Solving Middle Age Crisis by Intelligence System-Chapter 614 - 409: The Suddenly Appearing Team

In the no-man’s land beside Highway 219, An Zai was squatting with his big rear end in the dry toilet.

This place is nothing like the city; life here is extremely harsh, with not only dreadful climate conditions but also almost no signal—days are terribly dull.

Moreover, now it’s off-peak tourist season, and you can go two or three days without seeing a single car on the road.

Even this old soldier, who can endure a lot, was finding it hard to bear...

"Ah, just five more days until I’m free, hang in there..." An Zai comforted himself while pulling out some toilet paper from his pocket and folding it a few times.

Just as he finished wiping and was about to pull up his pants, suddenly in the distance on the dirt road appeared dots of light, exceptionally noticeable in the pitch-black night.

An Zai’s hand froze at his waistband, causing the roll of paper he was holding to slip to the ground.

He poked his head out along the iron sheet wall of the dry toilet, squinting towards the direction of the shining lights.

Those were headlights from cars, and judging by the looks of it, there were quite a few cars!

This sudden appearance of the convoy aroused An Zai’s alertness instantly.

Anyone who has traveled on Highway 219 knows that the road conditions here are extremely poor; some sections are difficult to traverse even during the day, let alone at night when you can’t see the road.

So regular self-driving tourists would find a place to camp before dark, nobody would drive at night.

An Zai pulled his head back, quickly yanking his pants up with two or three tugs, not bothering to fasten the belt as he jogged out.

Returning to the herder’s tent, he quickly dug out his satellite phone and tucked his equipment into his waistband, then ran outside to continue observing the situation.

Qi Yun entrusted him with the task to stay here and see if anyone recently would head towards Kunlun Mountain.

And to go in that direction, the small path beside the yurt is a necessary route.

If these suddenly appearing convoys were heading that way, he had to report immediately.

The wind at night was strong, the chill seeped in through his collar into his body, An Zai shrank his neck, his eyes deadlocked on the distant lights.

After five or six minutes, the convoy got closer and closer, the headlights of the lead car were too dazzling to see anything clearly.

The only judgment he could make was that they were slowly decelerating.

Creak~

Successive braking sounds rang out.

An Zai, hiding behind the haystack, instantly became tense!

He retracted his upper body, only poking out half of his head to observe the opponent’s actions.

Leading the convoy was a dark gray Toyota Land Cruiser, the body covered in thick mud, followed by four enclosed pickups, equally dirty, it’s clear they traveled a long way.

The driver’s side door of the Land Cruiser opened, and out stepped a tall man.

He wore a jacket and a bandit hat on his head, under the car lights you could roughly make out his features but couldn’t tell if he was Uighur or a foreigner.

After getting out of the car, he glanced towards the yurt, jabbering something unintelligible.

Soon after, another person came out from the back seat, considerably thinner, holding a tablet, pointing around.

This person looked like a Han Chinese, but the wind was strong and scattered the sound, indistinctly heard.

An Zai buried his face in the haystack, leaving only his eyes exposed.

From the strange behavior of the other side, he deduced that these people were most likely heading towards that passage.

After discussing for a while, the two men walked towards the yurt.

This herder’s home had a total of three yurts, the largest one was where the master lived, the other two smaller ones were vacant, An Zai temporarily lived in one.

The herder’s main occupation was cattle and sheep raising, often venturing far to pasture.

Today coincidentally, the male head was driving the herd to a distant pasture, leaving only his wife Zhuoma and the child at home.

After these days of interaction, An Zai could communicate simply with them, of course not through language, but gestures.

Earlier he had instructed Zhuoma to not come out upon hearing any commotion.

The guide Lo Sang had once told the family that An Zai was from the government, so Zhuoma trusted An Zai thoroughly, even when hearing car noises approaching, she did not come out to check.

The wind was making the felt on the yurt rustle loudly, and the two men walked straight towards the large yurt where Zhuoma lived.

An Zai watched their footsteps, his hand quietly reaching for his waist.

As long as they make any dangerous move, he wouldn’t hesitate to shoot.

"Hello! Is anyone there?" spoke the thin man.

This time, hiding behind the haystack, An Zai heard clearly. The man spoke Mandarin.

"Hello! Is anyone here?!"

He asked twice, but there was no response from the yurt.

The tall man saw no activity from the yurt, jabbered something, with a tone slightly impatient.

The thin man nodded, the two turned around and returned to the convoy, getting into the Land Cruiser, the convoy started again.

Watching this, An Zai breathed a sigh of relief.

He didn’t know how many people were in the following pickups and whether they carried weapons; if conflict really erupted, he was worried about the safety of Zhuoma and her child.

But this sigh was only half relieved, although the people left, they made a turn, heading along the path into Kunlun Mountain.

Now it was confirmed beyond doubt, he promptly took out the satellite phone, reporting the situation here to Qi Yun.

"Hello, Boss..."

On the other end, Qi Yun was leaning on the sofa watching cartoons with his daughter. After listening to An Zai’s account, he immediately stood up and walked to the study.

"Can you identify who these people are?"

"All unfamiliar faces, unable to determine for now, there might be foreigners among them."

Upon hearing the word foreigners, Qi Yun’s expression instantly turned serious.

One name just popped into his mind—De Gaulle.

The opponent personally went to Shambala, so they know the exact location and route.

The main reason Qi Yun sent An Zai to keep watch was largely to guard against this guy’s insistence on coming back again.

Recalling last time at the airport parting, De Gaulle had vowed to him that he wouldn’t go to that place anymore, yet just a few days later, he sent people again.

"Got it, adapt to circumstances yourself, be safe, I’ll send people over immediately!"

After instructing, Qi Yun pondered for a couple of seconds, then proceeded to dial De Gaulle’s number.

It should be morning in Europe now, the call quickly connected.

"Qi, calling me is about the shares affair? Christophe is already negotiating over there."

"Not about the shares for now, just now a team went towards Kunlun Mountain, I want to know did you send them?" Qi Yun asked expressionlessly.

On the phone, De Gaulle paused for two seconds, the casual tone vanished.

"If I say those weren’t sent by me, would you believe it?"

Qi Yun squinted, replied in a deep voice: "Whether I believe isn’t the point, only you and I know that place, and now someone is heading there."