All the people coming and going were Arabs, probably working. Most of them came from Iran, but he also saw some black people from Africa.

"Is there an Afghan electrical appliance store here? Or a Turkish." Wu Funing tried to ask a Persian man who was idle in a T-shirt shop and spoke a Persian Afghan accent. He was surprised by his accent.

The man didn't answer him. He looked at Wu Funing emptyly with his mouth half open.

Wu Funing repeated the question on one side, but the man still did not answer.

He gave up and asked the owner of the CD store next door.

"The third turn on the right is marked with marks." The owner told Wu Funing this way. He did not try to sell any goods to him, but just pointed to the narrow aisle and spoke.

Then he said in a rather low voice: "I really don't want to say anything unlucky, but when you finish your work, it's better to leave that building as soon as possible."

"I know, thank you for your advice."

At this time, many people passing by him must have looked at him like this.

Because he is a Chinese man who looks only about twenty years old, he is too young and has smooth skin without beard and body odor, which is something he cannot change.

Even though he had been with many guerrillas for a long time, the mercenaries from all over the world were very polite to Wu Funing. Of course, there were also many times when they seemed to want to attack him while he was sleeping.

Wu Funing soon found the store he was looking for, which had an old signboard, which looked like an electrical appliance store.

And for Wu Funing, one of the messages is a very simple code.

The English word is the nickname of a man named Makid, who is known for leading an Afghan guerrilla. He is an unparalleled strategist in the mountains, just like a poet and scholar's literary accomplishments.

As early as the early Cold War, his guerrillas were invincible. But when the Chinese Federation brought its forces to Afghanistan, the local situation completely changed. (To be continued.
Chapter completed!