"There are people ahead..."
Song Heping suddenly noticed that not far in front of them were three jeeps and two trucks.
It seed there were quite a few people running around beside the vehicles, and indistinct shouting could be heard, as if soone was giving orders.
The three of them were greatly shocked and hurriedly lay flat on the ground, hiding behind a mound of earth.
"Damn it..."
Song Heping looked around.
"Lao Mi, go thirty ters to our rear imdiately, climb up the slope beside us and take a look, I think we might have walked into a trap," he said.
"Hold on!"
Mist's brow furrowed deeply.
"Those people over there don't look like they're from the Revolutionary Brigade..."
Song Heping looked carefully.
Indeed, as Mist had said, the people over there were all in uniform, all sporting the sa camouflage attire.
"No matter, act fast, take a look and then we'll see."
As they dispersed to take cover, the people on the other side seed to have spotted them as well.
A sentry far away on a vantage point saw several individuals ducking behind the mound and imdiately picked up the walkie-talkie: "Sir, I've sighted those three people."
"Where?"
"Two hundred ters from us, on the right slope behind the mound, they've spotted us."
"Damn it!"
Lieutenant Abel stamped his foot and clenched his teeth angrily.
They had just arrived here, not expecting the opposition to be so quick!
They were hoping to set up an ambush at this spot.
But the sentries had barely taken their positions when they spotted the other party approaching.
"We were just a little late."
His mind raced, and he quickly ca up with a plan.
Kawasi said two of the n were Aricans, and one was a traitor from the Revolutionary Brigade; they fled this way mainly to evade the pursuit of the Revolutionary Brigade.
Although Abel didn't understand why the Aricans dared to enter Persia, he was sure of one thing: they would not dare to kill the regular Persian forces.
Being part of the border patrol under the regular forces, and having so many people with him, the opposition would only choose to surrender.
He guessed that they intended to negotiate their way back rather than to fall into the hands of the Revolutionary Brigade because falling into their hands would an certain death.
Considering all factors, Lieutenant Abel believed it was highly probable that the opposition would surrender rather than fight.
Once they surrendered...
Heh...
A sly smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.
"Bring the gaphone."
"Yes, sir!"
Soon, a soldier brought over a gaphone and handed it to Abel.
Abel turned on the switch and pondered which language to use for his announcent.
English, it would definitely be English.
Luckily, he was stationed here year-round and since smuggling and drug trafficking were common in the area, with all sorts of people involved, he had a basic understanding of English.
He started shouting in his crude English—
"Persons ahead, listen up. I am Lieutenant Abel from the Persian Border Police Patrol. Imdiately drop your weapons and surrender, or we will shoot to kill!"
Actually, Abel didn't realize their true capability.
As a captain under the border patrol, he actually had dealings with the Revolutionary Brigade and had been bought off.
Such things were not uncommon on the fringes of the Golden Crescent.
Otherwise, the business of drug traffickers and arms smuggling wouldn't have thrived in this region for so many years.
Taking money from the Revolutionary Brigade was a one-way ticket.
Abel, having taken dirty money, naturally couldn't turn back.
All this ti, he was a trump card planted by the Revolutionary Brigade in the Awaz Region of the Persian border; otherwise, it wouldn't be so easy for the Revolutionary Brigade's goods to be smuggled out.
Abel was a key figure.
Fortunately, Kawasi, who was often in charge of transporting goods, was well-acquainted with Abel. He wouldn't have used Abel's connection if it weren't for the urgency of the situation.
After all, establishing this kind of relationship took a long ti, and every use could risk exposure. But the situation this ti was different; with the pressing urgency, Kawasi had no ti to think it over and had called Abel for imdiate assistance in the interception.
Kawasi's thinking was simple: even if Abel couldn't catch Song Heping and his group, even if a fight broke out, Song Heping would be forced to turn back to the Highland Area, while Kawasi would imdiately order nearby search teams to converge in the direction of Awaz, creating a pincer movent that would trap Song Heping and his group!
But Kawasi and Abel were thinking too simply.
They didn't know that Song Heping's escape into Persia wasn't out of desperation, but rather he was a distinguished guest of the head of the Revolutionary Guard Special Brigade.
This rescue operation was directly carried out by the Special Brigade because of the confidentiality agreent made with Song Heping beforehand, so they hadn't even notified the border patrol, and Naxin had brought a team of Persian special forces for the operation.
If Abel knew it was Avanti's guest, he probably wouldn't have agreed to the job for all the pressure Kawasi could apply.
Hearing Abel calling for his surrender, Song Heping did think about going to talk to Abel, but being naturally cautious, he still had one doubt.
How could it be such a coincidence?!
Just as dawn broke, the border patrol had already deployed here?
Setting an ambush for drug traffickers didn't seem likely, after all, traffickers wouldn't move goods in broad daylight; they would do it stealthily at night.
What made him more suspicious was that the drug trafficking route wasn't even at this location.
This was the route leading to Awaz Town; usually, the drugs from the Golden Crescent wouldn't dare to penetrate deep into Persia, as they usually moved north or south from the highland area. Heading north would take them to Turkistan, and south to Giovanni, where they would board small boats to enter Oman Bay and then, in an ant-like fashion, load onto cargo ships arranged there, before being smuggled to other countries.
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