I know, of course, that he wasn't looking forward to meeting us, but the weapons. So after getting out of the car, I quickly opened the trunk and the rear door of our car. The bags in both places were guns collected from Evra and Durin.

"Take a look. My friend. The old wolf smiled and made a gesture of please, "This is promised to the emir." Look at the things first, it's all in the car. ”

Damia nodded, walked to the trunk first, reached out and took a bag out of the trunk, opened the bag and looked inside, then reached out and touched it. After checking this bag, I didn't seem to be at ease, so I sat in the back seat again, opened a bag, took out an AKM, checked it, and walked out of the car.

"Lou. I thank you on behalf of the Emir. These things are important to us. Damia turned back to his men, and the men immediately came over and reached out to carry the bag out of their own cart.

"That's what we said before, I just did what I was supposed to do." The old wolf said and looked at Damia's men, "But I've heard from my men today that the French are ready to unite against the Emir. You have to be careful. ”

Damia listened to the old wolf's words and smiled disdainfully: "We have also heard this. This should not be a secret. The exact news is that those guys have already found quite a few gunmen from out of town. Prepare for a direct attack on the mosque this evening. ”

"Do you know so well? Then it looks like they're going to be finished this time. The old wolf said and smiled.

"Huh. Let's hope so. Since they're coming, it's better to have a break. Otherwise, doing this every day is very tiring. These people are like a swarm of poisonous wasps, they will sting you for a while, and although they can't die, they end up with unbearable pain all over their bodies. Damia looked tired at his subordinates, who had already moved their things, "I need to go back quickly." We've got a lot of people to be armed for the night's big show. ”

"That's right. My friend. When the old wolf saw that Damia looked like he was about to leave, he immediately spoke, "I have a little favor that I need your help with." ”

"Tell me, I'll do my best if I can." Damia Road.

"That's right... The old wolf said and glanced at me, "We also want to ask Emile's friends in Bordeaux to help us find a car." ”

"Looking for a car?" Damia asked, somewhat incredulous.

"Yes. It's about finding a car. Looking for a car, this is a Crich supporter, we were looking for them, we found it before but let them run, and now the car is a clue, so I have to find him. You know my relationship with Chrissy, and I don't feel comfortable killing these people. The old wolf looked at Damia and whispered.

Listening to the old wolf's words, Damia immediately nodded, looking at it, the old wolf's half-truths and half-truths made the other party believe it at once. "It's not a big deal. I'll talk to Samara and he'll do everything he can to help you. Damia said, and turned and walked back to his car.

"Aren't you going with me to see him?" The old wolf followed Damia and soon came to Damia's car.

Seeing the old wolf coming with him, Damia stopped beside the car and smiled, "Don't worry, Lu." Samara wants to see you soon. He'd love to have a good chat with you. He'll help you with this, trust me. ”

The old wolf looked at Damia in confusion and didn't speak, and Damia saw that the old wolf didn't speak, so he patted him on the shoulder and got into the car, "I'll call him." Trust me, he will definitely promise to help you find a car, and he will do his best to find it. ”

After a few cars drove away in Dalia, I came to the old wolf and said, "Samara is the boss of the North Africans in Bordeaux?" ”

"Yes." The old wolf nodded, "In the past, when Chrissy was here, I didn't dare to have too much contact with him, because Krissy didn't like these heretics and looked down on them. They think of themselves as colonizers, rulers, and these people are just second-class citizens of the colony. ”

"And what does this guy mean he wants to talk to you?" I said and glanced in the direction of Damia's departure," said the guy who sent the video earlier. And from Damia's words, it does not seem to be malicious. So what does this Samara want to talk to you about? “

"I don't know. The old wolf shook his head. Don't think too much about it, since you also said that guy didn't have malicious intentions, let's talk. Don't you know everything when you talk? After the old wolf finished speaking, he turned around, opened the car door, and got into the car.

"Do you know where that guy is? Want to contact the person who sent you the video? I asked.

"No, that's just an errand boy. It's not hard to find their boss. If you look for the imam in the mosque in the city, you will definitely find him. The old wolf said as he motioned for me to get into the car.

So we hurried north to re-enter the city of Bordeaux, and as the old wolf had said, we soon made direct contact with Samara with the help of an imam in a mosque here in the southwest corner of the city. And the meeting place is the mosque we found.

This saves us a lot of trouble, you know, we haven't had a good rest since yesterday. At this moment, everyone is exhausted, and there is such a time to wait in place to rest and rest.

But before we could rest for a while, the Samara led his men to the mosque, and led us into a room that seemed to be dedicated to reception. But it was only me and the old wolf who were brought into the room, and the others were asked to stay outside. And before entering the room, it was still the same old rule, and the old wolf and I handed over all the weapons we had with us.

After sitting down, I took a look at this Samara. This guy was dressed in a white Arabic robe, and he looked to me more like a European than a beard, and only a closer look could tell what made him different from the natives.

After the man sat down, he looked at the old wolf and said directly, "Lu, I'm glad to sit down with you for a good chat one day." Listen to Damia of Marseille, you have something to ask me for? ”

"Exactly." The old wolf nodded, "I need you to help me find a car." After the old wolf finished speaking, he took out the paper with the color of the car, the number of plates, and the license plate and handed it to Samara.

Samara took the piece of paper and looked at it, and without asking too much questions, stood up, went to the door, opened it, and said a word outside, and then walked back and sat back in his place.

"Wait a minute. I asked one of my men to take care of it. He folded the paper and held it in his hand, "Lu, you know what? Something happened to your friend Doolin. “

It's the weekend again... I finally got the two chapters in place before my hands froze...

(End of chapter)