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The structure of Burj Dubai itself is tiered, narrower at the top and wider at the bottom. The observation deck and swimming pool are a result of this tiered design, merely one prominent large step among various mechanical structures that support the overall integrity.
Draped in a cloak that completely concealed his form and wearing a portable folding helmet, Yang Xiaoyou stood on an outer protrusion, gazing upward at the figure skillfully climbing toward the top with a tool in hand. A flicker of contemplation passed through his eyes beneath the helmet.
The strong winds at high altitude pressed the cloak against him, rustling softly.
After pausing to observe for a moment, he vanished from the protrusion once more.
"Choosing such a place for a transaction is absurd. Surely they wouldn't use anything here. Those Arabs can't be that reckless; they definitely wouldn't tolerate any issues in this newly risen city. What could possibly be the reason?" His specially designed shoes adhered to the outer glass as he raised his hand to fire a peculiar pistol that launched a rope. Oterber then swiftly began climbing upward again.
If the intel was correct, the transaction location was on the 154th floor, the highest usable level of the entire tower. Above that were structural elements or broadcasting stations.
Even taking an elevator would require considerable time, but Oterber utilized pre-planned routes to bypass surveillance, climbing through blind spots. He successfully avoided the few decorative cameras that were already sparse around the exterior.
Moreover, he seemed exceptionally familiar with the office conditions on these floors. Each time he chose a stopping point, it was always on a level where work had not yet commenced. Gathering and deducing such intelligence must have taken considerable effort.
As for occupied floors, due to his speed and careful detours, he raised no alarms within; those who needed to work continued their tasks without noticing the fleeting figure outside their windows.
Continuing his acrobatics in mid-air, relying on his exceptional professional skills and methods, Oterber drew closer to his target. Little did he know that several hundred feet above ground, someone akin to a Hanging Boot Ghost had successfully latched onto him from behind.
Not only did this person evade other surveillance using their own route, but they also managed to deceive this elite agent's perception.
Below them lay hundreds of feet of open air; a single misstep could lead to certain death. Yet in this precarious environment, both individuals continued their ascent without concern, allowing the high-altitude winds to rush past them.
In less than fifteen minutes, under such harsh conditions, Oterber successfully reached the space between the 154th floor and the 15th floor's mezzanine. He fixed himself horizontally against the wall, ensuring not a single part of him was visible through either window.
At the same time, he pulled out some tools and directly adhered himself to the underside of the upper level. A confident smile flashed across his face; executing such a high-difficulty maneuver in hostile territory in the Middle East could only be accomplished by Mossad operatives. Without a doubt, he was one of Mossad's elites. Sneaking into this world’s tallest location unnoticed was proof of his capabilities!
"Hmm, it shouldn't be explosive material; this sturdy glass wall isn't so easily breached. It's likely for eavesdropping." Just under ten meters away from Oterber, Yang Xiaoyou naturally took advantage of his inability to turn around and observed with keen interest as he watched this agent's movements from such close proximity.
As the fellow continued to place items, he seemed to be mumbling something to himself, leaving one puzzled about what he was saying.
"Are you really planning to go up? Hmm, the upper floors should just be mechanical in nature. Aside from the occasional maintenance staff, it should be relatively easy to infiltrate. Do you want to act directly instead of just eavesdropping? He must have received some orders just yesterday. Is it really necessary to rush like this?" Yang Xiaoyou felt a bit uneasy watching the agent mumble to himself for a while.
Having received some information just yesterday and now making such a big move, the early surveillance was all hastily set up. Although the agent's skills and professionalism made up for a lot, it still felt somewhat rushed.
For someone from Mossad, a noble figure willing to take such risks, it was likely that the problems arising were indeed quite serious.
Israel's establishment was forged through conflict, and its worst relations were naturally with neighboring Syria, Egypt, and the areas of Palestine that had been divided into the most hostile territories, as well as with radical Islamic countries like Iran.
Countries like the United Arab Emirates and Saudi Arabia, which heavily rely on international currency like One Million Dollars, appeared to have somewhat better relations on the surface.
Among them, the United Arab Emirates was more hostile towards Israel than Saudi Arabia; however, due to distance and levels of animosity, it had never been a primary target for Mossad.
Originally, sending someone over under the pretext of issues with his Hive Security Company—someone who had managed to keep even insiders in the dark—was already suspicious enough. The person sent was young and less likely to attract attention but possessed significant abilities and had already gained considerable influence as an elite member.
This only added to the sense of pressure. Coupled with the urgency of this operation, Yang Xiaoyou felt an impulse to flee the country.
However, having come this far, he felt he had to see what was going on before he could leave in peace.
He then stopped using the silver blade on his wrist and instead propelled himself upward with a powerful jump, reaching the mechanical level above 154.
At that moment, the agent had already used some corrosive liquid to cut through the glass and was preparing to stealthily slip inside.
"Hey."
Just as Oterber was reveling in the sense of accomplishment from completing such an almost impossible task, a voice calling out like a ghost startled him so much that he nearly fell. He grabbed onto the edge of the cut glass for support and used it to propel himself into a roll inside.
With a Tactic in mind, he looked at the figure before him, completely wrapped in a cloak and wearing a strange helmet. A look of ghostly terror crossed his face.
"Damn it! This is the 155th floor!"
In an instant, various negative emotions ruthlessly pierced through his fragile heart, and he couldn't help but think that this must be an alien invading Earth, just by looking at its outfit.
As thoughts flashed through his mind, he noticed that beneath the cloak, the figure was pointing at him, revealing a gun-shaped protrusion. He maintained a somewhat uncertain silence, not preparing to dodge or fight back.
If this person was similarly sneaky and had approached him actively now, they definitely weren't part of those Arab Thugs.
Moreover, this figure seemed to have an internal record; it appeared to be...
"The Hive Security Company's behind-the-scenes Boss 'Memory'?" After that name flashed through his mind, shock appeared in Oterber's eyes. His reason for coming here was indeed to investigate them, but this mysterious leader, who had left almost no information except for a name and a description, had effortlessly connected with him.
This was truly terrifying and unbelievable! Even in the Middle East, their intelligence-gathering capabilities were unmatched by anyone else. Who exactly was this person?
"It's me. You should know why I’m following you. I'm just a businessman trying to make money; being watched by you isn't pleasant at all. However, I think I've discovered something significant. Can you let me know what it is that causes you such anxiety? Don't worry; if you give me a heads-up so I can prepare myself mentally, I'll turn around and leave. Besides selling ordinary weapons, I have no interest in getting involved in your conflicts. If you want to buy weapons, I’ll sell them too—just worried you might not find them satisfactory."
Wrapped in the cloak, Yang Xiaoyou squatted down and casually spoke in a hoarse voice.
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