, and it was difficult for this size to make people feel safe.

"Do me a favor."

Malfoy handed over another wad of dollar bills.

"Don't mess around."

Hairy warned in stiff English, then opened the door.

The group entered the iron gate, and the sound of loud music immediately rammed into their ears.

The scene inside the bar is lackluster, and those who have been to the bar can make up for it on their own.

It is worth mentioning that in the center of the stage, a woman in a black floor-sweeping burqa is dancing around a pole.

Originally designed to withstand the sun and sandstorms, this costume has historically contributed greatly to the local people's trade and migration through the desert.

Today, however, it has been turned into a torture instrument akin to a "cage of pain" to imprison people's bodies and souls.

And the burqa on the woman's body is also specially made, not a complete piece, but many pieces of cloth glued together with adhesive tape.

As the dance progresses, the pieces of cloth are constantly torn off, revealing the white skin inside.

"Whoa, whoa!"

The men and women under the stage screamed loudly until the woman stripped off only the hood on her head.

The deliberately reserved headgear adds to the taboo and mysterious beauty, making the atmosphere of the audience reach its climax.

Lu Mingfei looked at these lustful people with cold eyes, but he couldn't talk about disgust.

Their indulgence is too low-end to attract the attention of Slaanesh.

"Where are they?"

Lu Mingfei asked.

"Those three are, Your Excellency."

Malfoy gestured to three men in camouflage T-shirts in the crowd.

Just as he was about to walk over, one of them said something to his companion next to him, and then staggered out of the crowd and walked in the direction of what was supposed to be the toilet.

"I'll arrest him, and you will arrest the remaining two."

Lu Mingfei ordered.

"Yes, Warlord."

Fingal and they were commanded.

Second Sergeant Major Donald pushed open the door to the toilet cubicle and sat down.

Although there was still some unbrushed vomit on the toilet, he couldn't take care of it that much now.

Excessive beer and not too fresh roast meat made him explode from his intestines to his bladder.

Donald opened the safe, and the 3.0 caliber bullet immediately soared out.

The muzzle of the gun was a little red from the high-speed fire, but fortunately the rifling was not smoothed out.

He groaned in relief, his eyes wandering around the cubicle, and then he noticed something terrible.

There is no paper.

Donald's face froze, as an authentic iron-blooded tough guy, he obviously wouldn't carry paper with him.

Just as he hesitantly looked at his T-shirt, there was a knock on the door to the compartment.

"There's someone in there, Mazae Fake."

Donald tightened his gun and cursed loudly.

"Donald?"

Inquiries were heard outside.

"Who are you?"

Donald asked unhappily.

He wanted to see which idiot was bothering him while he was shitting.

As Donald's words fell, the door to the cubicle was ripped off.

Lu Mingfei looked down at the man on the toilet, and the other party's face at the moment was flustered, angry, and a trace of imperceptible shyness.

"Bastard, you'd better get out of here right now, or I'll shove your head in your ass."

Donald reflexively cursed.

Lu Mingfei ignored his shouting, but directly reached out and grabbed his hair and pulled him out of the toilet.

Donald tried to resist, but was punched in the liver, and the sharp pain took away all his strength.

The valve that had been closed opened again, and the walls of the compartment were suddenly smeared.

Lu Mingfei's arm was long enough, but he was not injured by the splash.

He looked away in disgust and carried Donald towards the wall of the toilet.

"Hey, bro, whatever you're going to do to me, at least let me put my pants on first."

The GI pleaded.

Lu Mingfei obviously wouldn't help him put on his pants, he walked to the wall and hit it, and the wall made of cement bricks was immediately broken by him.

The bright moonlight on Donald's face made him feel a little dazzling.

"Are you an agent of Huaguo?"

He asked tremblingly.

Lu Mingfei didn't say anything, and knocked him unconscious with a hand knife.

After waiting for a while, Fingal and the others came out of the toilet with two other GIs.

In order to facilitate the arrest of people, Lu Mingfei specially asked the equipment department for the same anesthetic needle as the Frigga bullet, which really came in handy.

"Let's go."

Following Malfoy into the prepared car, the group arrived at the safe house he had prepared.

This safe house is either particularly secluded or in the basement of a single-family building.

Because Malfoy is not a serious intelligence officer, he does not need to be prepared for raids by other half-breed forces.

In fact, this safe house was used to escape the local wars and armed conflicts.

However, it is enough for interrogation.

Under Lu Mingfei's concoction, the three GIs quickly told all the bad things they had done.

There were also murders, robberies, and reselling military supplies, and they did enough to go to court martial twenty times.

But they still did not say the whereabouts of Yumi Ishihara.

"I really don't know where that Japanese woman went."

Donald, who had been skinned and had his tendons torn off, said weakly.

"Give me a useful message, and I can give you death."

Lu Mingfei said coldly.

The three GIs had a fear of being alive in their eyes, and then thought with their extraordinarily clear minds, stimulated by a large number of hormones.

"Byrsey, after the woman ran away, he went out twice. He didn't go back with us on this vacation. ”

Another GI said with a wit.

"Very well, you can die."

Lu Mingfei fulfilled his promise and ended their worthless lives.

Lu Mingfei took out his mobile phone and flipped out Bai Xi's information.

A handsome face appeared in front of him, the young man's oily hair was meticulously combed, and a sunny smile hung on the corner of his mouth.

But Lu Mingfei only felt false.

His intuition told him that he would get the answer from this person.

(End of chapter)