on the passport.
Exactly the sa.
He looked carefully.
It’s hard to distinguish the real from the fake with the naked eye.
They also pinched it with their hands, it felt almost like real human flesh, and even had human warmth. The mask clung tightly to the face and couldn’t be torn off; even after rubbing it aggressively, it wouldn’t deform.
"The skin-adhesive glue works very well, penetrating into the skin, and during the effective period, it cannot be removed by tearing, but don’t worry, we have specialized equipnt over there that can remove it without any impact on the original skin."
The words of the black fighter.
Made the two of them feel relieved.
If one use could cause permanent damage to the skin, that would be unbearable.
anwhile.
They were also secretly shocked.
First, shocked by the superb technology of the mask, which was no longer common equipnt, it was truly top-tier.
Second, shocked by these people’s ability to handle things, these items appeared to have been prepared for a long ti, specifically for situations like this, making it clear that these people were typically capable of big tasks.
Moreover.
The mask had a body temperature, yet it wasn’t hot to wear beneath it.
Apparently.
This technology was not simple.
"Alright, let’s set off now."
"Okay."
Next.
The two got into an SUV and were also given a suitcase and a backpack each for disguise. They left the factory, and the sky outside was still dark, but it would brighten in an hour.
Presumably.
On the airplane.
They could watch a sunrise in Africa one more ti.
In the future.
They never wanted to co here again.
This place.
Was a place of heartbreak.
"Going back like this, won’t they be able to find our address?" Jiang Wan, who was sensitive, quickly realized a problem. These people were not kind, and if money were involved...
It wouldn’t be hard to find them.
Their identity information was recorded with the South African Customs and Immigration Bureau.
That statent.
Also made Wei Song’s expression turn serious.
Those people.
Definitely had the capability.
But he didn’t have a good solution for now; they could only go to Mozambique and discuss with Pei Yang to see how to resolve it, or at worst, live incognito sowhere else.
Wei Song said, "I’ll think of a way."
"Hmm."
Since it was close to the airport.
Soon.
They arrived.
"Be careful, there are people from dozens of tribes here. After getting off, don’t look around randomly or be nervous; relax and chat with laughs, I am your translator," the fighter instructed.
"Okay."
Sure enough.
Once the car stopped.
There were more than ten pairs of eyes looking over.
Not just looking.
Several people were walking towards them; Wei Song, well-trained; Jiang Wan, a woman, first-class in acting, therefore, when they got out of the vehicle, they were nervous inside but didn’t glance around elsewhere.
They went to get the luggage from the trunk.
"Finally leaving this place."
"Yes, just too hot, otherwise, I’d co again next ti..."
"Right. Next ti you co to Africa, please contact , I will offer you the best translator price...in the locale, there’s no good place I don’t know, and I won’t let you suffer a loss."
"..."
Both of them.
Chatted cheerfully.
The fighter.
Provided cover on the side.
That expression.
Made the two quickly imrse into the scene, thinking, this black man’s acting is simply superb, incarnating a sly and cunning character who loved to brag, completely different from his previously serious deanor.
Impressive.
Seeing the three.
The tribe’s people recalled the photos.
They noticed that the subjects weren’t the sa, not only different in appearance, age, hair, but also in voice. After pondering, they still didn’t co up to interrogate; they weren’t that overbearing.
Moreover.
They never thought about the face masks.
Besides.
It was ntioned above.
The likelihood of the two coming to the airport was low, because they were undocunted.
"Why are these people looking at ?"
Passing by several Africans from tribes, Jiang Wan cautiously whispered to Wei Song,
"Be careful, they might be bad people." Wei Song replied in a hushed tone,
"This kind of talk."
Completely dispelled their doubts, although they couldn’t understand it, it was definitely nothing good. To avoid having to find the airport police later, they began to look elsewhere.
Ten minutes later.
They encountered no obstacles.
The trio entered the waiting hall.
"Phew."
Wei Song exhaled deeply.
"Don’t relax, maintain so professionalism, listen to so music," said the African Fighter with a smile.
Wei Song forced a smile: "..."
Professionalism?
Your Chinese vocabulary is really extensive.
Then, both of them took out their respective ’Era’ smartphones, put on earphones, and started listening to music. Not even a minute had passed when the ringtone vibrated. On the screen, it showed an incoming call from Pei Yang.
Before.
His mobile phone.
Had already been thrown away.
Wei Song glanced at the African beside him with his peripheral vision, saw him nodding, and then pressed the answer button.
"Xiao Song, how’s it going?" ca Pei Yang’s voice.
Wei Song quickly replied, "Brother Pei, both of us are well and we’re about to board our flight soon. We’ll go to Mozambique for a few days before returning to our country."
Suddenly.
Pei Yang, knowing that it’s inconvenient for Wei Song to talk since he’s probably in the waiting hall, imdiately felt relieved. These people are indeed capable, managing to get an undocunted individual into the airport.
"That’s good, call once you reach Mozambique."
"No problem."
After that.
Pei Yang hung up the phone.
In Beijing.
At that ti.
Tang Qing had just boarded a flight back to Shanghai, right after Pei Yang had seen him off. Pei Yang made a call to Wei Song, knowing that Tang Qing had said that Wei Song was basically safe, and a brief contact was okay.
Looking at the distant sky.
Pei Yang smiled.
Today.
He had really found the right people.
...
Four hours later.
Maputo.
The plane Wei Song was on slowly landed, looking around, Wei Song finally relaxed. Throughout the flight, he had been too nervous to sleep, while Jiang Wan had already fallen asleep, stressful to the nerves.
Half an hour later.
They removed their masks.
Arrived at a corner of Maputo city.
He had sustained a gunshot wound and had treated himself, but it hadn’t completely healed. Captured by the tribesn, this exhausting journey wouldn’t be bearable without dealing with it; he had been reliant on painkillers the whole way.
At the Main Gate.
Looking at the building in front of him.
Wei Song was startled.
"Myanmar International dical Aid Services Company’s Mozambique dical Aid Center."
At the entrance.
A sign is displayed in five languages.
Including Chinese.
"What is this?"
Wei Song was amazed.
The Fighter explained,
"In all of Maputo, the conditions here are relatively good for treating gunshot wounds. Most importantly, they don’t inquire about the origins of these injuries nor report to the Mozambique governnt. It’s very safe."
Two months ago.
Kan Qin had visited Mozambique to discuss dical aid matters. Now, two months later, Mozambique’s dical aid team had arrived and purchased this place as a hospital.
Start accepting patients.
However.
For Mozambique locals.
Only with Mozambique governnt’s approval could they co here for treatnt because matters like free dical care and loan-supported dical treatnt are involved; not every person is allowed, only those with severe and critical illnesses.
As for foreigners.
There are no such Restrictions.
After all.
dical fees.
Foreigners don’t need the Mozambican governnt to worry about them, nor do they consu the free aid quotas. Therefore, to prevent local intrusion, the Mozambique governnt specially deployed a troop here.
Nearly one hundred fifty people.
Establishing checkpoints around the aid center.
Checking passersby.
Of course.
Aside from the Mozambique governnt personnel, there’s also a Security Guard from the Myanmar dicine Group at the entrance, thus, the trio didn’t face any checks from the governnt soldiers and just drove right in.
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