The concert was huge, with at least seven or eight major halls, nurous small private rooms, and multifunctional spaces.
It covered an area nearly as large as a standard elentary school.
Previously, Lin Mo had been busy escaping and avoiding terrorists in the music hall, so he had no ti to thoroughly examine the full extent of the music hall.
Now, taking a careful look around, Lin Mo found that this terrorist attack was even more tragic than he had imagined, and the death toll continued to rise.
This fact could be deeply perceived just by the bloodstains everywhere and the pieces of uncleaned flesh.
It could be said,
this place could even be called hell without exaggeration, and it wouldn’t even need decor to serve as the filming location for a horror movie.
Throughout the process, Lin Mo had to force himself several tis not to vomit.
This was an experience he had never encountered before in trouble.
"Whew..."
Lin Mo took a deep breath, forcefully suppressing the irritability in his heart, then turned to the workers beside him and asked, "Besides these, are there any other details related to this terrorist attack?"
"I want everything, everything related."
His outward identity was as the spokesman of the world’s most mysterious and authoritative intelligence organization, so naturally, he could not appear too terrified but had to remain calm.
Otherwise, if soone started to suspect him, that’s when things would really go bad.
An intelligence organization had to look the part of an intelligence organization.
When Lin Mo asked this question, the accompanying worker didn’t imdiately answer. Instead, after thinking it over, he said, "At the mont, we don’t have much information. You have already seen the terrorists, and you have seen the scene. Other than that, we don’t have much else."
"However, 30 minutes ago, an organization in the Middle East with the code na OS claid responsibility for this attack."
OS Organization?
Lin Mo had dealt with various organizations while trafficking information, but this did not include the OS Organization.
Yet he had heard of their na.
Nominally, they were a group fighting for freedom and awakening, estimated to have seven to eight thousand mbers, mainly active around Tanzania, aiming primarily to overthrow the current governnt in Tanzania and take control themselves.
Unfortunately, the governntal power in Tanzania was quite strong, and with external assistance, the OS Organization, a Jihadist Organization, had always been in a suppressed state.
Hiding and disguising in the dense forests made it easy, otherwise, this so-called Jihadist Organization would no longer exist in the world due to the difficulty of sweeping operations.
Of course, one very important reason was that so countries didn’t want the OS Organization to disappear and would provide assistance at critical monts.
Lin Mo thought for a mont and said, "If I’m not mistaken, the current leader of the OS Organization should be Abu Bakr al-Baghdadi, a graduate from YSL University, a follower of the Sunni Sect, who now claims to be the Caliph of Tanzania and has long been funded by the United Kingdom."
"It doesn’t make sense!"
"Neither geopolitically nor religiously that you, the Northern Border Country, have any relationship with this organization or any deep enmity with the United Kingdom, why would they do such a thing?"
The worker thought for a mont then replied, "Perhaps they are just trying to gain so visibility. After all, the events here have been known worldwide through various social dia."
"As a notorious Jihadist Organization, Abu Bakr al-Baghdadi needs to achieve feats and honors."
This point made a lot of sense.
Whether it’s the Jihadist Organization or other terrorists, they all have their own demands and objectives.
There are organizations purely for the sake of slaughter and lawlessness, but those have already been eliminated completely, leaving those civilized among terrorists.
Lin Mo, who had information on many nations, was even clearer on this point than others.
But...
Lin Mo always felt that matters were not that simple.
He shook his head and said, "Abu Bakr al-Baghdadi shouldn’t be a fool; he must know that you have already deployed a large number of troops there."
"Oh, sorry, I should not say troops but rather rcenaries."
He was referring to the well-known Wagner rcenary Group of the Northern Border.
They were publicly a private group, a legitimate rcenary company, with most of their operations in the Middle East, having assisted many countries in warfare.
But,
any discerning person could see that, living so long under the watch of the King of the Northern Border and having recruited so many special forces from northern troops, under normal circumstances, the King of the Northern Border would never allow such an organization to exist.
Or rather, most kings and rulers in the world would not allow such a powerful and uncontrollable force within their nation.
They were too dangerous.
Even if they didn’t have the capacity to confront regular armies, who knows if they might carry out so beheading missions on so quiet night.
Even peaceful nations would think this way, let alone the turbulent Northern Border.
Oddly,
the King of the Northern Border not only didn’t suppress Wagner too much but allowed them to grow and strengthen to what they are today.
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