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"Cough! It's Tear Gas, damn it!" The 'assistant' tumbled out of the room alongside his companion, leaning against the wall with tears and snot streaming down his face, coughing incessantly as he cursed.
The 'Doctor,' however, displayed a level of skill far superior to his, managing to bring Afifah along without succumbing to the same fate. Yet, a dark cloud hung over his face.
Just moments ago, they had decided to strike first to catch their enemies off guard, but now they found themselves nearly wiped out instead.
Meanwhile, due to the commotion above, the Boss, who had already been displeased with these Outsiders, let out a roar. "Damn it! I'm going to kill you all!"
Then came the sound of heavy footsteps thudding up the stairs.
At that moment, the group that had launched the surprise attack did not press their assault again. While the Doctor and the assistant remained on high alert, Shadow of Death strolled casually toward the direction from which the shots had been fired, picking up a blood-stained handgun from the ground and playing with it idly.
Lucas, standing nearby, showed little concern for his surroundings. After releasing Yang Xiaoyou from his grip, he remarked with some surprise, "Missed?"
"The opponent is stronger than I expected. But that hand should be useless now." Shadow of Death tossed the sleek black handgun over casually, a hint of seriousness finally appearing on his face.
Though it seemed he had been caught off guard initially, he had already shown nearly all of his strength. Although he had a clear advantage, just one of their opponents could survive under his attack, which reflected their level of skill.
He was a killer. Failing to deliver a fatal blow meant this mission was already a failure.
At that moment, the Boss stormed upstairs with a shotgun in hand, still cursing under his breath. But as soon as he saw the heavily armed individuals and the white smoke billowing from the room, he swallowed his words.
After coughing once more, he mimicked their actions by pressing against the wall and shouted in a low growl, "Is there anyone who can tell me what the hell is going on? Has this place turned into a battlefield?"
"They're already gone. No need to worry," Shadow of Death said indifferently as he walked over to Yang Xiaoyou.
Just as the assistant was recovering from being choked and was about to question something, the unmistakable sound of an old car starting up echoed from below. When the Doctor rushed into another smoke-free room to take a look, all he could see was the tail end of a car speeding away, prompting him to angrily slam his hand against the wooden window sill, creating a crack.
Yang Xiaoyou, who had been observing coldly from beside them, began to ponder. Judging by the condition and style of that standard handgun, there was a seventy percent chance that this group was from Mossad.
It seemed they had invested heavily this time. With Shadow of Death's protective aura activated, even he would have to be on high alert to deal with them. Although they were injured, their capabilities had been fully demonstrated; even if they weren't as formidable as that Elite agent encountered in Dubai, they were not far off.
Most importantly, if this was just one random member with such strength, then there must be someone at an even higher level leading them—someone whose abilities would undoubtedly place them among the elite ranks within Mossad.
It is important to note why the Mossad agents are here. They are tracking the members of Black September, those men in Light Shoes. If the other side has personnel of the same caliber, this mission could indeed become quite challenging.
While Yang Xiaoyou was weighing the current situation, on the other side, Afifah, led out by the 'Doctor', began explaining to the Bar Owner.
Essentially, she conveyed that these were a few roaming murderers. Since their conversation had been overheard by her group, they wanted to silence them.
As for the guns, those were merely for self-defense.
Although such claims were clearly unconvincing to professionals, Afifah's ability to deceive ordinary people was quite impressive. She managed to spin her tale well enough to leave the Boss feeling dazed.
However, even though he appeared to believe their words, he ultimately issued an eviction order, roaring for everyone to leave.
Even with Afifah offering full compensation for damages, he refused.
In the end, he reluctantly agreed to let the two 'doctors' stay temporarily, but insisted that everyone else must leave.
"Right now at the town's entrance, turning back to the neighboring town would only take about an hour. We can rest there for a night and come back early tomorrow. Staying here indicates that it isn't safe," Yang Xiaoyou sighed as he observed the assistant still bargaining to keep everyone there.
"Exactly. Although I don't particularly like this Golden Sun fellow either, his strength is undeniable. He managed to take out his target without leaving a trace. Staying here without understanding the situation does pose potential risks," said the Black Skin Talker, chewing gum and adopting a nonchalant tone.
Perhaps it was his carefree demeanor that made the Doctor not take his words seriously. Or perhaps seeing Shadow of Death rush out and hit his target with a single shot gave him an impression that their opponent's strength was not as formidable as expected.
As for how the two had detected something amiss earlier, it was likely because they were closer to the window and overheard something. At that moment, he had been focused on explaining the situation and missed it; such lapses were normal.
"No need! How about this: I’ll stay with the assistant here at the exit of the town. The entire town is built around this main road with no forks inside. As long as we block this side, their only way out would be through another exit unless their vehicle can crash through those fences on the farms to reach the desert and escape from elsewhere," said the Doctor through gritted teeth after glancing at the main road.
Leaving two people behind was indeed risky, but it might also draw out their opponents. Given that one of them was already injured, relying on their own strength could yield significant results even if they launched a surprise attack. Moreover, staying here would allow them to immediately start gathering information and confirming details for their mission.
Having already stumbled once today, when they returned tomorrow for a joint operation, they could demonstrate their capabilities.
Upon hearing this response, even Lucas found it somewhat amusing. However, overall, considering their cautious approach after having suffered a setback before launching another attack significantly lowered their chances of success. After all, this was the United Arab Emirates; they held home ground advantage and could potentially receive reinforcements at any time.
Thus, while leaving two behind seemed risky, it actually fell within a reasonable range of risk.
"I have a satellite phone here. If there are any issues, I will contact you directly. That's settled." As the colors began to fade, the Doctor confirmed the arrangements.
Watching the off-road vehicle disappear into the distance, the Doctor and his Assistant exchanged nods before heading deeper into the town.
"Jimmy, how could you be so careless? You clearly had the upper hand but ended up getting hurt instead." Inside an abandoned Farm, a man was disinfecting a dagger with flames while helping his companion, who was biting down on a piece of rotten wood.
It was evident that under a .50 caliber shot, the entire palm of his opponent had been completely shattered, with only bits of bloody flesh remaining. The sharp dagger cut away the rotten meat, then he sprinkled some powder on it and sprayed it with a disinfectant before starting to wrap it in bandages.
One could easily imagine that if the shot had been aimed just a fraction lower, it wouldn't have just been four fingers lost; the entire palm would have been obliterated.
"This isn't Jimmy's fault; their side is just too strong." A Curly-Haired Man lit a cigarette and took a drag, his eyes flickering as he sighed. Although he had only briefly encountered the shooter who injured Jimmy, he didn't feel confident he could handle them himself.
When did such skilled fighters emerge among these Arab Thugs?
The man bandaging his wounds was equally astonished by this explanation.
Crimson blood continued to drip onto the ground as he cut and wrapped the wounds, flowing away in a steady stream.
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