"We're swapping."
Song Heping still held back.
They had come this far; it wasn't possible to give up.
What's more, giving up would more easily raise the other side's suspicions.
As for what to do once they got there, that was something to figure out later.
Adapting to circumstances would never go out of date.
Even if there were no signals left, in the worst case, they could just start a fight at the processing factory to see who had a mobile phone and snatch one.
Perhaps Adrian had one on him.
"Why do we have to swap?!"
Yet, Mist seemed very pissed off.
"You want to pat us down, fine, I'll let you, but why do we have to change clothes?!"
He yelled fiercely at Rabbani, expressing his discontent.
Rabbani said, "They said they're afraid you're hiding signal transmitters that they can't find. After all, this is your first time here for business, and they're not familiar with you."
"FUCK!"
Mist tore open his shirt, wearing a utility vest with many pockets.
Cursing his mother, he started pulling things out of the pockets and throwing them on the ground.
There were lighters, cigarettes, and even a few packs of candy, as well as a wallet and some cash.
"Let them take a look for themselves; where is there any transmitter?!"
Having said that, he picked up the lighter and clicked it on.
Actually, while he was doing all this, Song Heping broke out in a cold sweat.
Seal was indeed Seal, quite gutsy indeed.
Actually, Mist's lighter was a micro signal transmitter.
His own was on his belt, and Mist's was inside the lighter.
The guy really had the guts to make it so conspicuous.
Can't help but admire him...
As Mist spoke, he also tore open the cigarette box, lit one up, and took a deep drag, blowing out a cloud of smoke.
"Look, look, look, is there anything wrong with this smoke?! Want one? Want one?!"
Song Heping quietly watched the guy's performance but was very clear that doing so was entirely useless.
The militants here were all too shrewd.
It wasn't a matter of just saying there's no problem and all problems would disappear.
They had been on the losing end of too many high-tech gadgets from Americans; if it wasn't their own stuff, they wouldn't trust it.
Sure enough, Hula spoke up.
"Boss Han, it's not that I don't respect you. We're doing this for the safety of everyone. American reconnaissance planes are often flying overhead. They can do many unimaginable things, we have to be careful. If you are sincere, what's the harm in changing into a set of clothes? It's just a set of clothes after all."
"Lao Mi, let's just change," he said, turning to Mist and giving him a look.
Mist was still furious, his face puffed up angrily.
But he had already reached out to take the clothes handed to him by the guards of the Revolutionary Brigade.
Song Heping also picked up a set, and as they turned to get into the car, they heard Hula say, "Gentlemen, please don't move too far out of our sight."
Hearing Rabbani's translation, Mist almost exploded with anger.
Song Heping pulled him over to the side of their Lexus SUV and said, "Let's change here; we're just showing our upper bodies, we're all men, no worries."
"These freaks!"
Cursing, Mist started to change his clothes.
They both moved quickly, stripping down in no time.
A guard from the Revolutionary Brigade sneaked a peek from the side.
Mist glared at him viciously, making an incredibly bizarre gesture. He stood bare-assed facing the guard, shaking his "tool" at him and shouting, "Look at it! Don't you have one of these?! Are you embarrassed?! Are you a eunuch?!"
The guard clearly hadn't expected Mist to be so shameless. He intended to watch them change, but instead, he became the embarrassed one. His face reddened and he turned to leave.
After the guard walked away, Mist came back to the side of the car and whispered, "That belt of yours is useless now, and this lighter..."
"What are you planning?" Song Heping guessed that Mist definitely wanted to sneakily leave the lighter transmitter behind, which could maintain a signal for three hours.
"They're sure to pat us down again later. If that's found, we're all screwed."
As Song Heping changed clothes, he murmured quietly, reminding Mist not to be rash.
"Don't worry, they won't find it."