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"What's going on? Why do I have this feeling? Could someone be watching me? How is it possible with this group of Arab thugs!" Compared to the bustling Dubai area, the night in the Jebel Ali Free Zone still allowed glimpses of the starry sky. At this moment, Oterber was rapidly changing routes, weaving through the towering office buildings.
From the very beginning, he felt a vague sense of irritation. Despite tentatively projecting the power he had mastered and employing his counter-surveillance techniques, he couldn't identify any issues.
His presence in the United Arab Emirates was known only to a select few insiders. Even among those coordinating resources, apart from the superior he directly reported to, most believed he was merely here to investigate an arms dealer.
This covert operation, combined with his natural demeanor since arriving, left little room for error. Given the relationship between the United Arab Emirates and his home country, they wouldn't care about external opinions or influences. Once they realized his identity, they would likely act swiftly to apprehend him to avoid complications.
"Is it that news that's disturbing my mind? Damn it." Clenching his fist tightly, Oterber reached a phone booth marked with a maintenance sign. Pretending not to notice the sign, he inserted a few coins and skillfully palmed a magnetic card that was stuck behind the phone.
"A memory card? Hmm, it should be an identity card." In the shadow of a streetlight, Yang Xiaoyou quietly observed Oterber's actions, a thoughtful expression crossing his face.
He had been following Oterber all along. This young elite agent from Mossad indeed possessed considerable skills. Although he hadn't pinpointed Yang's presence, he seemed to be probing for something, as if he had a slight awareness of being watched. Yang was currently utilizing his own stealth advantage.
While there were many opportunities for failure along the way, Yang restrained himself from taking action. The purpose of this mission was not Mossad's target; on UAE territory, Mossad's identity was far less visible than his own.
Up until now, Yang felt increasingly troubled by Oterber's apparent agitation. Had he overlooked something? The hornet's nest that was Mossad was not easy to poke; without using forceful means to extract information, obtaining what he wanted would require some effort.
Given that this mission wasn't particularly urgent, he could afford to set it aside for now. After all, reconnaissance had already been completed without much interference between their objectives.
"Are you not planning to do anything tonight? Then I'll just wait for you." Analyzing the initial dispersal of several individuals and their routes suggested that Oterber likely had no intention of changing locations anytime soon; frequent changes would only attract more attention.
Due to traffic delays, when Yang Xiaoyou returned to the hotel, it was already past midnight. However, even at this hour, Dubai was still vibrant. The hotel they were staying in remained lively with guests continuously coming and going.
Yet in the lobby, Yang Xiaoyou did not see any of his fellow students from both teams. After a long day filled with activity and travel fatigue compounded by jet lag, even the most energetic classmates would be exhausted at this hour; only those who seemed almost superhuman remained unaffected by fatigue.
As Yang Xiaoyou quietly opened the door to his room and stepped inside, he was quite surprised to find Zhang Peng still awake. Dressed in pajamas and holding a glass of wine, Zhang was sitting on the sofa, lost in thought. Upon hearing the sound of the door opening, he turned to see Yang Xiaoyou tiptoeing in, and a flicker of bitterness and understanding crossed his eyes. It seemed that despite his words of reassurance about being fine alone, he was secretly troubled during this late hour.
Noticing the bloodshot eyes and faint smile on Zhang Peng's face, which hinted at deep contemplation, Yang Xiaoyou decided not to hide his presence any longer for fear of disturbing him. He closed the door behind him and walked over to the table, grabbing a piece of fruit to munch on. Then he plopped down directly across from Zhang Peng, curiously asking what was on his mind.
Zhang Peng was known to be a good-natured person, but seeing him in such apparent distress made Yang Xiaoyou feel uneasy. Could it be that he had suffered a heartbreak?
However, noticing that Zhang was staring blankly at his glass without saying a word, Yang Xiaoyou decided not to press further. After finishing the piece of fruit, he greeted the class leader and opened the door to his own room, saying, "I'm too tired; I'm going to rest now. You should get some sleep too."
At Yang Xiaoyou's suggestion to rest early, Zhang Peng's hand holding the wine glass trembled slightly. It was destined to be a sleepless night for him.
The next morning, yawning as he stepped out of his room, Yang Xiaoyou happened to catch sight of Zhang Peng across the hall. His eyes were red-rimmed, clearly indicating a night without sleep. It seemed something strange had indeed affected him.
Last night after arriving, Yang Xiaoyou hadn’t gone straight to bed. Instead, he had stealthily made his way toward several Mossad agents' location and set up some devices that were originally intended for other purposes.
As long as he could ensure that each device was replaced regularly, he was confident that even elite Mossad agents would not discover them in a short time.
While pondering these matters, Yang Xiaoyou merely exchanged greetings with the obviously sleep-deprived class leader before starting to enjoy the breakfast that had been delivered to the living room.
Zhang Peng sat across from him with a dazed expression, mechanically consuming some food.
Seeing how little Zhang had eaten and how wasteful it seemed, Yang Xiaoyou felt a pang of sympathy for the food. He then pushed over the untouched bread toward Zhang and began eating it himself.
This gesture only added to Zhang Peng's confusion; it was clear that an ordinary person could not consume such a large breakfast alone. Even though he seemed unable to eat anymore, there was an underlying message in his actions that suggested something deeper.
While replenishing the necessary nutrients for his recovery, Yang Xiaoyou didn’t think too much about it. He had almost eaten a double portion, and just as he was wiping his mouth, a knock sounded at the door. It seemed that the event was about to begin.
“Ha ha, I believe everyone knows that aside from shopping, the biggest attraction here is the various artificial islands and Burj Dubai, which are must-visit locations. Today, our goal is this magnificent building. Additionally, there will be half an hour for everyone to form their own teams. I've also requested a few new tour guides from the company, so even if we split up, we will do our best to meet everyone's needs.” Once everyone had gathered, Li Xiao stood in front of them, taking on his role as half a host and began to speak confidently.
To be honest, he had felt somewhat unhappy after being overshadowed by others several times yesterday. Now that it was time to showcase his strengths, he wanted to make a good impression.
What frustrated him a bit was that the student from the Royal Academy of Basic Studies who fancied himself a true prince still maintained that nonchalant attitude.
Moreover, it wasn't just him; the Peerless Beauty he most wanted to attract attention from also seemed distracted. Even that fellow who had some conflicts with him and relied on others appeared not to be listening to him, making him feel quite bored—like trying to punch through cotton.
“Oh, you’re also going to Burj Dubai? What a coincidence! We were thinking of doing the same. How about teaming up?” Just as Li Xiao was feeling somewhat annoyed, the handsome man dressed like an Arab Oil Prince appeared behind him out of nowhere and spoke to him in a gentle tone.
Initially, when Yang Xiaoyou saw the target appear, he was ready to find an excuse to leave the group activity but held his tongue.
Although on the surface that Elite Agent seemed to gaze at Liang Wuxuan with admiration from time to time, Yang Xiaoyou understood that given his anxious state yesterday, this time he likely had serious business at Burj Dubai. It seemed there would be trouble ahead.
Otherwise, he wouldn’t want to use their group of students as a cover.
The correction took a bit longer than expected and was slightly delayed (to be continued!!).
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