The room was very simple, but tidy.

The woman gestured for Song Heping and Jiang Feng to sit down and then began to check Song Heping's wound.

"I am Sara," she said while treating the wound, "a doctor from the International Medical Rescue Organization. Later, you need to disguise yourselves as our staff."

"Ghost" walked to the window, lifting a corner of the curtain to look outside.

"We need to hurry," he said, "They will find this place soon."

Sara stitched Song Heping's wound again, finished bandaging him, and took out two sets of work uniforms printed with the organization's logo.

"Put these on," she said, "Your documents are ready."

After speaking, she turned around and took out a box from the cabinet and opened it.

Song Heping glanced inside, seeing various makeup items such as fake beards, wigs, skin coloring agents, and even finely crafted soft masks resembling real skin.

Song Heping and Jiang Feng changed their clothes, and Sara said to them, "Sit properly on the chairs."

They sat down obediently.

Skillfully, Sara began to apply makeup on their faces.

Song Heping felt like he was backstage preparing for a performance.

In less than ten minutes, Sara took two steps back to examine them, revealing a satisfied smile, "Alright, they shouldn't recognize you now."

Then she said, "Extend your hands, palms up."

Song Heping exchanged glances with Jiang Feng, and then complied.

Sara took out a box and opened it.

Inside were some liquid substances soaking something.

With tweezers, she gently stirred the liquid, pulling out a piece of translucent material, and lightly covered Song Heping's index finger, then picked up another piece, covering his thumb.

"These are imitation hand skins; after covering, they naturally dry in five minutes. If careful, they can last at least a day without damage, temporarily avoiding fingerprint tracking. But be cautious, do not soak them in liquids for long or let them be contaminated by stimulating fluids like gasoline, as this can cause damage and affect effectiveness..."

After covering Song Heping's fingers, she started covering Jiang Feng's fingerprints.

After finishing, she took out two boxes and handed them over.

"What are these?"

Song Heping asked curiously, while opening the box.

Inside lay two contact lenses.

"Put these on, they are specially made. Don't underestimate Mossad; their surveillance equipment can capture the pupils and analyze the similarity. I believe most of your biological data has probably been acquired by Mossad, so be careful not to expose any flaws in the future."

When it comes to combat, Song Heping is familiar.

But regarding these espionage techniques, this was Song Heping's first experience.

"Impressive..."

He couldn't help but admire.

"Looks like I'll have to learn these skills when I get the chance, very useful."

"Now is not the time for you to learn disguise techniques."

Ghost spread out a map on a nearby table.

"They likely think we'll retreat by sea, so I guess the Mediterranean is full of patrol boats from Daishe Bird. But at the airport, the surveillance might be laxer," he said, pointing at the map, "We have a way to get you in."

"What way?" Song Heping asked.

Ghost revealed a mysterious smile, "You will know when the time comes."

Just then, the sound of a car braking urgently came from downstairs.

Ghost quickly walked to the window, his face changed, "They are here!"

Ghost quickly drew the curtains, turned to the others and said, "We have to leave immediately. Mossad has arrived."

Song Heping quickly stood up, drew his gun, and together with Jiang Feng guarded the door.

Doctor Sarah took a medical kit from the cabinet and handed it to Song Heping, "Take this, might come in handy along the way."

Ghost walked to a corner of the room, lifted a floorboard, revealing a narrow passage. "Pack everything, leave no traces. This is an emergency escape route leading to the underground parking lot. We must leave through there."

Song Heping nodded, hurriedly shoved his changed clothes into a plastic bag, then indicated for Jiang Feng to go down first.

Jiang Feng climbed down the ladder, followed closely by Song Heping, with Ghost bringing up the rear.

"What about Sara?"

Song Heping suddenly remembered something.

Ghost said, "Mossad can't touch her; don't worry."

The underground parking lot was dark, damp, with the smell of oil and mold lingering in the air.

Ghost led them past several abandoned cars to an inconspicuous gray sedan.

"Get in," he whispered, "We need to bypass their blockade."

The three quickly got into the car, Ghost started the engine, and the car slowly drove out of the parking lot. As soon as they exited, they saw several black SUVs parked at the street corner, a few men in suits searching passers-by.

"Heads down," Ghost whispered. Song Heping and Jiang Feng immediately bent down to avoid being seen.

The car slowly drove past the corner, Ghost acting like a normal driver, even greeting a street vendor in fluent local language.

Once they were away from Mossad's checkpoint, Ghost sped towards the depths of the Old Town.

"Where are we going?" Song Heping asked.

"To a safe house," Ghost replied, "We need equipment and new identity documents. Mossad can't find it for now."

The car maneuvered through the narrow streets of the Old Town, eventually stopping in front of a nondescript building.

Ghost led them through the back door, down a dark corridor to a concealed room.

Upon entering, Ghost quickly locked the door and said to the two, "Follow me."

They followed Ghost into another room, then down a staircase, opening another door to the basement.

When the door opened, Song Heping's eyes lit up.

The basement was filled with various equipment: fake passports, communication devices, weapons, and even several sets of uniforms and IDs from different organizations.

Ghost walked to the table, picked up two files, and handed them to Song Heping and Jiang Feng, "These are your new identities. From now on, you are members of the International Medical Rescue Organization, tasked with providing medical aid in Balista."

Song Heping opened the file, seeing his photo and name changed to a strange identity.

"Can these documents pass the airport checks?"

"No problem," Ghost said confidently, "These documents are specially processed, even the customs system can't detect any issues. But remember your new identity, every detail must be flawless. Here is the background information of the two identities, memorize them."

Just then, Ghost's phone vibrated.

He glanced at the screen, his face turning serious, "The situation has changed. Mossad has locked down all exits of the airport; they are looking for two Asian men."

"Then how do we leave?" Jiang Feng asked.

Ghost pondered for a moment, and said, "We need a new plan. You have to blend into another team, boarding the plane with them. Sara has arranged it; she will take you to the meeting point."

Song Heping nodded, "When do we depart?"

"Now," Ghost checked his watch, "Sara's car will be downstairs in ten minutes. Remember, from now, you are doctors, not agents. Any suspicious behavior could expose your identity."

The three quickly packed their belongings and ten minutes later, Ghost led them downstairs.

A white van with the rescue organization's logo was parked by the roadside, with Sara sitting in the driver's seat, waving at them.

"Get in," Sara said, "We need to reach the airport before Mossad's complete lockdown."

Song Heping and Jiang Feng got into the car, while Ghost stood outside, watching them leave.

"Good luck," he whispered, "I'll support you from the rear, need someone to divert their attention."

Song Heping gratefully extended his hand to grasp Ghost's arm.

"Thank you!"

For men, gratitude often condenses into a simple phrase.

"No need."

Ghost looked very calm.

It seemed he had experienced this many times before.

"This is just my mission."

The car headed towards the airport, the atmosphere on the streets growing tenser.

Checkpoints became more frequent, with police and soldiers inspecting passing vehicles.

"Don't worry, there might be Mossad agents among them, but once we enter the airport, we're safe."

Sara seemed very familiar with the area, skillfully avoiding several checkpoints, finally reaching the airport's side gate.

"Enter through this passage; you are not flying commercial, but a private charter," Sara said, "Remember, you're returning to Egypt after completing humanitarian medical aid in Balistan."

Song Heping and Jiang Feng nodded, following Sara into the airport.

In the waiting hall, a group of people wearing medical organization uniforms were waiting to board.

Sara led them into the group, whispering, "Stay natural, don't be nervous."

Just then, a few Liben military police entered the waiting hall and started checking passengers' documents one by one.

Song Heping's heartbeat accelerated, but he tried to remain calm, taking out his fake passport.

The military police approached them, carefully checked the documents, and scrutinized them closely. Song Heping felt his back drenched in cold sweat but maintained a smile.

"Are you doctors?" The lead military police asked.

"Yes," Sara responded, "We are members of the International Medical Rescue Organization, just finished humanitarian medical mission in Balistan, planning to return to Egypt."

The military police looked at Sara's documents, then shifted his gaze to Song Heping and Jiang Feng, slightly furrowing his brows, and pointed at the two, "Documents, let me see."

Song Heping's heart tightened slightly, but his face remained calm, he took out his passport and documents, Jiang Feng did the same.

The military police took them and carefully checked them.

Song Heping and Jiang Feng exchanged glances, already beginning to prepare for the worst.

Source: Webnovel.com, updated by lotustale.com