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The grand master was obviously very concerned about the clues in the hands of the nail man.

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Kirkuk's bustling business district.

Under the night, the neon signboard of Ambo Hotel is particularly conspicuous, and there is an endless stream of guests at the door.

If Assassin wants to be anti-American and anti-Semitic, he must first have funds.

Without money, even the AKs produced by small workshops cannot be equipped on a large scale.

In addition to seeking sponsorship from big dogs like Dubai, Assassin raised funds through the oldest business of mankind.

When Ronan entered the lobby of the hotel, a beautiful Middle Eastern lady greeted him immediately, and warmly greeted him to go to the lobby to participate in the draft.

A serious person like him who comes to do serious things naturally doesn't need to go to the lobby to watch the draft.

Ronan looked around, saw no one around, and whispered Assassin's code word.

The young lady said immediately: "Guests, please go this way."

Ronan kept silent, just followed the slender young lady upstairs.

In fact, when Hassan wooed him, he mentioned Assassin's so-called philosophy more than once, as long as he was anti-American and anti-Semitic, he was Assassin's natural ally.

Going up to the third floor and entering an office, a white turban came out from the inner room, and the young lady immediately went out and closed the door.

"I'm Kaimi, the person in charge here." The white turban asked, "The distinguished guest is..."

Ronan pulled out the badge Hassan had given him.

The white turban took it and glanced at it, then returned it to Ronan, and bowed to salute: "It is our honor to have you here."

Ronan sat on the chair and said directly, "I need your help with something."

The white turban said: "I have been notified by Elder Hassan that those who hold this badge can ask Assassin to do anything."

Naturally, Ronan would not take such exaggerated words seriously, and said, "Two things. One, I want to inquire about something; two, you are looking for cover for one of my trucks."

The white turban said respectfully: "Please tell me."

"I have a special container truck, and I may go to several different places in the future..." Ronan roughly talked about the demand.

The white turban said: "This is easy to handle. Assassin is infiltrating the transportation industry in Tamim Province. He has a transportation company under his banner. I will report to Elder Hassan immediately and he will help coordinate."

"Okay." Ronan waited patiently.

The white turban immediately made a phone call, and it didn't take long to get a definite reply. In the next half month, Assassin will specially dispatch eight trucks with similar appearance to cooperate with Ronan's actions at any time.

Assassin's freight company in the Kurdish region can also provide legal procedures for the disguised container truck.

As long as it is not stopped by the US military to search for cars, it is not a big problem to drive on the road normally.

The convoy was in touch, and Ronan said another thing: "I heard there is something weird about Assad's temple?"

The white turban thought for a while, and said: "This temple is in the Zagros Mountains. There used to be a group of ascetic monks. Later, a special force of the US military raided the property. They heard that there were gold and funeral objects in it, so they rushed in and ransacked the temple. , may have turned over the graves and killed some ascetics, in order to cover up the evidence, in the name of hiding terrorists, let the plane bomb Assad and razed the temple to the ground."

Ronan was not surprised by this at all, because the country he was in in the original world had been plundered and destroyed countless monuments by Western countries headed by Britain and the United States for a period of time.

Possessing great wealth without the ability to protect oneself can easily become a tragedy.

Ronan continued to ask: "What happened next? I heard rumors of monsters attacking people over there?"

The white turban didn't care much: "It's a mountainous area over there, and attacks are very common. In Iraq now, no matter how powerful the beasts and monsters are, can they compare with the US military?"

These words were so reasonable that Ronan didn't know how to answer them for a moment.

The white turban suddenly remembered something: "By the way, someone under my hand just reported to me that it seems that someone is looking for a guide to Zagros Mountain. The destination may be the ruins of the Asad Temple."

He patted his head: "I don't remember clearly, just wait a moment."

Ronan said, "Don't worry."

The white turban made a phone call and explained: "In addition to opening the door for business, the Ambo Hotel also serves as a temporary residence for mercenaries and bounty hunters, which can effectively collect intelligence."

Ronan nodded slightly.

After about 5 minutes, someone ran up from the small building to the third floor, knocked on the door and came in.

"Haim, with the information you collected, where are those people going?" asked the white turban.

The man named Haim did not have a big beard, and his cheeks were cleanly shaved: "They are going to explore the Assad Temple." He roughly said: "The group of people was five men and one woman, and the five men found ten women to beard together. Shit, they didn't expect a woman who could understand and talk about it in Spanish while they were exercising in the room."

He mentioned a key point: "They mentioned Barcelona and Catalan."

These words immediately caught Ronan's attention, because as far as he knew, Gatai was currently the base camp of Cobra.

There is definite information that Cobra has come to the Middle East!

Could it be the cobra man?

The white turban asked, "Where is that woman?"

Haim continued: "That woman is their head. She found our head card and went to another room. She seems to like women. By God, this is blasphemy..."

He muttered a sentence, and quickly got to the point: "After they came out, they went to the bar to make an announcement, looking for guides who are familiar with Mount Zagros and the Asad Temple."

Ronan asked, "Are you familiar with people over there?"

Haim said: "I am very familiar with it. My hometown is in a small village in the mountains, not far from Assad."

Ronan wanted to contact these people, and their goal was also the Assad Temple.

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In a separate room on the fourth floor, Ronan slightly adjusted his appearance and clothing, wrapped in a simple headscarf that is common here, and dressed up as a 26-year-old Arab young man.

Then, he went downstairs with Haim, who had changed into neat clothes, and entered the bar on the east side of the first floor.

There are a lot of people here, most of them are desperadoes, and some people who have participated in the draft conference drink and rest here, and may go to the draft conference later.

Like a younger brother, Ronan followed Haim into the bar.

When the two came to the bar, Haim pointed to the temporary employment notice for the guide, and asked, "When was this announced?"

The people at the bar were very cooperative: "Not long."

Haim said: "I took this, and quickly removed it."

When the guide enters the mountain, there is a reward of 1000 U.S. dollars, and there are many people who grab this job.

The bartender faintly reminded him, "You can't take this job anytime you want. The boss needs an interview, and only those who are qualified will be hired. A few people wanted to take it just now, but they were all rejected."

"Where's the hired man?" Haim asked, "Call him out quickly, don't talk too much!"

Ronan has been standing behind Haim, looking introverted and dull, never saying a word.

His eyes seemed to be fixed on the front, but he kept wandering around, looking for the six people mentioned by the white turban.

Soon, Ronan found it in a booth in the corner of the bar. The combination of five men and one woman is relatively rare.

The woman is wearing a black burqa, with her face and head covered by a black turban.

The other five people can be regarded as crooked melons and cracked dates, and they have everything.

He's seen a few, at the tomb of Salah al-Din in Damascus!

Noticing that the woman's face turned to this side, Ronan quickly looked away and continued to listen to the chatter between the bartender and Haim.

The bartender marked the hire entry and made a phone call.

A man came from the corner, who looked like Heitan, asked the bartender a few words, looked at Haim and Ronan, and asked, "Are you guides? Do you do similar work?"

Haim lifted his coat, revealing his pistol: "Local mercenaries will occasionally lead the way, as long as they can make money."

Ronan still didn't speak.

Ashes briefly sized up the two of them, and beckoned, "Come with me."

Haim and Ronan followed him to the booth in the corner.

Zarina's eyes shone like stars, staring at the two people who came over. The former was obviously a local Kurd, while the latter had dark skin and was younger than the former, but they were vaguely similar in appearance.

Ashes opened the stool and sat down, saying, "Head, it's them."

Zarina pointed to the two empty seats opposite and said, "Sit."

Haim sat across from Zarina, and Ronan sat next to him.

Zarina asked, "What's the name?"

Haim smiled and said, "My name is Haim, and this is my brother Halimi."

Zarina asked, "Are you familiar with Mount Zagros and the Asad Temple?"

"I grew up in Burayi Village in the Zagros Mountains." Haim said the truth: "Before I left the mountains to start a life, I often went to the Asad Temple to worship, but I didn't go there recently. "

Zarina asked, "Why?"

Haim lowered his voice: "The Assad Temple was bombed by the Americans. Such a large ancient temple built of stones was completely blown into ruins..."

He said roughly what the white turban had said before.

Zarina asked some more about the situation in the Zagros Mountains. After all, Haim grew up in the mountains, so he spoke clearly.

The live jaw opened its mouth to reveal its metal teeth: "Head, sounds much more reliable than the previous ones."

Zarina's eyes suddenly turned to Ronan: "You also grew up in the Zagros Mountains?"

While hearing the question, Ronan felt a mental force trying to influence his thoughts, so that he could tell the truth. With his willpower, he was not too affected, and said naturally: "Yes, but that I was younger then."

Zarina nodded and said to Haim, "Okay, we will leave in half an hour."

Haim was about to respond.

Ronan said slightly bluntly: "Deposit!"

Haim said, "You have to pay half of the deposit first."

Zarina snorted and said, "I'll give it to you before we leave."

Bazel got up and walked to the bar, canceling the recruitment notice.

Haim said before that he is a mercenary to make a living. He specially reminded: "You need to prepare some supplies. After the US bombing, the people in the mountains basically ran out. The journey is somewhat long, so you should bring more water and food. .”

Zarina said to a man with a tattoo on his arm: "Torch, you and Ashes go out to buy supplies, hurry up."

Haim said, "Let's go together."

Zarina nodded: "Go and come back quickly."

The four of them left the bar and went shopping in the small supermarket opposite the Ambo Hotel. Ronan took out the mobile phone he bought in Iraq and looked at it. There was a new message from Safin on it.

Ronan could receive a text message from Safin, indicating that Safin had left the uninhabited town and arrived at a place with mobile phone signals.

Assassin's convoy joined Safin and was heading to the Zagros Mountains together. They will set up an air defense position in the concealed place provided by Haim about six kilometers away from Assad's temple.

Less than [-] kilometers away from the outskirts of the Zagros Mountains is the US military base in Tamim Province. Ronan hopes that the Armor-S system will not be used.

Therefore, try to pass quietly, leave quickly after you succeed, and try not to disturb the US military as much as possible.

Sufin and Armor S are just in case.

After shopping and arriving at the entrance of the Amber Hotel, Zarina and three other people were already waiting beside the two cars.

Bazel ordered five hundred dollars to Haim, and Haim happily put it away, then got into the driver's seat of the first car, and drove ahead to lead the way.

Ronan sat in the co-pilot.

Two off-road vehicles passed through the downtown area and drove towards the eastern mountainous area in the dark.

Ronan activated his mind's eye and switched to the perspective of the raven in the sky. There were no pursuers behind the two cars.

Sitting in the back seat, one is called Ripper and the other is Ash.

The former had a metal hand, not clumsy though not as mobile as a normal hand.

If the strength is strong enough, such a hand is better than a knife.

It seems that after the hand is disabled, it is specially modified.