Daisy didn't smile: "Many young Europeans who ran away from home like me thought they were pursuing romance and ideals, and secretly parted with them according to the routes and methods they suggested. Then I took a detour to Amsterdam to meet two other girls with similar backgrounds as me. Then I went to Turkey, rented a car to the Syrian border, and waited for a day or two before a woman came to take us across the border. Now I think about it, I was completely stunned and crazy at that time."

Natasha was very calm: "Love can make people dizzy."

Daisy shook her head: "It's not entirely love. Actually, I don't have much love for him. I know I'm not beautiful, not outstanding, everything is very ordinary, with average grades. In the future, graduation may be just a dull clerk job. As a result, a strong man suddenly appears in his life, who is more than ten years older than me, and has these incredible adventures. He talks sweetly to me, tells me love me every day, and wants to say to me in person every day..."

Gulisa quickly glanced at Buck and turned her eyes back to the place she had stared at before.

Xiang Wan opened her laptop and stood on the desktop. There were countless surveillance photos of girls wearing ordinary clothes quickly passing border inspection at the airport: "This has basically become a template for the IS army to use the Internet to recruit new people. Every week, about 50 to 100 men and more than a dozen women secretly follow the route from Europe to Turkey to join the IS army, which is not limited to Muslims."

Daisy frowned: "I have said just now that I fell in love with the jihad first, and thought it was cool, the stimulation of my ordinary life, and then I believe in Islam. They want to make headlines, become heroes that others talk about, and then join the Muslim group. Many people can't even understand the difference between God and God. They are just dissatisfied with real life and want to take risks, but often many people regret it when they go over!"

Some painful expressions began to appear on the white girl's face. She held her glasses frame. From a psychological point of view, this was a subconscious act of trying to block her eyes and cover up her inner struggle: "The dream was shattered immediately... There were only desolate outdoor camps, fighting and killing. After the newcomers arrived, they first watched those suicide attacks all day and night, and videos of sneak attacks on the US military in Iraq and Afghanistan. They called the course called spiritual guidance, which was constantly brainwashing. In a few days,

It can be seen that the result is that some people become excited and have only jihad in their minds, while others feel deceived and want to go home... This is the time for identification. Smart and active people will do special tasks, such as spies. Those who are sober and resist will be abused and asked to obey. Those who are willing to devote themselves to making human bombs will be thrown into military training camps. They will only be sent to the battlefield for three days of weapon training. Every day I encounter is a threat of humiliation and death..." Tears can't help but start to soak.

Zhou Xiaoli finally whispered: "Isn't this... similar to a pyramid scheme?"

Xiang Wan sneered: "The technique is the same, but the nature is much worse."

Gulisa gave Daisy tissue: "The area of ​​the IS army is mainly two parts. It follows Syria toward Iraq south and north. Daisy is in the south, and the north is the area where our Kurds fight. After our sisters were caught, they killed, gang raped, and became sexual slaves. They even sold them to other places. So I joined the Kurdish women's regiment in the city. Our attitude towards fighting with the IS army is to never leave any living, neither leave the enemy's life nor leave myself as a prisoner. I have several sisters who died on the battlefield. If one is seriously injured, I will help me with my own hands..." She was strong, maybe she had been fighting bravely to save her life, and she was still a little proud.

Zhou Xiaoli finally became completely quiet. She might have been the hardest one in the past, and her personality was also a bit extreme, but compared with these two, that's really a tiny old witch.

Natasha was still calm: "It's rare. We have one in the north and south here, and we are also divided into the IS army and the resistance army, so we can clearly understand the entire IS army activity area. When we were patrolling various places these days, we have compiled a picture of the activity area."

Xiang Wan knew how to open a mobile phone projector and cast the pictures from her computer on the wall of the restaurant in the luxury presidential suite. Natasha casually pulled the flowers in the vase on the dining table, and used the flower branches as a guide stick: "The main force must be close to the north, including Daisy, proved that they were just a part of the main force and wanted to develop a new territory in southern Iraq. Then our focus must be in the north, and this central meeting must be held in the north."

Speaking of which, this group is really rare. Xiang Wan's intelligence collection and analysis ability is professional, and Natasha's military tactical theory analysis is also a professional. With the information transmission of the parties involved on both sides, the integrated things may not be so detailed in some national-level intelligence agencies, especially the image observation ability of women who are very different from men.

Natasha started from northern Syria: "Daisy's sense of direction is not very strong, but she is very clear about the important battles she has experienced. She mainly uses the time when the death of the European partners she knows as the memory axis. We followed the activity trajectory and stay time of the team she belonged to. In the end, the team was wiped out by Buck and others in the central and southern Iraq, and more than half of the team was wiped out by Buck and others and other armed personnel. Then there are basically no stable camps and strongholds in the southern front line, but it is not ruled out that there are some contact points here. We have sorted out and will be handed over to Abekel and his southern armed forces to attack at a designated point to drive away the contact points here."

Türkiye is at a right angle at the border, bordering Syria from west to east, Iraq and Iran, and on the other side of the right angle is Russia across Georgia.

So Natasha's flower branches turned to the upper part: "And here, because it is Gulisa's hometown, the Kurdish settlement area she is familiar with, and from the Iraqi border, these parts are key occupied areas of the IS army. These oil fields and oil wells are important sources of funding for the IS army, but the original two crude oil refineries here have been destroyed and blown up, so the IS army's own fuel supply should also come from outside."

On the projected map, the various terrain information provided by Daisy and Gulisa were marked in red and blue, respectively. It was obvious that Daisy was in a linear shape, while Gulisa was full of painting circles. As a local girl, she was familiar with a wider range and more thoroughly.

But Daisy's intelligence is obviously more intuitive. Natasha pointed to the northeast where Syria and these two combat areas intersected: "Daisy has an observation of them, which is almost a paradox. The senior commanders in the IS army almost like to use high-end luxury goods. Maybe they know that their madness is just like this moment, madly harming others. While they abuse others, they also like to use high-end goods. They oppose the West, oppose capitalism, and fight back against all modern civilization things, but they like luxury goods and designer brands. Daisy said that the easiest way to distinguish who is the leader in a certain IS army is to see if there are any famous brand items on him, the newness of Nike sneakers, Ray-Ban glasses, and even the mobile phone model can tell the other party's identity..."

Daisy added helplessly: "Not only is the crazy enjoyment before death, they also want to seduce ignorant young people through such displays. I used to have nothing like you, but look at me in the jihad... In fact, it is not only the most fanatical bosses who can enjoy these things."

Being lenient to oneself, discipline others strictly, being strict when advocating religion, and being open when enjoying life is the style of most cults.
Chapter completed!