Mercenary I am the king

Chapter 733 Warrior Law
"You guys wait here."

The old chief stood up, bowed slightly to express his apology, then turned and left the tent.

"It must be Mossad."

Song Heping sighed helplessly.

"I've heard for a long time that provoking Mossad is tantamount to seeking death. These guys will madly hunt you down to the ends of the earth. This time I've seen it for myself."

"How did Mossad know we were here?" Noura's tone was full of doubt. In her opinion, she and Song Heping had just arrived here not long ago, and even the Egyptian military and police had not tracked them. How could Mossad smell the scent and come here?
“How did they get into Egypt?”

"Is this difficult to understand?" Song Heping wanted to explain, but found it difficult to explain to Nura himself.

After all, it is a very difficult task to teach her about comprehensive intelligence analysis techniques such as spy satellites and intelligence network infiltration.

It seems that Mossad has now mobilized all their intelligence networks and secret agents in Southeast Asia and North Africa to keep an eye on him, and even launched spy satellites to continuously scan the area.

It was unprecedented to use such exaggerated resources to track down a personal target. Song Heping felt the same treatment as Brother Deng.

They really think they are the top KB members...

also.

If we can't be friends, then be the best enemy.

If it were someone else, they might have been scared out of their wits and tried every possible way to hide their identity and disappear from the world, and they might even want to change their appearance and have plastic surgery to avoid being discovered by Mossad.

But now Song Heping has different ideas.

He hated people who kept chasing him the most. They were as disgusting as chewing gum stuck to the bottom of his shoes.

Since they insist on killing themselves, then let them kill more people.

It's like a mad dog biting your calf. You can't shake it off by shaking it. The best way is to immediately find a stick or a knife, knock the mad dog unconscious with one stick, or stab it in the throat and send it to hell.

This is the most effective way.

"Let's go out and take a look."

Song Heping couldn't sit still anymore.

He was almost completely certain that what was happening outside had a lot to do with him.

"I'll accompany you."

Noura is very submissive now.

She looked at Song Heping with admiration.

When the man drove a stolen police car into the encirclement and killed several soldiers and police officers in seconds to rescue himself, the feeling was no less than seeing his male god riding a colorful Pegasus with auspicious clouds on his feet descending from the sky to save him.

Under the moonlight, outside the simple entrance of the tribe's wall, the old chief and a tall man were standing on the sand, talking and negotiating.

When Song Heping took a look, he was slightly surprised.

This guy's physique is not inferior to that of the disaster star or the white bear.

Judging from their clothing, they seem to be tribal armed forces in the desert.

But since such a strong creature as an ox could grow in the desert, Song Heping suddenly wondered if eating sand could nourish people.

Why is it so big?

"People from the Atek tribe!"

There was a tremor in Noura's voice.

"What tribe?"

It was the first time Song Heping heard this name and felt a little curious.

"They are also a heretic among us Bedouins, but their style of action is even more ferocious and cruel. Many of their actions are completely inconsistent with our most ancient tribal rules, so they are not recognized by most Bedouins."

Noura couldn't help but look around and said, "They often do things for people in exchange for money. Maybe they really are here for us."

"Is it coming for us? We'll know if we go up and listen."

Song Heping now feels that there is nothing to escape.

Since they came to my door, if they really wanted to come after me, they would have definite evidence in their hands.

In this case, let's not make things difficult for the old leader.

Solve your own problems yourself.

"Umar! What you have done has violated the ancient agreement of our tribe. They are my guests! I promised to protect them! Besides, Nura is also one of the leaders of the branch tribe. You can't attack her..."

Song Heping didn't understand what the old leader said, but Nura explained the conversation between the two.

The general meaning is -

The leader of the Atek tribe, Umar, who is the one who grew so strong by eating something unknown, brought his men here to target Song Heping and Nura.

The excuse was simple. They said that these people were KB members and had caused a big trouble in Cairo and had become wanted criminals by the government. In order to prevent these people from causing unnecessary impact on the interests of the tribe, they asked the old leader to hand over the two people and send them back to Cairo for official disposal.

"That's a pretty good excuse."

Song Heping sneered, "I guess this guy is also working for Mossad." Noura said, "If that's true, we're in big trouble. The Atek tribe is currently the most powerful force in the Egyptian desert. If..."

She didn't say anything else, but Song Heping had already guessed Nura's concerns.

Now Umar has come here to ask for people. If the old chief insists on protecting him, he will be attacked by the Atek tribe.

This was a disaster for the old chief's small tribe.

The tragic situation of the small fishing village is still vivid in my mind.

Song Heping didn't want to involve innocent people.

"Go tell the old chief that I will find a chance to slip away. Let him take Umar with him. He will be fine after I leave."

"You are crazy!"

Noura immediately became nervous.

"I know you're powerful, but this is a desert, and in the desert, the Bedouins are king. You can't escape their surveillance. The Egyptian military hasn't even noticed us. How do you think Umar found us? It wouldn't be that fast just relying on Hebrew intelligence!"

Noura's worries are not unnecessary.

Song Heping also hesitated.

If I leave the tribe alone and go into the desert, even with my own survival and fighting abilities, I will not be a match for a large group of Bedouins.

"Umar, I reject your offer. I will stick to my principles. According to the ancient Bedouin law, if someone comes seeking asylum, not as an enemy, but as a friend, I have an obligation to help him."

Song Heping was surprised by the old leader's toughness.

But at the same time, concerns also arose.

Looking at the surrounding tents and the old people and children standing around the simple houses made of dead branches, the tragic scene of the small fishing village once again emerged before my eyes.

go?
Still not leaving?

The two decisions collided in Song Heping's mind, and he, who was always decisive, hesitated.

"Old Ahmed, I advise you to consider the consequences."

Umar glanced around with contempt, pointed at the women and children watching, and said with a disdainful expression: "There are no more than a hundred people in your tribe who can hold guns, and I—"

He turned around and swung the whip in his hand, making a snapping sound in the air.

"I already have two hundred people here. If necessary, I can mobilize more than a hundred people. Are you sure you want to start a war with me?"

Old Ahmed's eyes were deep, his expression unchanged. After a long pause, his lips, hidden beneath his white beard, moved slightly, his tone of voice lukewarm. "Umar, if you are willing to risk your men against my people, you can place a bet and test your strength. Even if all my people die, what good will you gain? How much have the Hebrews given you? Or has the Egyptian government paid you more? To the point where you're tempted to kill your own people?"

A series of rhetorical questions did not convince Umar.

However, the statement about risking one's life forced Umar to weigh the pros and cons.

After all, these hundreds of people are his own resources and assets. Not to mention how much he would lose if he fought to the death with this old and immortal tribesman in front of him, if this matter spreads among the Bedouins in the future, it would indeed be disadvantageous to him.

At least I have to stay in this area!
He saw Song Heping and Nura standing not far behind Ahmed, with murderous intent flashing in their eyes.

"Ahmed, you and I are from the same clan. Since that's the case, I don't want the Bedouins to kill each other, but I must take these two people with me. After all, offending the Egyptian government would be detrimental to you, me, and all the Bedouin tribes. I'm acting in the best interests of all of us."

"Umar, don't think that I, an old man, don't know about your affairs because I don't leave the tribe. Many people have already spread the news about your affair with the Hebrew. Do you really think I don't know? Humph!"

The old man finally smiled.

This is a contempt of the highest order to Umar.

"If you want to start a war, then start a war. I've lived enough for my old bones. But you better be careful. Don't risk your life here at such a young age."

Umar's face turned very ugly.

The atmosphere around began to become tense.

Song Heping had already touched the Glock 17 pistol at his waist.

He saw that the minions behind Umar were also eager to try, with their fingers on the triggers, ready to go.

"Good! I respect you, Ahmed!"

Suddenly, Umar raised his hands.

This is a sign of weakness.

"but--"

He changed the subject, the corners of his mouth slightly raised, revealing a cunning smile.

"I request to activate the 'Warrior's Law' and use it to resolve this dispute, how about it?!"

Ahmed seemed very surprised when these words were spoken. Nura, who was beside Song Heping, suddenly tugged at the corner of Song Heping's clothes nervously.

Song Heping smelled something unusual.

"Warrior's Law? What the hell is that?"

Sounds like the rules of a game.

(End of this chapter)