Chapter 1079

Southwest of Durban, the intersection of Russell street and West Street.

Qin Fei looked out from the SUV. About 50 meters away on the right front, there was an Italian restaurant with a sign saying "ladolceta".

This name reminds Mister of an Italian film in the 1960s. The name is also this, which translates into "sweet life".

About 30 meters behind Qin Fei's parking place is the entrance of a cemetery. This cemetery is called "West Street cemetery", covering an area of dozens of mu. It is dark in that direction, there is no light, and there are few pedestrians, so it is very suitable for cars to park here.

"Michelle, did you find out about this guy?"

Qin Fei put down his small single lens, pressed the call button hidden under the button of the cotton plaid shirt and asked major Michelle.

An hour ago, after the plane landed, everyone followed Michelle to the safe house at 32 Boscombe street, Durban.

After discussion, Michelle and Qin Fei agreed not to scare the snake and see what the guy who stole the fake hard disk was doing.

Therefore, Michelle, Joyce, George and Yuri stayed in the safe room to set up a communication command platform, while Qin Fei and mister, Hugo and Connor came to the "sweet time" Italian restaurant at the end of Russell Street according to Yuri's whereabouts.

According to the data Yuri obtained from the police monitoring system, the person who took the fake hard disk from the vault was photographed and compared with the facial features in the mi17 database. No data has been obtained yet.

To such a place, if there is no accident, it should be delivery.

"I have found his information and I want to send it to you." Michelle said: "this guy's foundation is not clean."

With that, the screen of the small military notebook installed in the car lit up and a prompt symbol appeared.

Qin Fei knocked the Enter key, and the man's information immediately appeared on the screen.

The middle-aged man who entered the vault and took away the fake hard disk in the safe with Rhett's ID account and password was Ahmed Abbas, a former leader of the ISAAC Martyrs Brigade. Three years ago, he had been active in the Middle East and made several ied bombings. Later, he fled after being watched by Mossad, and then disappeared in everyone's sight.

According to relevant rumors, he went to Africa and organized a small paramilitary team to engage in arms trading activities.

After reading the information, the people in the car looked at each other.

For a long time, Connor frowned and asked, "shit, how does this guy know the password and account number?"

Then he turned his eyes to his colleague Hugo.

Hugo's face became ugly.

Qin Fei understands that they are doing this because if Rhett's account and password are obtained by Abbas, there are only two possibilities - the first possibility is that Rhett leaked the password and account to Carmen, and Carmen's kidnapping is related to Abbas. Abbas obtained the password and account from Carmen's mouth.

The second possibility is that Abbas and Rhett are related in themselves, and there may be some unspeakable relationship. Rhett has long been corrupted and rebelled, not as Michelle thought, but as simple as breaking the rules in their personal private life.

In either case, at least it is a scandal for departments such as mi17. According to the usual rules, it should have sent "scavenger" agents to clean up.

However, Qin Fei feels that the former is more likely.

Because if Rhett colludes with Abbas, how can Abbas not know that the hard disk is fake?

"Major, I have received your information and we will continue to stare here." Qin Fei replied to Michelle, picked up the monocular again and said to Mister, "Abbas went in just now. I saw Hugo and Connor. You two stay here to monitor the front door. Lao MI and I go to the back door."

"All right." Hugo nodded, which was the best way.

Qin Fei got out of the car, stood by the roadside and looked around.

Mister lit a cigarette and said to Qin Fei, "it seems very quiet tonight..."

Qin Fei noticed that there were few people on the whole street, and only the dim yellow street lamps reflected the lamp posts on the street lonely.

"There may be riots these two days. Maybe the police warned the people and reduced going out."

"These blacks just can't be calm." Mister's mouth showed an extremely disdainful sneer. Although he is not a racist, he doesn't seem to like big old black.

"Mind your own business. Let's guard at the back door. Don't disturb Abbas. Just watch and don't do anything."

Then they turned into Russell street, where a few pedestrians could be seen, but the lights were bright in front of the "sweet time" restaurant, and several cars stopped. Several big and thick white men cruised at the door, revealing that their arms outside their short sleeves were full of tattoos.

"These guys are not ordinary people." Qin Fei walked across the street from the opposite side towards the alley behind the restaurant. His sharp eyes had already seen that the five or six strong men in front of the door were bulging at the waist. At a glance, he knew that other guys were inside.

"These guys don't seem to worry about riots," Mister murmured.

Both of them knew that this "sweet time" restaurant was not an ordinary restaurant, so they stopped talking, hurried across the sidewalk opposite the restaurant, and then turned into the side street.

In fact, this cross street is also a street, called Smith Street, but compared with the main entrance of the restaurant, the street lights here are much dimmer.

Qin Fei found the entrance of the alley next to a shop. Walking inside is a residential area. They stopped in the shadow of the alley.

It's facing the back door of "sweet time" restaurant. It's only more than ten meters away. It's very suitable for observation.

"We are in place." Qin Fei informed Hugo on the channel, "what has changed over there?"

"Very quiet," Hugo replied.

"Pay attention to the men at the door. They have weapons in their hands."

"I see."

Surveillance is actually a very boring thing, especially now the streets of Durban are full of the smell of fire medicine. There is a restlessness hidden in the dry and hot weather and the salty and humid sea breeze. It seems that a little spark can ignite the whole city.

Suddenly, there was an explosion in the distance.

Qin Fei and Mister were startled and looked around, but they didn't see the explosion point.

"What's the matter? I heard an explosion at the back door." Qin Fei immediately fed back the situation.

"There was an explosion in the crowd over the Francis square. Many people gathered there to protest against the government's permission of illegal immigrants to enter the country. There was a sudden explosion and a car was lit..."

In the safe room, Yuri stared at the police monitoring picture on the screen and said anxiously, "it's three blocks from your location. It seems that there will be a riot tonight."

Qin Fei turned his wrist and looked at the time.

It's already 8:30 p.m.

"Hugo, did you find any suspicious people coming to deal with Abbas at the front door?"

Qin Fei knows that the front door has been monitored with a camera. Everyone entering the "sweet time" restaurant will be photographed and compared in the mi17 database.

Generally speaking, the people who can trade with Abbas will not be good men and women, and they will most likely appear in the database.

"No harvest yet..."

Hugo's voice was disappointed.

Qin Fei was even more worried. If the city began to riot, it would not be a smart choice for him and mister to stand here and spy on the back door of the restaurant.

It's said that tonight is a planned attack riot by locals against foreigners. Of course, Lao MI and himself belong to the category of "foreigners". Although they are not immigrants from other small countries in Africa who rob locals of their jobs, how can they care so much when the big black people make trouble? At that time, I'm afraid it will be difficult for me and mister to get away.

Qin Fei asked Mister, "how many bullets did you bring?"

"Six magazines," Mister said. "For surveillance missions, six magazines are enough."

"Surrounded by the mob, ten more magazines are not enough." Qin Fei's voice did not fall, and there was another explosion in the direction of Francis square.