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Li Jin also nodded and returned to the room after eating.

He didn't know how long he slept, but when he woke up, it was still daytime outside.

"It's already the second day since you woke up, Brother Jin." Liu Jun said from the side.

Li Jin nodded. It seemed that he was indeed too tired.

After a simple meal, Li Jin and Liu Jun came to the hospital and saw the two robbers lying on the hospital bed.

Outside the ward, there were many local police from Iraq.

After learning more about it, Li Jin also found out that these guys were just a small team. They were ordered to stop a bus and then kill everyone on the bus.

Li Jin naturally knew that Bella issued this order entirely because he was in the car.

But even Li Jin sighed with this vicious behavior of preferring to kill a thousand by mistake rather than letting one go.

Moreover, they have another unit that plans to burn down a small oil field. After they stop the bus and complete the task, they have to join the larger unit.

Everyone around the world knows that Iraq’s oil reserves rank second in the world.

Except for the Saudi region on the left, no place has more oil than here.

But the distribution of oil here in Iraq is different from that in Saudi Arabia.

The oil in Saudi Arabia is basically distributed in large areas, but the oil in Iraq is scattered all over.

Except for those large oil fields, they are basically controlled by local oil tycoons in Iraq.

The small oil fields dotted here and there are located in remote areas and are looked down upon by the stone tycoons, so they have become the target of competition among the locals.

The so-called dependence on the mountains and the water depends on the water. The oil resources here are rich, and it is completely normal for there to be overt and covert conflicts here.

"What to do next? Brother Jin."

Liu Jun asked. What Li Jin actually wanted to do most was to meet the Kurdish family member Bartimu first.

But to be on the safe side, Li Jin chose to settle for the next best thing.

"Forget it, let me call Huang Feng's uncle first."

When he left, Huang Feng left his uncle's contact information.

But when Li Jin took out the phone, he looked down and saw no signal again.

"How could I forget such an important thing? Brother Jin, this is for you."

Looking at the mobile phone handed over by Liu Jun, Li Jin took it and used it without hesitation.

Soon the call was dialed and a middle-aged man's voice came.

"Hello? Who are you?"

"Hello, Mr. Huang, my name is Li Jin. I am in Najaf, Iraq. Is it inconvenient for Mr. Huang?"

Li Jin seemed very polite and polite. Huang Feng's uncle was named Huang Yongshou, and he was a well-known businessman in the local area.

"It turns out to be Li Jin. Huang Feng has mentioned you to me many times."

"He has always been grateful for your cultivation and promotion of him, so this time you come to Iraq, I will never treat you badly!"

It is not difficult to see from these words that Huang Yongshou is also a person who knows how to repay kindness.

"By the way, there has been some chaos near Basra recently. Do you have a way to get here from Najaf yourself?"

"Do you need me to pick you up?"

Huang Yongshou also seemed very enthusiastic. Li Jin smiled and said: "No need, Mr. Huang, I can go there myself."

"Okay, I'll wait for you in Basra City!"

After hanging up the phone, Li Jin said to Liu Jun: "It sounds like Huang Feng's uncle is quite reliable. Once you get in touch with him, you will know whether he is a trustworthy person."

Liu Jun said nothing. He just carried out Li Jin's orders and had no other thoughts.