Song Heping's breathing was particularly heavy under the night vision goggles.
He quickly stripped the tactical vest off the corpse, put it on himself, and then pulled down the hood to cover his face.
The enemy's MP5 submachine gun was still warm. He checked the magazine—there were more than twenty bullets left.
Enough.
The footsteps outside were getting closer.
"Dave, is that you?" A deep male voice sounded outside the door.
"Cough cough cough—it's , I'm injured..."
Song Heping deliberately lowered his voice, making it sound as if he were seriously injured.
"Is he dead?" the person outside asked loudly.
Song Heping lowered his voice, mimicking an Arican accent: "Yes, confird kill!"
"Damn, we finally got him."
Another voice cursed and approached.
Song Heping's muscles tensed, his fingers gently resting on the trigger.
The door was pushed open, and two "Watcher" team mbers entered with their guns raised.
"Bam! Bam!"
Song Heping's MP5 fired almost point-blank at their heads. The bullets instantly tore through their skulls, and before they could even scream, the two "Watcher" mbers fell heavily to the ground.
Song Heping quickly scavenged their ammunition and communication equipnt, then whispered into his earpiece: "Target confird dead, retrieving intelligence."
A burst of static ca through the earpiece, followed by a calm response: "Received, standby on site, support is on the way."
—They took the bait.
Song Heping sneered and quickly slipped out of the back window, disappearing into the shadows of the fish market.
Inside the surveillance van, Jasper's pupils suddenly constricted.
He saw everything through the helt caras of the two dead "Watcher" mbers.
"Goddamn it!" Jasper slamd the console: "He's not dead! He's disguising as one of us!"
He imdiately grabbed the communicator and switched to the backup channel: "All units, attention! The target is disguised as our personnel, imdiately switch to the backup channel, change enemy identification light! Repeat, imdiately change enemy identification light!"
Seconds later, "Watcher" mbers in the fish market turned on the blue indicator lights on their tactical vests — this was their temporary identification marker.
"He's still within the periter." Jasper stared at the screen, gritting his teeth: "He can't escape..."
He turned and yelled at the driver: "Drive! Go to Port Area 3!"
"Boss, you're going in personally?" a technician asked in surprise.
"Yes." Jasper coldly drew his gun, "I want to kill him with my own hands."
The driver had no choice but to turn the vehicle around and speed towards Dock 3.
A few minutes later, the car stopped in the woods outside the dock area.
"Simon, you stay here to manage communication and intelligence support, I'm going in myself!"
"OK, no problem."
After Jasper left with his n, Simon slowly stood up from his seat.
"I'm going for a smoke."
He said casually to the remaining technicians.
Nobody stopped him.
Simon walked out of the surveillance vehicle, lit a cigarette, took a deep drag, and then pulled out an encrypted satellite phone from his pocket.
He quickly input a string of codes and then pressed the send button.
—ssage delivered.
About ten seconds later, in a shop inside the fish market, Song Heping who was hiding in a corner while thinking about which direction to break through, felt his satellite phone vibrate.
He hurriedly took a look, and the screen displayed a short ssage:
"There's a gap at the east side of Shop 37, blue indicator light, backup channel XXX.XX, maximum exit window of 3 minutes."
Song Heping squinted his eyes.
It seems Simon was quite useful.
He quickly adjusted his direction, moving towards Shop 37 on the east side of the fish market.
The east side of the fish market was a section of abandoned warehouses, the entrance to the sewer was half-covered by a pile of rusty containers.
Song Heping moved along the wall, alertly scanning his surroundings.
Indeed, there were no enemies here, but the sewer entrance was sealed with iron bars.
He crouched down and took a thin tal wire from his tactical belt, inserting it into the lock and fiddling gently.
"Click."
The lock opened.
Just as Song Heping was about to slip in, he suddenly heard urgent footsteps behind him.
He spun around to see Jasper with two team mbers charging out from the corner!
Song Heping's pupils contracted sharply.
—No ti left.
He lunged backward, plunging straight into the sewer!
Bam bam bam—
Bang bang bang—
Bullets whizzed over his head into the darkness, but it was too late.
Song Heping's figure vanished entirely into the sewage pipes.
Jasper rushed to the bars, pulling out a hand grenade and tossing it into the sewer.
Boom—
After the explosion, he charged forward and sprayed a barrage of gunfire at the sewer entrance, then cautiously peeked inside.
It was empty.
No body...
Song Heping had slipped away.
"FUCKING HELL!" Jasper furiously punched the nearby iron railing, his knuckles imdiately bleeding.
He quickly grabbed the communicator, his voice hoarse with rage: "All units! Seal all sewer exits! He can't have gotten far!"
Inside the sewer, Song Heping was struggling through the pitch-black sewage.
The wound on his shoulder burned fiercely, but he couldn't afford to pay attention to it.
He had to leave the fish market quickly, or the "Watcher" teams would soon seal all exits.
If it got sealed up, he wouldn't be able to escape.
An exit appeared ahead.
Like the previous sewer exits, it was a grate welded with thumb-sized steel bars.
Song Heping looked at the grate, hesitating whether he should exit the sewer here.
The sewer network in this port area was small; after all, Aden was not a developed place, so the sewer system wasn't either, originally set up only for drainage from the fish market and for cleaning operations at the port area depot, the final exit led to the drainage outlet on the dock side, leading to the sea.
At this ti, the "Watchers" on the ground were certainly checking and locking down all sewer exits; according to the information he had gathered before, there were only 32 sewer exits in total, if he didn't leave quickly, he'd soon be trapped here.
While hesitating, his satellite phone vibrated again, and another ssage arrived:
"Exit 4 is unsecured."
Song Heping squinted his eyes.
It was Simon again.
He imdiately adjusted his direction and quickly moved north towards Exit 4, quickly finding Exit 4.
He pushed it open and slipped out, and sure enough, there was no one there.
Song Heping didn't dare delay; he imdiately ran towards the end of the port area, soon vanishing into the night.
Thirty minutes later, outside the fish market, Simon stood by the surveillance van, quietly watching Jasper furiously scold the "Watcher" team mbers.
His lips curled up slightly.
Because the ga had just begun.
And on the other side of the city, in an old warehouse.
Nura and Antonov heard the sound of the door being pushed.
The barrels of their guns aid simultaneously at the door.
"It's ..."
Song Heping's figure appeared outside the door.
"You're injured..."
Nura imdiately approached and pulled Song Heping to sit aside, then took out a first aid kit from her backpack to treat Song Heping's wound.
"How did they know our eting point?"
Nura asked in a low voice while bandaging.
Antonov said: "Could it be there's a traitor on the ship we ca on?"
"It's not a problem on our side." Song Heping's eyes were cold: "The mole is on Avanti's side."
Antonov spat: "What do we do now?"
Song Heping was silent for a mont and said: "Let contact Avanti and decide."
"Still want to contact him?" Antonov sneered: "Aren't you afraid their mole leaks our location again?"
Song Heping said: "The country is in chaos; there are many people trying to escape. Without connections, we can't find any ship for a while. Here, we don't know anyone, and we can only rely on Avanti. I believe it's not his intention to betray us; there must be a mole among those handling this on his side..."
At this mont, Song Heping was already wary of Avanti's side.
He believed Avanti wouldn't betray him.
But from what happened today, it was evident that even the Persians' intelligence system had been infiltrated.
Dealing with them in the future, he would have to be more cautious, otherwise it would be easy to get himself into trouble.
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