Mercenary I am the king

Chapter 704 Professional Disguise
The house was simple but clean.

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

“I’m Sarah,” she said as she tended to the wound. “I’m a doctor from a humanitarian organization. You’re going to pretend to be our staff.”

The "ghost" walked to the window, lifted a corner of the curtain and looked out.

"We must hurry," he said. "They'll find us soon."

Sarah sutured Song Heping's wound, bandaged it, and then took out two sets of work uniforms with the logo of a charity humanitarian aid organization printed on them.

“Put this on,” she said. “Your papers are ready.”

After saying that, he turned around, took out a box from the cabinet and opened it.

Song Heping glanced inside and saw that it was full of makeup items, such as false beards, wigs, some skin coloring agents, and even more than a dozen exquisitely made soft masks that looked like skin.

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

The two of them sat down properly.

Sarah skillfully began to apply the cream on their faces.

Song Heping felt like a troupe putting on makeup backstage before going on stage.

Less than ten minutes later, Sarah took two steps back and looked at it, then smiled with satisfaction: "Okay, I probably won't recognize it anymore."

Then he added, "Stretch out your hands, palms facing up."

Song Heping exchanged glances with Jiang Feng and then did as he was told.

Sarah took out a box and opened it.

There was some liquid inside, and it seemed like something was soaked in the liquid.

She gently poked the liquid with tweezers and pulled out a piece of crystal clear stuff, which she gently covered on Song Heping's index finger, then picked up another one and covered it on his thumb.

"This is simulated hand leather. It will dry naturally within five minutes after being applied. If you're careful, it can remain intact for at least a day, temporarily preventing fingerprint tracking. But be careful not to soak it in liquids for a long time or contaminate it with irritating liquids like gasoline, otherwise it will break and affect the effect..."

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

After pasting, take out two boxes and hand them over.

"What's coming from?"

Song Heping asked curiously as he opened the box.

Inside lay two contact lenses.

"Put it on. This is specially made. Don't underestimate the Mossad. Their surveillance equipment can capture a person's pupils and analyze similarities. I believe most of your biological information has probably been obtained by the Mossad. You must be careful from now on and don't reveal your identity."

When it comes to combat, Song Heping is familiar with it.

But when it comes to these special agent tactics, this is the first time for Song Heping to get into a bridal sedan.

"sharp……"

He couldn't help but admire it.

"It seems that I will learn this skill if I have the chance. It's very useful."

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

The ghost spread out a map on the table beside him.

"They must have thought we were retreating by sea, so the Mediterranean is probably full of Hoopoe patrol boats. But the airport security is probably lax," he said, pointing to a map. "We have a way to get you in."

"What method?" Song Heping asked.

The ghost gave a mysterious smile and said, "You'll know when the time comes."

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

The ghost walked quickly to the window, his face changed: "They are coming!"

Ghost quickly closed the curtains and turned to the crowd, saying, "We have to leave here immediately. The Mossad has arrived."

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

Doctor Sarah took out a medical kit from the cabinet and handed it to Song Heping: "Take this with you, you may need it on the road."

The ghost walked to the corner of the room and lifted a piece of floorboards, revealing a narrow passage. "Pack everything and leave no clues. This is the emergency escape route to the underground parking lot. We need to leave from there."

Song Heping nodded, hurriedly stuffed all the clothes he had taken off into a plastic bag, and then motioned Jiang Feng to go down first.

Jiang Feng climbed down the ladder, Song Heping followed closely behind, and Ghost was responsible for the rear guard.

"What about Sarah?"

Song Heping suddenly remembered something.

Ghost said, "Don't worry, Mossad can't do anything to her."

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

The ghost led them past several abandoned cars and came to a nondescript gray sedan.

"Get in the car," he whispered. "We have to get around their blockade."

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

"Draw your head," Ghost whispered. Song Heping and Jiang Feng immediately ducked down to avoid being spotted. As the car slowly drove around the corner, Ghost acted like a normal driver, even greeting the street vendors in the familiar local dialect.

Only after it was far away from Mossad's search point did the Ghost accelerate into the depths of the old city.

"Where are we going now?" Song Heping asked.

“To a safe house,” Ghost replied. “That’s where we’ll find the equipment and new identification documents we need. The Mossad can’t find it yet.”

The car weaved through the narrow streets of the old town and finally stopped in front of an unremarkable-looking building.

The ghost led them in through the back door, through a dim corridor, and into a hidden room.

After entering the house, the "ghost" quickly locked the door and said to the two: "Follow me."

The two followed the "ghost" into the inner room, then went down the stairs and opened another door into the basement.

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

The basement was filled with all kinds of equipment: fake passports, communication equipment, weapons, and even several sets of uniforms and documents from various organizations.

Ghost walked to the table, picked up two documents and handed them to Song Heping and Jiang Feng: "This is your new identity. From now on, you are members of the International Medical Rescue Organization, and your mission is to go to Balesta to provide medical assistance."

Song Heping opened the file and saw that his photo and name had been replaced by an unfamiliar identity.

“Will these documents pass inspection at the airport?”

"No problem," the ghost said confidently. "These documents have been specially processed. Even the customs system can't detect any problems. However, you must remember your new identities. No details can be wrong. Here is the background information for both identities. Memorize it."

Just then, Ghost's phone vibrated.

He glanced at the screen, his expression becoming serious. "The situation has changed. Mossad has blocked all exits of the airport. They are looking for two men with Asian faces."

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

The ghost thought for a moment and said, "We need to change the plan. You need to infiltrate another group and board the plane with them. Sarah has made arrangements, and she will take you to the meeting point."

Song Heping nodded: "When do we set off?"

"Now," Ghost said, looking at his watch, "Sarah's car will be waiting for you downstairs in ten minutes. Remember, from now on, you are doctors, not agents. Any suspicious behavior may reveal your identity."

The three of them quickly packed up their things, and ten minutes later, the ghost took them downstairs on time.

A white van with a rescue organization's logo pulled up to the side of the road. Sarah was in the driver's seat, waving at them.

“Get in the car,” Sarah said. “We have to get to the airport before the Mossad closes it down.”

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

"Good luck," he whispered. "I'll support you from the rear. You need someone to distract them."

Song Heping reached out and grabbed the "ghost's" arm with gratitude.

"Thank you!"

Even if a man has thousands of words to express his gratitude, it can only be condensed into two short words.

"Need not."

"Ghost" looks bland.

It seemed like he had experienced this kind of thing too much.

"It's just my mission."

As the car drove towards the airport, the atmosphere on the street became increasingly tense.

There are more checkpoints on the roadside, and police and soldiers are checking passing vehicles.

"Don't worry, there may be Mossad spies among these people, but as long as we enter the airport, we will be safe."

Sarah seemed to be very familiar with the place. She drove skillfully around several checkpoints and finally arrived at the side gate of the airport.

"You're not taking a civilian flight through this passage, you're taking a private charter plane," Sarah said. "Remember, you're doctors who came to Palestine to participate in a humanitarian medical support mission. You've just finished your mission and are preparing to return to Egypt."

Song Heping and Jiang Feng nodded and followed Sarah into the airport.

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

Sarah led them into the group and whispered, "Just be natural. Don't be nervous."

At this moment, several young military police walked into the terminal and began to check the passengers' documents one by one.

Song Heping's heart beat faster, but he tried to remain calm and took out his fake passport.

The military police walked up to them, carefully checked their IDs, and looked them over. Song Heping felt his back soaked with sweat, but he still kept smiling.

"Are you doctors?" asked a leading military police officer.

"Yes," Sarah took over and said, "We are members of the International Medical Rescue Organization. We have just completed a humanitarian medical aid mission in Balestan and are planning to return to Egypt."

The military police officer looked at Sarah's ID, then moved his gaze to Song Heping and Jiang Feng. He frowned slightly and pointed at the two of them and said, "Show me your ID."

Song Heping's heart tightened slightly, but his face remained calm. He took out his passport and ID, and Jiang Feng also took out his.

The military police took it and examined it carefully.

Song Heping and Jiang Feng exchanged glances quietly and began to prepare for the worst.

(End of this chapter)