The low-frequency hum of bombers penetrating through the clouds echoed in the sky.
The northwestern sky turned ocher red, and the hundred-meter-high wall of sand was advancing at a speed of eighty kilometers per hour.
At that moment, the Mossad attack squad on the "Black Hawk" helicopter also saw the distant "sand wall".
"There's a sandstorm ahead, we can't continue forward."
"Just a bit further!"
Yager, the team leader, stood behind the pilot, unwilling to abandon the pursuit so easily.
Turning back now would be a wasted effort.
Searching for Song Heping again would require considerable time, and by then, he might have already exited the Alish Desert and reached the areas near the Suez Canal.
That place is Egypt's heavy shipping region with many military deployments, flying a helicopter openly to kill someone there would be pure madness.
