Everyone was stunned.
No one had expected a woman to suddenly appear in the middle of the desert at night.
What's more, a woman with a gun.
After a mont of stupor, Song Heping suddenly rembered a term he had discussed with Antonov earlier—Bedouin.
Looking around, he saw gun-wielding Bedouins appearing at every window and entrance of the buildings.
Turbans, Arabic robes, and ankle bindings.
Typical desert long-distance travel attire.
A wise man doesn't fight when the odds are against him.
Song Heping had no choice but to comply, slowly getting down on the ground.
But Major Yager did not follow suit.
"Are you from the smuggling syndicate?"
He had also recognized the identities of these people.
"We are Mossad agents. These people are our targets. If you help us, there will be a very generous reward."
Tempting them with profit.
Yager seed to have imdiately found a way to persuade these Bedouins.
It wasn't surprising he had such confidence.
Bedouin smuggling syndicates have been active from North Africa to the Sinai Peninsula and Eastern regions for years.
They work for money, and can transport anything for people.
This is one of their few ways of making a living.
Because they don't have a country of their own, and their unique way of life, they don't even have nationality.
They wander in the desert or around, with cals and sheep as their only companions. Occasionally, they take so cashre products or handmade rugs to nearby towns to trade with locals for money, and then unhesitatingly return to the desert.
What others see as a hellish tropical desert, they see as similar to a grassland.
A Bedouin with a cal dares to travel alone in the desert, crossing hundreds of miles without fear of dying of thirst or hunger in the yellow sand.
Their understanding and knowledge of the desert are beyond ordinary people's imagination.
However, they all share a common characteristic—poverty.
So Bedouin tribes or small groups engage in so gray industries.
For instance, smuggling, or joining so ard organization as rcenaries when they grow up.
An important business is smuggling blood diamonds from Africa to the Daishe Bird Country, where they are handed over to diamond dealers for processing.
Yager was not unfounded in asking this woman, who seed to be the group leader, to help him kill Song Heping. After all, many Bedouin smuggling syndicates, due to business relations, would give so face to the people of the Daishe Bird Country, not to ntion Mossad.
"Reward?"
The veiled woman let out a cold laugh.
"Like the reward you give to the people of Balistan?"
This statent pierced Yager like a needle in his soft spot, this was an unntionable history, a dark part that the people of the Daishe Bird Country always avoided or self-deceived.
"What do you an?"
Yager looked at the smugglers around him and said contemptuously, "Are you planning to oppose us, to be our enemy? You should know offending us brings you no benefit!"
Those words were not incorrect.
Bedouin smuggling syndicates often need to enter the borders of the Daishe Bird Country to deliver goods.
Killing a Mossad agent ans they can no longer take orders here, which is indeed a loss for them.
The atmosphere beca tense.
The air seed to solidify.
Everyone could hear each other's breathing.
The female leader did not imdiately respond.
Yager felt he had these Bedouins under control, so he again used his authoritative tone as a Mossad major and said, "These people are on Mossad's kill list. If you let them go, you beco accomplices and will also be listed on our black kill order. Think about the consequences!"
The threat grew stronger.
After a long silence, the female leader asked word by word:
"Are you threatening ?"
Yager said, "Don't forget who you are. Don't cross us..."
Bam—
Before he finished, the female leader raised her gun and shot him without warning.
She was holding a Lee-Enfield rifle, an old piece of World War II equipnt.
But it looked well-maintained.
The shot was accurate.
The bullet went straight through Yager's chest.
His body crashed to the ground, blood quickly spreading out, staining the sand red.
"You lunatic woman! Do you know who you just killed?!"
"You're in big trouble!"
The two remaining Mossad operatives wanted to react, but could only shout their anger.
Because apart from the Bedouins on the scene, each of them had at least three or four gun barrels aid at them; any slight movent and they would be riddled with bullets.
"Say another word and I'll kill you both too."
The female leader was crisp and decisive, turning her gun to the two Mossad operatives.
This ti, the two finally shut up.
After all, in such a desert area, force is more persuasive than any words.
"Tie them up!"
The woman waved her hand, and more than a dozen Bedouins ca forward to tie everyone up.
"Wait!"
Song Heping did not resist but spoke to the female leader.
"Want to end up like him?"
The female leader turned around and walked towards Song Heping.
As she passed by Yager's body, she glanced down.
The Mossad major was lying dead with his eyes wide open.
Nura's boot crushed his right hand—his little finger, cut and soaked in blood, had a platinum ring engraved with a hexagram on it.
"We have a wounded woman who needs treatnt." Song Heping said calmly. "I'm willing to pay ransom for treatnt and freedom."
There was no threat in his tone.
Just money.
Money is sotis quite handy.
The Bedouins smuggle for money, surely.
If money can solve a problem, it's not a problem.
"A China person?"
The female leader walked up to Song Heping, scrutinizing him.
She was surprised to find he was a China person.
"How did a China person collide with Mossad? How did you provoke these lunatics?"
"I killed more than twenty of them."
Song Heping said, "They were trying to help the CIA kill , but I killed them instead."
"So you are the China person who caused a scene at the Beirut port area?"
The female leader gasped.
"You an over a week ago?"
"That's right."
"That's ."
Song Heping was very candid.
After all, he now knew this woman in front of him had no ties with Mossad.
Otherwise, she wouldn't have killed Yager so promptly.
The female leader said, "This story has spread across the Eastern region, you are a celebrity now."
Song Heping asked, "So, can you let us go since we are not enemies?"
The female leader shook her head, "You may not understand what you've done."
She glanced around and pointed at the building, "This is our secret location, aning I either kill you, or change our route, which would cost a lot."
Song Heping understood her aning.
She intended to kill them to silence them.
A secret smuggling route is extrely valuable; after all, here in the desert, establishing a route is no easy task, taking much ti during which they can't take orders and do business, so the losses are significant.
"I can compensate for your losses." Song Heping said.
"It seems you don't understand desert rules." The female leader sneered, "We do need money, but we don't take just any money."
She finished, intentionally or unintentionally glancing at the two Mossad operatives.
"Bring them out and kill them."
The female leader thought for a mont and seed to have made up her mind.
More than a dozen Bedouins sward up and dragged them out of the building, forcing them to kneel on the ground.
The scene was like an execution ground.
Each of their heads now had a gun barrel aid at it.
Jiang Feng cursed, "Damn it, should've never surrendered."
Song Heping was still thinking about a way to escape.
The key to escaping lay with that Bedouin woman.
Suddenly, his eyes caught sight of the cals in groups.
Each cal had two large boxes tied to its body, one on each side.
One of the boxes was damaged, revealing a gun barrel.
Weapons?
Arms?!
"Wait!"
Song Heping shouted, "Leader, I need to speak with you privately!"
He spoke in Arabic.
The gunman behind him understood and spat, "You're about to die, what's there to talk about?! Get on with it!"
Song Heping continued to shout, "Do you know Avanti?!"
"Wait!"
The female leader indeed reacted.
Quickly, she ca to Song Heping's side.
"Do you know Avanti?"
"Let's talk privately."
Song Heping glanced at the two Mossad operatives.
Next, what happened shocked everyone, the female leader turned and shot both Mossad agents dead.
Bam—
Bam—
Both of their heads burst open, dying instantly.
Song Heping was speechless.
Shit!
Are all won in the desert this fierce?
He suddenly realized that this woman was able to beco the leader of a smuggling group in such a male-dominated region for a reason.
Without so ans, she couldn't have controlled over two hundred people.
"Now you can talk."
Returning to Song Heping, the female leader acted as if nothing had happened, as if she had just butchered two chickens, not killed two Mossad agents.
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