Chapter 797 - 736: Silencing

"It's me."

Song Heping smiled as he approached Senid.

"Feeling disappointed?"

"No..."

Senid lowered his head after uttering just one word.

"Please, spare me..."

He began to beg.

Song Heping said, "You betrayed Henry's trust."

Senid replied, "They found me and threatened my family..."

Song Heping nodded, "I understand, I guessed as much before coming."

Senid suddenly raised his head, "You mean..."

Song Heping interrupted him, "Make four sets of documents for me now, and remember, they must be able to pass customs inspection."

Light flashed in Senid's eyes.

He seemed to see a glimmer of hope and hurriedly got up from the floor, saying quickly, "Okay! I'll do it right away!"

Song Heping looked at his watch and said, "You only have one hour. Because Mossad agents report their status to their superiors every hour, after an hour, what's happening here can't be covered up.

"Did you kill them all!?"

Senid had already sat at his workbench, began to take out forgery tools from his briefcase, but froze in his chair upon hearing Song Heping's words.

"Just four people, you think they're hard to deal with?"

Song Heping's relaxed tone made cold sweat run down Senid's back.

Those were Mossad agents.

Nevermind the fearsome reputation of Mossad, the fact that this China man in front of him single-handedly eliminated four Mossad agents silently was shocking enough.

He hadn't heard a single sound earlier.

Four people dead just like that?

Realizing he had betrayed such a killer, sweat beads formed on Senid's forehead.

"Hurry up."

Song Heping reminded Senid.

The latter woke up as if from a dream.

"Oh! Okay, I'll do it right away..."

He began to arrange the forgery tools on the table while opening the computer beside him, then the nearby safe, retrieving some production materials.

In there, photos and data of Song Heping and others had already been prepared.

Everything was ready.

Senid flexed his knuckles and began to focus on his speciality.

Song Heping asked Nura to find a chair and sat behind Senid, patiently waiting.

"Nura, keep an eye outside for any situation, notify me immediately if there's a problem."

Nura was unsure how Song Heping would deal with Senid, but seeing he had Senid forge documents, she thought he wouldn't kill him.

"Okay."

She wasn't a woman of many words.

Especially in front of Song Heping.

Time ticked away, second by second.

It's undeniable that Senid was an expert in document forgery.

In just forty minutes, he straightened up and exhaled a long breath, "It's done..."

He turned around and handed the completed documents to Song Heping.

Song Heping took the documents, examined them under the light, checking the anti-counterfeit patterns and labels closely.

Undeniably, they were flawless, the technique was extremely meticulous.

"Are you sure others won't notice?"

"Of course." Senid answered confidently, "My craft has never failed. I can't speak for other countries' documents, but the Egyptian passport I make is seamless. What's more, your data is already in the database, even if the border management system is linked, it won't reveal anything, unless there's a special investigation tracking your passport address, verifying your life trajectory, otherwise there's no issue."

"Not bad."

Song Heping nodded faintly, indicating his satisfaction.

Then he raised the gun...

"But I still have to kill you."

Senid stumbled backward, his lower back hitting the edge of the table, his face turned ashen.

"You...you promised..."

He stopped speaking suddenly.

Because he remembered.

Song Heping hadn't promised anything.

"Song, I have children... many children... if I die, what will happen to them..."

Song Heping said coldly, "I had Henry investigate you, you bought a huge life insurance policy for yourself, if you die unexpectedly, your wife will receive a substantial payout."

He looked around.

"I will stage this as a home invasion, making it look like you were killed by a desperate thief, I believe your wife and children will receive the insurance payout."

"But... I want to see my children grow up..."

Senid pleaded, dropping to his knees before Song Heping.

"Can you spare me? I promise not to reveal anything about you."

Song Heping sighed, "Betrayal doesn't distinguish between once or a hundred times."

Pausing, he added, "Rest assured, I'll have Henry send money to your wife, consider it as buying your life."

"Don't..."

Senid barely opened his mouth to beg further, Song Heping's hand had already pulled the trigger.

Poof—

The Glock 17 pistol with a silencer spat out a tongue of fire.

Senid took a bullet to his chest, collapsing against the table, falling to the ground.

Song Heping stepped forward and fired two more shots into his abdomen, making the gunshot wounds appear amateurish, then kicked over nearby tables and chairs, scattering things to create a chaotic scene.

Hearing the commotion, Nura returned to the room, her eyes widened at the scene, "Why did you kill him!"

"For security."

Song Heping said while grabbing Senid's briefcase, putting all sensitive items from the safe inside, then retrieving Senid's wallet, taking out the money and throwing the wallet on Senid's body.

"Go outside, be careful not to leave any hair here. Although we're wearing gloves, we must ensure no hair is left behind. We have a few minutes left, we must leave."

Before coming, Song Heping had explained all the details.

Including wearing gloves, headscarves, etc.

Now it seemed, he intended to kill Senid from the start, not spontaneously.

In less than two minutes, Song Heping had finished dealing with everything, picked up the briefcase, and turned to leave.

"Follow."

He said only two words.

They descended the stairs, there was still a body hidden at the corner of the ground floor stairwell.

It was the corpse of the Mossad agent responsible for surveillance.

Leaving the building and turning into the street, Song Heping wrapped a desert scarf around his face, hurried forward.

Nura was still upset.

She felt that Song Heping didn't need to kill indiscriminately.

"You could have spared him, we're leaving Egypt soon."

Her nagging demeanor made Song Heping very uncomfortable. At the street corner, while waiting for a passing car, Song Heping whispered, "Save your worthless compassion. The documents are made by him, he knows the serial numbers and our situation, are you sure Mossad won't return to him?"

Nura froze.

She hadn't considered this angle.

Song Heping continued, "You choose, either you and I die, or he dies?"

Nura couldn't answer that.

The car passed, Song Heping continued walking.

Nura hurriedly followed.

After crossing the street, Song Heping sighed softly, "Nura, the world is this cruel, you and I have no choice."