Jiang Yan Hai entered the bar without incident. Ignoring the people inside and their strange looks, he headed straight for the small door at the back. The Advanced Scanning System had already mapped out the entire structure. He knew exactly where to find what he needed.
Although the man codenamed Frog lived in the Osai Nation, his operations spanned the Persian Gulf region of this world. It had to be said that the chaos in the Persian Gulf had nothing to do with any damn religious beliefs. It was purely because the ground beneath it was rich in energy resources.
And energy was the original sin behind everything. Er Dan had already investigated the situation in this part of the world. The Persian Gulf nations here did not have so many historical grudges, and their beliefs were completely different from those over there—relatively speaking, they were much more moderate.
But the one similarity was that it was just as chaotic here, and even more chaotic than in reality!
Frog was also an intelligence dealer, and an arms dealer as well.
Beyond the small door was a corridor. No one stopped Jiang Yan Hai. Their looks were strange, but they did not stop anyone who entered this place. Those who needed stopping would always be stopped.
At the end of the corridor stood an iron door. Jiang Yan Hai walked up to it and knocked in a deliberate rhythm. There was a sequence to his knocks.
After he had knocked roughly three times, the iron door opened from the inside with a creak.
The man who opened it was another burly Nordic man in his thirties. He looked Jiang Yan Hai over, glanced into the distance, then tilted his head.
Jiang Yan Hai walked past him, and the Nordic man shut