The ambulance siren was particularly piercing in the night of Alexandria Port.
Song Heping looked at the flickering lights of the port in the distance through the car window, his fingers unconsciously tapping the assault rifle resting on his legs.
"Ten more minutes to pier No. 7," Utekin's voice came from the driver's seat, "The Artemis cargo ship should already be waiting there."
Jiang Feng looked up at the words: "Are you sure the ship is reliable? Has none of your GRU people infiltrated?"
"The ship's captain is Syrian, owes me his life," Utekin chuckled coldly, "If he dares to pull any tricks, I'll throw him into the Mediterranean to feed the fish."
Song Heping didn't participate in the conversation, his attention was drawn to a black car that had been tailing them in the rearview mirror.
The car kept a perfect distance, neither losing them nor drawing too much attention.
"We're being watched."
