Just arrived downstairs, the sirens were already sounding from afar.
The gunshots had attracted the attention of the military police.
"Damn!"
Song Heping cursed under his breath and started sprinting through the alley.
While running, he took out his phone and dialed Nura's number.
"Song, where are you?"
"I'm getting closer to you!"
"Did you kill all those people just now?!"
Nura had obviously noticed the enemies chasing her falling one by one.
Now, she suddenly realized this man's power.
Not executing him in the desert was definitely the wisest decision she had ever made.
"Did you get the passport!?"
"There is no passport at all!"
"Then forget it! Leave the factory now; the military police might have heard the gunshots, run quickly!"
"Got it!"
"Run in the direction I left before, get into the cross-alley! I'm getting closer to you!"
"Okay!"
They ended the call.
Song Heping accelerated his sprint.
Must be fast!
Before the military police arrive!
At this mont, so pedestrians appeared by the roadside, probably attracted by the previous gunshots, all looking towards the factory.
The more people, the worse it was, Song Heping was anxious.
If the military police arrived first, Nura would be in trouble.
She was a Bedouin.
This ethnic group had no status in any country.
Due to many Bedouin tribes engaging in illegal activities for a long ti, with many joining various illegal ard organizations in the Middle East, even becoming part of extremist forces, Egypt was extrely vigilant about this ethnic group as well.
If caught by the Egyptian military, Nura's fate would be dire.
Song Heping silently muttered directions to himself, scanning the surroundings, trying to avoid any military police in his line of sight, not wanting to clash with these Egyptians.
If he t the police head-on, the consequences would be unimaginable.
The buildings on both sides of the street seed to be his lifeline, he kept shuttling through narrow alleys, trying to use the terrain advantage to avoid those who noticed him and any potential military police.
The sirens grew closer, Song Heping's breathing beca rapid.
Suddenly, at a corner, a police car drove up and stopped right in the middle of the junction. Two uniford guys got out, ard to the teeth, obviously military police.
Song Heping saw a small alley entrance not far ahead.
Without hesitation, he dashed in, hoping to hide temporarily.
The alley was dark and narrow, but Song Heping couldn't care less.
He leaned against the wall, cautiously moving forward, afraid to make any noise that might attract the military police.
Just then, his phone rang again.
Song Heping was startled and quickly picked up the call.
"Song, where are you?" Nura's anxious voice ca through.
"I'm still in the alley, close to finding the exit!" Song Heping tried to keep his voice calm.
"Okay, be careful!" Nura warned.
Song Heping nodded, even though Nura couldn't see, he subconsciously made the gesture.
He continued forward and finally saw a glimr of light ahead.
That was the alley exit!
Song Heping felt a surge of delight and quickened his steps.
He rushed out of the alley, into a relatively open street.
There were more people here, but it was also noisier and more chaotic.
Soon, he approached the factory.
But before his eyes, a scene he least wanted to see unfolded—
Dozens of local spectators surrounded three military police vehicles, one police car, and two tan military vehicles.
About seven or eight military police were shouting loudly, waving their automatic rifles.
Three were in the center of the circle.
And the three were restraining a black-robed woman pinned to the ground.
Nura!
Her robe embroidered with unique patterns, typical of Bedouin attire, slightly different from ordinary Arabic won.
Nura also saw Song Heping; they were only fifty ters apart.
From her expression and eyes, he read two words—
Run! Fast!
Without hesitation, Song Heping turned and ran in the opposite direction.
If caught by the military police, not only would he be unable to escape, but Nura would also be thrown into an abyss.
Hesitation would bring no benefits.
Running, he constantly observed the surroundings, looking for possible escape routes.
The buildings in the district were irregularly arranged, the alleys crisscrossed, providing him many conveniences for escape.
After running over a hundred ters, Song Heping suddenly stopped.
Shit!
What am I doing?!
Leaving a woman behind and running!?
This is not my style!
Never abandon!
This was a basic principle he learned in the military.
Though the Bedouin woman had no relation to him, he could totally leave her.
The problem was, if he did this, anyone who knew the story would never work for him in the future.
He stopped, then rembered the two policen he t on the road just now.
"Bad luck for you guys!"
He gritted his teeth and turned back towards the factory.
The two Egyptian policen were by the police car, sharing dates.
"So hot…"
One of the policen touched his big belly, wiped the sweat pouring from his forehead, turned to the car, and reached in to grab the mineral water.
"Haint, do you want so water? This damn weather, it's really hot!"
He asked his colleague while searching.
But he didn't get a response.
When he turned with the water, he suddenly noticed his colleague had raised his hands, standing there like a statue.
"What's wrong with you…" He was stunned, then followed his colleague's gaze.
Thud—
The mineral water fell heavily on the ground.
Because he saw a gun barrel aid at him and his colleague.
It was a man, masked, carrying a backpack, holding a Glock 17 pistol.
"Lie down and put your hands on your head."
Haint swallowed hard, not lying down, still hesitating.
But the fat policeman was quick; despite his size, he laid down instantly.
Bang—
Song Heping's pistol spat an inch of fla.
Haint scread and fell to his knees.
"I don't want to waste ti, lie down."
This ti, Haint complied, quickly laying down.
Song Heping said nothing more, took their guns, threw them into the car, then knocked each on the back of the head.
The two policen instantly passed out.
Song Heping quickly opened the car door, jumped in, and turned the car towards the factory.
The intersection near the factory gate.
A military policeman was dispersing the crowd.
"Clear off! Clear off! What are you looking at! Police business!"
The crowd, like flies slling excrent, scattered then regrouped.
Finally, the military policeman had to pull out his gun, firing a shot into the air.
"Clear off!"
The crowd then dispersed.
"Hmph! Had to make angry!"
He angrily holstered his gun, turned to leave with his colleague and the Bedouin woman.
Suddenly, a roaring engine sounded from behind.
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