Mercenary I am the king

Chapter 736 A Gentleman’s Revenge Never Ends

Cairo.

Ten o'clock at night.

For a capital city, ten o'clock is just the beginning of the nightlife.

But in Cairo's old city, the situation is different.

There are not many entertainment facilities in the old city. The authorities have always said that they want to rebuild a new city because the original old city is too crowded. Most of Egypt's territory is desert, and only the Nile River basin and some small coastal cities are suitable for survival. A large number of people have flocked to the Cairo area to find work, and this old city has become increasingly overwhelmed.

Senid fidgeted at his desk.

The desk lamp in front of him illuminated the table, on which were several fake documents, next to which were his forgery tools and a computer.

This is not Senid's home.

Over the years, the fake certificate making business has brought him a lot of profits.

After making money, Senid bought a three-story building near the wealthy area for his family. This old house located in the old city was bought privately by him. It has only two bedrooms and a living room, and its function is very obvious. It is used as a studio.

After all, it seems incredible that a technical bureaucrat from the border management agency privately produces fake documents and sells fake identities.

If his superiors knew about this, he would have to wash himself clean and go to the cell to pick up soap on August 15th.

Not only can't you let your superiors know.

If his wife knew that the money he used to buy the house and the car was earned through illegal black market business, what would she think? How would his children view their father?

So, renting an old suite as a studio is the best solution.

As for how Mossad came to him despite him being so cautious and careful for so many years, Senid spent three days thinking about it before he had a clue.

For many years, he has been selling fake documents, often working for some intelligence departments. For various reasons, intelligence agencies in different countries need to find local experts who can make fake documents when performing some tasks.

Egyptian passports are quite popular in Africa and are therefore in great demand.

When it comes to making fake Egyptian documents, Senid is a well-deserved expert.

But if you walk by the river often, your feet will get wet.

The relationship between him and Henry was not only known to the British military intelligence department, but would also probably be leaked through some other channels.

Even if it was not leaked through other channels, there might be people from Mossad in the British military intelligence department.

Don’t be fooled by the fact that these bastards call each other brothers and allies on the surface. Behind the scenes, Mossad or M5/M6 will not relax their surveillance on each other just because of that fake alliance relationship.

Maybe that's where the problem lies.

He tore off the page of a fake ID where the original photo was located - this ID was real, so he just had to peel it off and replace it with the page he had prepared long ago, re-watermark along the seam, and cover it with the anti-counterfeiting code. After that, he carefully repaired it with the help of a magnifying glass and it would be considered a success only if it reached the standard of looking as good as it was when it was old.

After everything is done, enter the system and enter this "new identity" into the database. Basically, you can use this fake passport to buy a plane ticket and travel abroad openly.

But at the beginning of the day, Senid couldn't calm down.

Peeling off the photo page printed on the document is a very delicate task. If you move it a little too much, there will be rough edges at the cut. The seams will be visible under a magnifying glass, and veterans at the border agency can see it.

To achieve a flawless finish, one must have a steady hand.

This is a delicate technical job.

Senid's hands were shaking.

After more than ten minutes, it was finally declared a failure.

He angrily tore up the failed fake ID and threw it into the trash can. He then took out a cigarette from the cigarette box next to him, lit it, took a few puffs, and suddenly froze.

After hesitating for a long time, he slowly stood up from the chair, tiptoed to the bedside as cautiously as a thief, gently opened the curtains a little with two fingers, and looked out cautiously along the wall.

The street downstairs, which was only two meters wide, was quiet. On the side of the road, a few white garbage plastic bags were playing with the wind out of boredom, sometimes floating high, sometimes spinning, having a lot of fun.

Looking west along the street, Senid finally saw the old car. The door of the car was closed and he couldn't see what was inside.

But Senid knew that it was the car of a Mossad agent, because when something happened before, they put him in a sack and stuffed him into the car, then took him to a remote place by the Nile River, threw him into the water repeatedly, made him suffer the pain of drowning several times, and then dragged him to the shore, threatening him with his wife, children and future.

These bastards!
Senedd had a strong dislike for the Hebrews.

After all, there are deep historical grievances between the two countries.

But he had to bow his head.

The Mossad agent knew everything about his past.

Death is not scary to me.

But I have taken risks for so many years just for my family and my children. If Mossad destroys all of this, then I will really have nothing left.

He believed that these inhumane Mossad agents would dare to do so, so Senid, who was always known for his professional ethics and professional standards, gave in.

It's just strange that even though I confessed everything a few days ago, those Mossad agents are still following me.

They even follow me when I go to work.

Logically speaking, shouldn't they use the information they provided to ambush the Chinese man named Song Heping?
If that was the case, what use was there for him? He really wanted Mossad to just forget about him.

But it just backfired.

Mossad has been tracking and monitoring him continuously these days.

Sometimes it's even so extreme that they deliberately let themselves be seen, like a naked threat.

What do they want to do?!

The door of the car suddenly opened, and a man got out, holding a cigarette case and a lighter. He subconsciously turned his head to look in the direction of his studio. After just one glance to make sure the lights were still on, he walked to the entrance of the alley beside the road, hid in the darkness and started smoking.

Senid was so frightened that he quickly let go of the curtain and pressed himself against the wall.

Mossad has always been ruthless.

Killing yourself is as easy as pie.

Senid admitted that he was a coward.

After a full minute, Senid's curiosity couldn't hold back. He wanted to see if the guy was still outside the car. Maybe he should go home early.

With these boot-hanging ghosts following me, this job is impossible to do!

He cursed in his heart and gently lifted a corner of the curtain again.

"what?"

When he saw the situation on the road outside, Senid couldn't help but ask questions.

"Why is it missing?"

He muttered to himself as he opened the gap in the curtains a little wider so that he could see downstairs.

Normally, there is also a Mossad agent in that position.

There were two groups of four of them, staring at me every day, as if they didn't need to sleep...

But this time, he couldn't even see the Mossad agent downstairs.

"Strange……"

After observing for a while, Senid felt bored.

After closing the curtains again, he returned to his workbench, picked up his tools, and suddenly froze.

After thinking for a few minutes, he decided to pack up and go home.

There's no point in staying here anymore.

Maybe the Mossad guys have already withdrawn.

They got the intelligence and achieved their goal. Maybe they really think I'm nothing and won't kill me to silence me.

Maybe……

The matter has come to an end here.

After quickly packing up his things, Senid put the things on the table into the safe, then stuffed the tools into his briefcase, turned off the desk lamp, walked to the door, turned off the lights in the hall, and opened the door...

The moment the door opened, a dark shadow flashed in front of me.

Someone rushed in and knocked Senid off balance.

"I've confessed everything, please let me go!"

He was so frightened that he closed his eyes and spoke these pleading words as quickly as possible, thinking that Mossad agents had come to his house to kill him.

bang——

The door was slammed shut.

"It's over..."

Senid sighed in his heart.

This time, I don’t have to wash myself clean and go to the prison to pick up soap on August 15th. I can take it directly to the crematorium.

He mustered up the courage to pry his eyelids open a crack and saw the muzzle of the gun less than two meters away from him.

pat-

The lights in the hall came on.

When Senid saw who was coming, he took a deep breath.

"It's you!?"

(End of this chapter)