"You wait here for a moment."
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 extremely challenging to explain to her about spy satellites, intelligence network infiltration, and comprehensive intelligence analysis technologies.
