When Buck was lying on the desolate roadside, it was almost five or six o'clock in the morning. Xiang Wan, who knew that her husband had penetrated the Turkey border, had been sitting in her highly confidential work room. Seeing that the dark glass city had already had the first light, Xiang Wan was not tired at all. She just stood up and stretched out her aches, and saw that the tea tank on the corner of the table was empty, and she turned her neck muscles to the outside to receive boiling water.

But I saw my mother changing into light clothes and tiptoing towards the door, and couldn't help but lower her voice: "Go to practice in the morning?" Since she started dancing square dance, Nie Yijun has become more and more serious, going downstairs with Liu Shufen and Du Wenhui for morning exercises every morning. She is not running at this age, but she just practices Tai Chi while the cleaner is still cleaning the pedestrian street in the morning and then buys breakfast to come back.

Nie Yijun nodded and pointed at his room: "Xiaohu is still sleeping... has been busy for another night?"

Xiang Wan pulled the corner of her mouth to smile, but her expression was not so relaxed: "Well, he is in a more dangerous area, and I want to keep receiving his message."

Nie Yijun raised his head and helped his tall daughter twirl her hair neatly: "All are good kids, mom is very proud!" The smile on her face was a real sincerity.

Xiang Wan finally nodded with a smile and sent her mother out. She was about to close the door gently, but she saw Zhou Xiaoli on the opposite side also sending Liu Shufen and Du Wenhui out. Zhou Xiaoli, who was still wearing pajamas, looked at Xiang Wan's serious shirt and trousers, and said, "I've been busy all night?" These days, since Buck went to Europe, Xiang Wan has basically adjusted her work and rest time like Buck, and the whole family knows it.

Xiang Wan was anxious to go back to stay at her post, nodded quickly and turned around, but Zhou Xiaoli followed quickly. Her thin summer pajamas could not cover her plump figure. She waved her hands to the three mothers who entered the elevator and lowered her voice and asked, "Does he have any news?"

Xiang Wan picked up the tea and returned to the workshop: "He notified me of the action plan in the evening. Now he should be on the Syrian border with another companion." As soon as she walked to the door and saw that the special phone call that answered the antenna outside the window was not moving, she leaned against the door without any haste.

Zhou Xiaoli also leaned against the door frame on the other side, crossed her feet, and her white and tender feet picked up her slippers and swayed twice: "Syria... the place I listened to in the news every day feels so far away, but my man is actually trying to do it there."

Xiang Wanmei took a sip of tea: "It's not a toss, there is a very important task!"

Zhou Xiaoli nodded: "I know, this is what I mean, it's a bit unreal... I have been following those news these days, it sounds so scary, and they explode and behead them every day. I feel very nervous. If it weren't for the day, I would have to go to the company to handle it. I really want to spend time with you and sit here to listen to his news."

Xiang Wan had no smug expression: "I not only listen to the news, but also search for any information fragments that can be found based on his route and surrounding situation. However, now that I have started secret operations, I can only wait for the news patiently."

Zhou Xiaoli looked at Xiang Wan and smiled and plucked her hair: "You two are really a perfect match."

Xiang Wan had to confirm that it was not sarcastic before responding: "Also... well, there are many couples in our unit."

Zhou Xiaoli nodded: "That's right, otherwise the other couple would not be able to stand it if they were doing things in the middle of the night..." Jing Xiang bounced up and said, "I'll go back to clean up too. I'll go to work later. Today, Nan Nan is going to come back with Natasha. You've been tired all night, so I'll pick you up at the airport in the afternoon."

Xiang Wan is kind: "Then I'll bother you..."

Zhou Xiaoli's words "It's all a family" had just reached her mouth before she could say it, the phone that looked similar to the elder brother suddenly made a low whimpering sound, Xiang Wan jumped over with a quick and steady step, put down the teapot and grabbed the headset connected to the phone: "It's me, C7..." The clear and concise English response was as full of the professional flavor of agents as the short phone ringtone.

Zhou Xiaoli immediately stretched her neck and leaned against the door.

Buck's voice was a little quick: "Report coordinates, longitude 39..." A long list of data reached five or six digits after the decimal point. Xiang Wan grabbed the pencil with her left hand and wrote down the complex numbers on the note book. Her right hand had already controlled the triple screen on the workbench and began to enter coordinate values ​​on the expanded satellite map, and quickly locked to a point. Buck had already informed Xiang Wan in her headphones: "I try to turn on the Beidou coordinate positioning, see if I can record my moving trajectory at any time. If it overlaps with the previous activity areas, use this phone to notify me at any time. I can answer the phone in a safe state."

Xiang Wan agreed crisply, but just about to hang up the phone, the room there was probably Ba Linhu woke up, but she got up and didn't see her grandmother. She stumbled out and still didn't see anyone. She screamed a long howl. Zhou Xiaoli's slippers by the door were not put on, so she jumped over and picked up the child and coaxed: "Oh...be good..."

But Buck heard it on the quantum phone and ended with a smile: "Okay, I'm fine, don't worry, tell Xiaohu good..."

It's safe, but the situation is completely different from what I expected.

The people on the street had just surged for about ten minutes, and a long row of lights suddenly appeared from the road behind Buck with a roar, which made Buck, who was stretching his neck to observe what was happening on the street, quickly roll into the ditch on the side of the road.

Then, with a slight vibration on the ground, a long row of large trucks rushed over, carrying the air valves and brakes that were unique to heavy vehicles, one by one, and stopped on the wide flat outside the town one by one. Buck had just judged from the lightness and dynamics of these vehicles that there should be nothing in the cargo compartment. The men and women who had previously surged came over immediately, gathering in groups next to the cockpit. In several languages, Buck heard English, but the distance was far and chaotic and noisy, so Buck only vaguely heard half of the sentence in Hasdi Oilfield.

The Hasdi Oilfield is an oil field area near Iraq in northern Syria. It is a coordinate point known to both Daisy and Gulisa. After Daisy entered Syria, she first received military training at the IS military camp near the oilfield, and then headed south to open up a new battlefield in southern Iraq. However, Gulisa knew that this rare large oil field in the Syrian Kurdish region is one of the few high-yield fields in Syria that can be comparable to the Iraqi Kurdish region.

Is this convoy heading to the Hasdi Oilfield controlled by the IS army?

Buck in the darkness hid in the shadows formed by the vehicles and looked up and found that in this convoy of at least sixty or seventy heavy trucks, only two or three were trucks, and the others were tankers, and most of them should be empty tankers!

I think of myself taking a NATO military aid equipment vehicle from Turkey to the Kurdish area, which is another tanker to the IS military-controlled area.

Why do everyone passes from Türkiye?

Buck felt a little dizzy. It was so complicated that it was a mess!

But these tankers would not waste fuel and run around the desert in northeastern Syria. Buck only hesitated for a few seconds, seized an opportunity and jumped up from the side of the road and got into the gaps in the tank body and front of a tank truck.

It turns out that this city on the border specializes in doing business for these convoys, offering various things that were not available in the war zone to bring in to these vehicles, and spreading the spoils on the battlefield to other places?

The convoy only stayed on the side of the road for half an hour, then set off on the road, crossing the town on the border and entering Syria!
Chapter completed!