The truck driver didn't know why he opened the piece of cloth and saw a big SOS written on it.

SOS？

The Israeli army still needs rescue?

The truck driver intuitively thought that this was a prank by Amos, and was about to throw the cloth out, but his eyes swept down, and when he saw what was behind, he was so frightened that his hand holding the steering wheel shook and the truck also turned and began to snake on the road.

Thanks to the fact that he was an old driver, he hurriedly stepped on the brakes so that the truck did not hit the guardrail on the side of the road.

The truck driver stepped on the brakes and looked at the military vehicle in the distance, and through the headlights, he could see that the rear compartment was crowded with Israeli soldiers, all of them dejected.

It turned out to be true!

He looked at the piece of cloth again, which included Amos's troop number, and his name, briefly stating that they had been coerced by terrorists with bombs strapped to them, and asked those who saw it to contact the Mossad or their superiors.

Israel has a system of universal military service, and the truck driver, who had also served in the military, felt the same way as Amos.

He immediately picked up the phone and dialed the phone number left on the cloth.

Erie was in a very bad mood now, and he commanded the Mossad to search with the Israeli army for nearly two hours, and Ashkelon had searched all the southwest and found no trace of the bayonets.

"These cunning Huaxia people!"

Yili slammed the table, he knew that he had been tricked by the Huaxia people again, and they were not ready to cross the sea to escape.

"Since it is not crossing the sea, the only direction that the Chinese can go is the West Bank." He quickly made his judgment.

The West Bank, although also under Israeli control, is still under Palestinian autonomy, and the Chinese can cross the Jordan River from there to Jordan on the other side with the help of Fatah, thus breaking away from Israel's control.

Thinking of this, Yili quickly picked up the phone and was about to mobilize manpower to block the road to the West Bank, but the phone rang first.

He glanced at the screen, it was an unfamiliar number, and picked it up.

"Hey, who are you looking for?"

"Is that Mr. Erie of the Mossad?"

"Who are you?"

"My name is Assyria, I'm a truck driver, and just now I came across a military vehicle, and a lieutenant named Amos gave me a strip of cloth......"

Before the driver could finish speaking, Yili hurriedly interrupted him and asked, "What?" Are you sure his name is Amos? ”

"That's what he wrote on the strip of cloth, I'll read it to you......"

The truck driver read Amos's message to Erie, who asked urgently, "Where are you now?" Where did they go? ”

"I was on Highway 35, about 20 kilometers from Highway 4, and they were driving along Highway 35 towards the West Bank." Said the truck driver.

"Okay, please wait there, we'll be right over!"

Erie hung up the phone and immediately ordered, "Everyone assemble at once and rush to Route 35 as fast as possible." ”

The assistant was about to convey the order when Erie suddenly stopped him.

"Wait!"

He pinched his chin and fell into deep thought, are the Chinese really going to flee from the West Bank?

Wrong!

If they really want to flee from the West Bank, why go to all the trouble of coercing Amos?

A good agent, like a good chess player, not only thinks about the situation in front of you, but also thinks about four or five more moves, or even more, and at the same time ponders the psychology of the enemy.

Breaking out of the West Bank is undoubtedly more risky.

The longer the journey, and too many unpredictable things on the road, it means that the risks are also greater.

Second, Fatah can only maintain limited power in the West Bank, and it is Israel that really controls it, and choosing to break out from there is tantamount to jumping from one fire pit to another.

The most important thing is that if Qianlong chooses to break through from the West Bank, there is no need to coerce the Amos Ministry anymore, and whether the Mossad will see through their plan or not, they will send troops to the rescue, which is tantamount to putting obstacles on their own.

It was for the above reasons that Yili made a judgment that the bayonets were not trying to break through from the West Bank, but to divert the tiger from the mountain!

The Chinese fled by sea, but they knew that the sea route was blocked, so they coerced Amos's troops in the hope of drawing our attention to the West Bank.

Only then will they be able to break through the blockade we have laid and escape by sea.

Yili only felt that his eyes suddenly opened up, as if all the fog had been blown away, and after nearly half a day of fighting with the Huaxia agents, he finally captured the intentions of the Huaxia people.

"No fox can fight a good hunter, I know where you're going! Since you want to turn the tiger away from the mountain, then I will give you a plan! ”

Erie sneered and said, "Order the A5 Action Team, along with the army, to rush to Route 35 at once, get all the vehicles on board, and make the noise as loud as possible." Others stayed with me to continue the blockade of the waterfront. In addition, inform the A5 team that the Amos Department was coerced by the Chinese and that it was very likely to carry a bomb on it, although it was likely to be fake, but it was still necessary to bring enough bomb disposal experts. ”

The order was quickly conveyed, and the A5 team and the Israeli troops who had come to assist galloped towards Route 35 with all their vehicles.

At the same time, Dewey rendezvoused with the bayonet trio.

When the bayonet met, he asked with concern: "Xian'er, how is it now, can't you hear the sound yet?" ”

"I can't hear anything, but it's okay, I can still see your mouths."

Lip language is a compulsory subject for scouts, and although Dewey can't read a foreign language like an old cat, at least Mandarin is still not a problem, and he can basically understand their meaning.

Because he couldn't hear his own voice, even if he tried to control it, he spoke a little loudly, so although he had an indifferent smile on his face, he still made the three bayonets sigh in unison.

They knew that if Dewey continued like this, he would probably retire due to illness and say goodbye to the hidden dragon forever.

"Lao Shi, you come and drive, I'll check Xian'er." The mule said.

"I'll do it anyway, you're in charge of navigation and monitoring." said the bayonet.

Wei Laoshi nodded in agreement, patted Dewey's shoulder, and comforted: "Xian'er, don't worry, even if you don't believe in the medical skills of mules, you must also believe in modern medicine, your little injury is not a problem, and it will definitely be cured." ”

The mule surprisingly didn't scold Wei Laoshi, and pulled Dewey into the car.

The car they had previously stolen had already been in the hands of the Mossad, so everyone got into the car that Dewey had stolen.

The mule and Dewey sat in the back, and he carefully examined Dewey's ear canal with a flashlight, only to see that the eardrum had been completely ruptured, and he couldn't help but shake his head secretly.

A minor ruptured eardrum can repair itself, but as severe as Dewey's, surgery is the only way to do it.

The real reason for Dewey's hearing loss is not as simple as a ruptured eardrum, because human hearing does not only rely on the vibration of the eardrum, but also the skull can also conduct sound waves.

The real cause of Dewey's deafness should be the serious damage to the ossicles and even the auditory nerve, which is beyond the scope of the mule's expertise, and he cannot judge whether Dewey can still hear or not.

"How? Is there any salvation? Dewey asked with a smile.

The mule pressed his hand down, motioned for him to speak in a lower voice, and said, "It should be cured, you don't have to worry too much." ”

"Okay, I'll trust you, if I really can't be cured, see how I settle accounts with you!" Dewey laughed, his voice lowered a lot.

"Xian'er, if there is another battle, don't rush forward and follow us." The mule admonished.

"I don't need you to say that I won't rush, now that I'm disabled, my life will be handed over to you. By the way, where are we going now, and what are you going to do? Dewey asked with a smile.

"We have been ...... since the bayonet opened its mouth, remembering that Dewey could not hear, and then scolded the mule: "You dead mule, but you talk back!" ”

The mule, still thinking about Dewey's wounds, reacted when he heard the bayonet's words and said, "Oh, oh, let's go from the West Bank." ”

Dewey understood their plan after a little thought, and couldn't help but clap his hands and praise: "This trick is beautiful!" ”

"Whether the drift is beautiful or not depends on whether the Mossad is worthy of cooperation. Old wet, is there any movement on the Mossad's side? The mule asked, patting the seat in front of him.

"As soon as I moved, almost all the cars rushed towards me. However, not so many people came. Wei Lao said with a smile, in order to take care of Dewey, he deliberately turned his head.

"So, they're really fooled, it's such a waste, they can't even see this little bit of scheme." The mule said disdainfully.

Wei Laoshi knocked his head back and said, "Which side of the hell are you kid?" ”

"Do you care which side I am from, and get in the way of my feelings? Also, if you knock me, I'll have to write it down for you! ”

As he spoke, the mule took out a small notebook and earnestly remembered his revenge on it.

Everyone was already surprised, no one paid any attention to him, and the bayonet drove the car as fast as it could, and it did not take long to catch up with Amos's car.

The military vehicle was accompanied by a truck, and the driver was passing something from the window to Amos, which looked like a cell phone.

Obviously, Amos passed the message to the Mossad through the truck driver, and the driver gave him a mobile phone, which should have made it easier for him to contact the Mossad directly.

Looking behind them through the headlights, they saw that the Israeli soldier's face was no longer depressed, but joyful, and needless to say, he knew that Amos had told them that he would be saved soon.

The bayonet gently spun the steering wheel, passed over the left side of the military vehicle, and quickly left them behind.

Neither Amos nor the Israeli army knew that the Chinese who had been worrying them for most of the day were sitting in the car that had just overtaken them.

The mule turned around in amusement, waved his hand at the military vehicle behind him, and said, "Goodbye to you!" ”