Just as Song Heping was contemplating how to handle the dire situation if his identity was exposed, the tense expression of the military policeman across from him suddenly relaxed, and he handed over the documents and boarding pass.
"No problem, Dr. Chen, have a pleasant journey."
As the two military policemen walked away, Song Heping felt a huge weight lifted off his chest and he finally breathed a sigh of relief.
If he had shown a flaw here, the consequences would have been unimaginable.
Ten minutes later, in the Beirut Airport waiting lounge, Song Heping pulled his hat brim even lower.
Outside the glass curtain wall, an Antonov An-148-100E aircraft was taxiing on the runway, the emblem of a Russian private airline gleaming coldly in the setting sun.
This was a chartered flight hired by the International Humanitarian Relief Organization, tasked with bringing back those conducting humanitarian aid missions to Europe.
