"You wait here for a mont."
The old chief stood up, bowed slightly to express his apology, and then turned and left the tent.
"It must be Mossad."
Song Heping sighed helplessly.
"I've long heard that provoking Mossad is equivalent to seeking death. These guys will crazily chase you to the ends of the earth. Now, I've seen it firsthand."
"How did Mossad know we were here?" Nura's voice was full of doubt. To her, both she and Song Heping had just arrived here, and even the Egyptian military and police hadn't tracked them. How did Mossad sniff them out?
"How did they get into Egypt?"
"Is it so hard to understand?" Song Heping wanted to explain but found it difficult to explain to Nura.
After all, it would be extrely challenging to explain to her about spy satellites, intelligence network infiltration, and comprehensive intelligence analysis technologies.
It seems Mossad has activated all the intelligence networks and hidden spies they have planted in the East and North Africa to keep an eye on and even started spy satellites to constantly scan this area.
Using such exaggerated resources to track an individual target is simply unprecedented. Song Heping felt he was given the sa treatnt as Brother Deng.
Indeed, they really consider as a top terrorist...
Fine.
If we can't be friends, then let's be the most competent enemies.
Others might have already panicked, trying every possible way to hide and disappear from the world. They might even change their appearance to avoid being discovered by Mossad.
But now, Song Heping had different thoughts.
He detested these people who constantly hunted him down, like chewing gum stuck under his shoe—utterly loathed.
If they want him dead, then he'll make sure more of them die.
It's like a mad dog biting your calf; shaking it off won't work. The best thod is to find a stick or a knife imdiately, knock the mad dog out with one hit, or stab it in the throat, sending it westward.
That's the most effective way.
"Let's go out and see."
Song Heping couldn't sit still anymore.
He was almost entirely sure that what was happening outside had a lot to do with him.
"I'll go with you."
Nura was now very compliant.
She looked at Song Heping with admiration.
When that man drove a stolen police car into the siege and instantly killed several soldiers, rescuing her from the encirclent, the feeling was akin to seeing a divine hero descend from the heavens to save her.
Under the moonlight, outside the entrance of the tribe's simple wall, the old chief was negotiating with a tall man standing on the sand.
Song Heping felt a slight shock upon seeing the man.
This guy's physique was no less intimidating than Disaster Star or White Bear.
Judging by his attire, he seed to be from a desert tribe.
But seeing such a sturdy guy in the desert, Song Heping was montarily baffled, wondering if eating sand can also nurture people.
Why are they so big?
"The Atke Tribe people!"
Nura's voice trembled.
"What tribe?"
It was the first ti Song Heping heard this na, feeling a bit curious.
"They are an unorthodox branch among us Bedouins, but their style is more ruthless and brutal, often disregarding our most ancient tribal rules, thus not accepted by most Bedouins."
Nura couldn't help but glance around before continuing, "Often they take money to do things for others, maybe they are really here for us."
"If they're here for us, shouldn't we go up and listen?"
Song Heping felt there was nothing left to avoid now.
If they ca for him, they surely have solid evidence.
In that case, he should stop troubling the old chief.
He should solve his own problems.
"Umar! What you're doing violates our ancient agreents. They are my guests! I promised to protect them! Besides, Nura is also a branch tribe chief; you cannot harm her..."
Song Heping didn't understand the old chief's words, but Nura explained their exchange beside him.
The general aning was——
The leader of the Atke Tribe, the incredibly sturdy Umar, brought people here specifically for Song Heping and Nura.
The excuse was simple, they claid these people were terrorists and had caused trouble in Cairo, becoming wanted by the governnt. To prevent these people from causing unnecessary harm to tribal interests, the old chief was requested to hand them over to be taken back to Cairo for official handling.
"The excuse sounds quite grand."
Song Heping sneered, "I guess this guy is working for Mossad."
Nura said, "If that's the case, we're in big trouble. The Atke Tribe is currently the most powerful force in the Egyptian desert. If..."
She didn't continue, but Song Heping already guessed Nura's concern.
If Umar demands the old chief hand over them adamantly, it could lead to the Atke Tribe's attack.
This would be disastrous for the old chief's small tribe.
The tragic scene from the small fishing village was still fresh in mory.
Song Heping didn't want to involve innocent people.
"Tell the old chief that I'll find a chance to slip away myself. Let him stall Umar. Once I leave, he will be safe."
"Are you crazy!"
Nura imdiately beca nervous.
"I know you're skilled, but this is the desert. In the desert, Bedouins are kings; you can't escape their surveillance. Even the Egyptian military hasn't detected us; do you think Umar solely relied on Hebrew intelligence to find us? It's not that fast!"
Nura's worries were not redundant.
Song Heping hesitated too.
If he left the tribe alone and entered the desert, even with his survival and combat skills, he wouldn't stand against a large group of Bedouins.
"Umar, I reject your proposal. I still adhere to my principles. According to ancient Bedouin laws, those seeking sanctuary are friends, not enemies. I am obligated to help them."
The old chief's firmness surprised Song Heping.
But it also aroused worry.
Looking around at the tents and simple houses made of dry branches, surrounded by elders and children, the brutal scene of the small fishing village re-erged in his mind.
Should he go?
Or should he stay?
These two decisions clashed in Song Heping's mind, a person who usually made quick decisions, found himself hesitating.
"Old Ahd, I advise you to consider the consequences."
Umar glanced contemptuously around, pointing at the watching won and children, and said disdainfully, "Your tribe has at most a hundred people who can wield guns. And I—"
He turned, flicking the whip in his hand, producing a sharp snap in the air.
"I have two hundred n here, and if necessary, I can call in a hundred more. Are you sure you want to wage war against ?"
Ahd's deep eyes remained unaffected, and his expression unchanged. After a long ti, his lips under the white beard moved slightly, speaking in a calm tone, "Umar, if you wish to risk your n against my tribe, you can also place a bet and test your weight. Even if my tribe dies, what benefit will you gain? How much profit did the Hebrews give you? Or was it more reward from the Egyptian Governnt that made you think of slaughtering your own people?"
A series of rhetorical questions did not sway Umar.
However, the ntion of risking lives made Umar have to weigh the gains and losses.
After all, these hundreds of n are his resources and assets. Engaging in a deadly battle with this old, unyielding tribesman would cause considerable loss. Moreover, if this matter spreads among the Bedouins in the future, it wouldn't be beneficial either.
After all, he had to continue surviving in this area!
He saw Song Heping and Nura standing not far behind Ahd, his eyes flashing with intense murderous intent.
"Ahd, you and I are of the sa blood. Given this, I do not wish Bedouins to fight amongst themselves. But I must take these two people away. They have offended the Egyptian Governnt, which harms you, , and all Bedouin tribes. I aim to protect our collective interests."
"Umar, don't think that I don't know about your dealings with the Hebrews just because I'm confined to my tribe. Many have heard of your egregious connections; do you think I am unaware? Hmph!"
The old man finally showed a smile.
It was the utmost level of contempt toward Umar.
"If you want war, then let it be war. I, this old bag of bones, have lived long enough. But you'd better be careful not to lose your young life here."
Umar's expression turned very grim.
The surrounding atmosphere began to tense.
Song Heping had already reached for his Glock 17 pistol at his waist.
He saw that Umar's followers were also eager, fingers poised on triggers, looking ready for action.
"Alright! I respect you, Ahd!"
Suddenly, Umar raised both hands.
It was a gesture of submission.
"But—"
He changed his tone, slightly curling his lips into a crafty smile.
"I demand the activation of the 'Warrior Law' to resolve this dispute, how about that?!"
Upon uttering this, Ahd appeared surprised. Nura beside Song Heping suddenly tugged his sleeve nervously.
Song Heping sensed sothing unusual.
"Warrior Law? What's that?"
It sounded like a ga rule.
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