Bian Fei used 110 numbers on the computer and closely followed the movement of these numbers. In the morning, the cars drove irregularly, completely like headless flies bumping around. It was not until the afternoon that these numbers appeared regular. Except for the 8th, the other nine cars were scattered out of the city.

On the surface, those vehicles leaving the city are the key investigation targets. But after careful analysis, why Xie Wendong left No. 8 in Mosul? Isn’t this place without any silver? Next, Xie Wendong called him and asked him to determine that one of the vehicles 8 and 9 must have a nuclear warhead.

Xie Wendong's original words were as follows: "Brother Bian, the things you want to carry out have been shipped out of the city. It is rare to have time. I will accompany me to visit some of the scenic spots and historical sites here in the afternoon."

The war-torn countries are escorting such precious things as nuclear warheads, but they are still in the old nest of Isis, which is eyeing the nuclear warheads. No matter how big Xie Wendong is, he may not have the intention to travel. Bian Fei could conclude that this No. 8 truck must be the truck that escorts the three-phase nuclear warheads. Other vehicles scattered out of the city are all the pretexts that Xie Wendong wants to cover up.

He told Yuri Ozelov what he thought. Yuri Ozelov was so proud that he transferred all the elites under his command and closely monitored the truck numbered 8 in the city. What was strange was that after careful investigation, the truck did not even have a driver, let alone the White Blood Force and the Dark Sky Eye Force hiding nearby to defend.

When the elites were almost here, the streets were blocked and the guys who were supposed to prepare were ready. Yuriozelov decided to fight quickly. He commanded nearly 400 subordinates to surround the vehicle No. 8, ten layers inside and ten layers outside, and no fly inside could fly out, and no grasshopper outside could jump in.

After some preparations were made, Isis's colonel Yuriozelov personally directed his men and slowly approached the truck numbered 8 in small steps. He was very cautious, his two wind-catching ears were erect, fearing that someone would suddenly jump out of his body and pay more money. In such an extremely tense environment, everyone could even hear the sound of their heart beating.

Finally, they approached the truck.

Yuriozelov waved his hand and four isis militants went up to remove the rainproof tent wrapped in the truck like a rice dumpling. It didn't matter if this was done. A very ordinary lock appeared in front of them. The four of them plucked up their courage to open the door of the truck. They looked inside and saw that they were almost angry. They had no farts except for a few tons of cabbage and radish.

Obviously, this is simply a truck loading a nuclear warhead.

Yuriozelov felt like he was being treated like a little fool and was fooled. He took out his cell phone and called Bian Fei. At this time, Bian Fei was accompanying Xie Wendong to visit a huge mosque in Mosul, Iraq, which can accommodate 20,000 people. Although the mosque was burned half a year ago, he could still appreciate the grandeur and scenery of the past from its decaying face.

Xie Wendong was listening to Bian Fei telling something, but Bian Fei's cell phone rang. Bian Fei took out his cell phone and saw that he was almost scared to death. It was Yuriozelov's phone. If Xie Wendong saw it and became suspicious of it, then his life would have to be finished today.

Bian Fei's Adam's apple rolled up and down and hurriedly hung up his phone. As soon as the phone was hung up, he called again. Bian Fei hung up the second time, and Yuriozelov called the third time.

What a stupid pig. If something happened to him, all the plans would be ruined. Bian Fei was about to quit the third time, when Xie Wendong spoke: "Come on, don't be embarrassed. I've beaten three of them, it must be an urgent matter."

Gulu swallowed his saliva and said thank you Brother Dong. Then he picked up his phone, walked to the side and pressed the answer button.

As soon as I answered the phone, I heard Yuri Ozelov cursing angryly on the other side of the phone: "There is no nuclear warhead we need in car No. 8, it's all vegetables, we're fooled."

Bian Fei knew that Xie Wendong and others could not speak Arabic, but for safety reasons, he still didn't dare to say too much: "I understand, I'm shopping with my boss, and I'll return it to you later." Ah.
Chapter completed!