Mercenary I am the king

Chapter 730 Captured
As soon as I arrived downstairs, I heard sirens in the distance.

The gunshots attracted the attention of the military and police.

"Damn it!"

Song Heping cursed under his breath and started running quickly in the alley.

While running, he took out his phone and dialed Noura's number.

"Song, where are you?"

"I'm coming towards you!"

"Did you kill all those people just now!?"

Noura apparently noticed that the enemies chasing him fell one after another.

Now, she suddenly realized the power of this man.

Not shooting him in the desert was definitely the wisest decision she made in her life.

"Did you get your passport?!"

“There’s no passport at all!”

"Then forget it! Leave the factory immediately. The military and police may have heard the gunshots. Run!"

"Ok!"

"Go out the door and run in the direction I left before, into that alley! I'm approaching you!"

"Ok!"

The two ended the call.

Song Heping sped up.

Must be fast!
Before the military and police arrive!

At this time, some pedestrians had appeared on the side of the road. Probably attracted by the previous gunshots, they were all looking towards the factory.

The more people there are, the more disadvantageous it is. Song Heping was extremely anxious.

If the military and police arrive first, Noura will be in trouble.

She is Bedouin.

This nation has no status in any country.

Because many Bedouin tribes have been engaged in illegal activities for a long time, and many have joined illegal armed groups in various parts of the Middle East and even become members of extremist armed groups, Egypt is extremely wary of this ethnic group.

Falling into the hands of the Egyptian military, Noura's fate is worrying.

Song Heping silently recited the direction in his mind and glanced around, trying his best to avoid any military or police personnel in his field of vision. He did not want to have a conflict with these Egyptians.

Once we encounter the military and police head-on, the consequences will be unimaginable.

The buildings on both sides of the street seemed to be his life-saving straw. He kept shuttling back and forth in the narrow alleys, trying to use the terrain advantage to avoid those who noticed him and the possible military and police.

The sirens were getting closer and closer, and Song Heping's breathing became rapid.

Suddenly, at a corner, a police car drove up and stopped in the middle of the intersection. Two guys in uniform got out of the car. They were armed with guns and it was obvious that they were military police.

Song Heping saw the entrance to an alley not far ahead.

He rushed in without hesitation, hoping to take shelter here for a while.

The alley was dark and narrow, but Song Heping didn't care.

He leaned against the wall and moved forward cautiously, fearing that any noise would attract the military and police.

Just then, his cell phone rang again.

Song Heping was shocked and quickly picked up the phone.

"Song, where are you?" Nura's anxious voice came.

"I'm still in the alley and I'm about to find the exit!" Song Heping tried his best to make his voice sound calmer.

"Okay, be careful!" Nura warned.

Song Heping nodded. Although Nura couldn't see it, he still made this action subconsciously.

He continued to move forward and finally saw a ray of light ahead.

That's the exit of the alley!
Song Heping was delighted and quickened his pace.

He rushed out of the alley and came to a relatively open block.

There are more people here, but it's also noisier and more chaotic.

Soon, he finally approached the factory.

But in his sight, the scene he least wanted to see unfolded before him——

Dozens of local people gathered around three military and police vehicles: one police car and two khaki military vehicles.

About seven or eight military police officers shouted loudly and waved their automatic rifles.

Three of them were surrounded in the middle.

The three men were subduing a woman in black robe who had been pinned to the ground.

Noura!

Her robe was embroidered with some special patterns, which was the dressing habit of the Bedouins and was slightly different from that of ordinary Arab women.

Nura also saw Song Heping, and the two were only fifty meters apart. He read two words from the other's expression and eyes:

Run!

Song Heping didn't hesitate, turned around and ran in another direction.

Once caught by the military and police, not only will he be unable to escape, but Nura will also be in an irretrievable situation.

There is no benefit in hesitating.

While running, he kept observing the surrounding environment, looking for a possible escape route.

The buildings in the block were well-arranged and the alleys crisscrossed, which made it very convenient for him to escape.

After running more than a hundred meters, Song Heping suddenly stopped.

Hey!
What am I like?!

Leaving a woman behind and running away!?

This is not my style!
Never give up!

This was a basic principle he learned in the army.

Although he had no relationship with the Bedouin woman, he could have just left.

The problem is, if I do this, no one who knows about it will be willing to work for me.

He stopped and thought of the two policemen he had just met on the road.

"You're out of luck!"

He gritted his teeth, turned around and headed back towards the factory.

Two Egyptian policemen share dates next to a police car.

"too hot……"

One of the policemen touched his big belly, wiped the sweat from his forehead, turned around and walked to the car, reached in to take out the mineral water.

"Haint, do you want some water? It's damn hot!"

He searched and asked his colleagues.

However, he did not receive a response.

When he got the water and turned around, he suddenly found that his colleague had raised his hands and was standing there like a sculpture.

"How did you..."

He was stunned for a moment, then looked in the direction his colleague was looking.

Snapped--

The mineral water fell heavily to the ground.

Because he saw a black gun muzzle pointed at himself and his colleagues.

It was a man with his face covered, carrying a backpack and holding a Glock 17 pistol.

"Everyone lie down and hold your head."

Haint swallowed hard, but he didn't lie down and was still hesitating.

The fat policeman was very efficient. Although he looked fat, he lay down as soon as he was told to.

puff--

An inch of fire shot out from the pistol in Song Heping's hand.

Haint screamed and fell to his knees.

"I don't want to waste time, get down."

This time, Haint behaved well and quickly lay down.

Song Heping didn't say a word. He went over, took the guns from the two men, threw them into the car, then came back and hit each of them on the back of the head.

The two policemen fainted instantly.

Song Heping quickly opened the car door, jumped in, and turned the car towards the factory.

The intersection near the factory gate.

A military police officer was driving away the onlookers.

"Scatter! Scatter! What are you looking at? The police are doing their job!"

The crowd scattered and then gathered again like a group of flies that smelled shit.

Finally, the military police had to take out his gun and fired a shot into the air.

"spread!"

The crowd then dispersed.

"Humph! You're going to make me mad!"

He angrily put the gun back into the holster, turned around and planned to leave with his colleague and the Bedouin woman.

Suddenly, a loud roar of an engine came from behind.

(End of this chapter)