Under the night sky.
Fayoum Desert.
This vast sea of sand appeared particularly mysterious and desolate in the glow of the setting sun.
Song Heping drove an old Toyota Camry along the desert highway, with Nura sitting in the passenger seat, gripping the door handle firmly, her gaze resolutely fixed ahead.
The desert nights were bone-chillingly cold, and Song Heping handed the last sip of water to Nura.
In the distance, Egyptian military police helicopters hovered between the dunes, with searchlights piercing the night sky like sharp swords.
Ahead, sand mountains appeared, resembling a continuous range under the moonlight.
"The entrance to the secret passage is up ahead."
Nura pointed to an inconspicuous dune in front of them.
"For hundreds of years, the Bedouin people have created secret tunnels and storage points in the desert for emergencies. Even satellites can't detect them; only the Bedouin know these secrets."
This was Nura's bargaining chip.
