After a while, the satellite phone was moved again. After Donovan answered again, a person with a strong Arabic accent came from the opposite side: "Mr. Donovan, I am Al Osavi, who is here to pick you up and your companions. Now we have seen you. It is about two kilometers away. Please slow down and be prepared."

"I understand." Donovan responded and said, "Is it safe on the road? Am I referring to any obstacles you encountered when you came here?"

"No, Mr. Donovan. Our information shows that the surrounding armed personnel had been transferred to the south before and should be still fighting the Yemeni government forces at this moment." The man who claimed to be Al Osavi replied.

"Are you saying they're still fighting fire?" Donovan asked.

"Yes. It's not over yet. At least the news I got is like this." The man said, silent for a moment and then said: "In fact, if it weren't for their transfer, we wouldn't have come in so easily. At least it would have taken some time."

Donovan looked at the road ahead while listening to them. When he saw that it was an armored vehicle and a Hummer Jeep, he was really relieved. The reason was very simple, because the Yemeni anti-government forces did not have these things at all, let alone the American goods coming in front of him.

"Let's stop, Mr. Donovan. Your car is full of holes, and it looks like a cheese driving in the desert from a distance." Al Osavi said.

"Pull over." Donovan said to Morris and turned his head, "Take the wounded and they, and we'll get out."

Morris then pulled the car aside and immediately opened the car door and jumped out of the car after stopping. The armored car that was driving over also stopped immediately. The third Hummer opened the door and walked down from above a soldier wearing desert camouflage. The man looked at the person in the 009 team and said, "Who is Mr. Donovan?"

"It's me. Are you Al Osavi?" Donovan asked.

"Yes. It's me." After walking over, the man took off his glasses and immediately headed to a lane behind the Hummer Jeep beside him: "You get on this armored personnel carrier." As he said that, he looked at the wounded who was carrying it and said: "The wounded handed over to our people." After that, he turned around and shouted at the Hummer. After a while, four people got out of a car behind and carried the two wounded away with a stretcher.

"Look. Let's leave here. Ms. Megan is still waiting for you on the other side of the border." After saying that, the man quickly turned around and ran towards his Hummer Jeep.

The Saudi convoy turned north and drove very quickly, and there was no resistance on the way. After almost half an hour, he arrived at the originally planned assembly site. After about half an hour, he left Yemen and passed the border and came to the Saudi Arabian side. He stopped in a small town called Kabash not far from the border.

Here, the 009 team met Megan who had been waiting here. After the meeting, Megan didn't say anything, she was obviously more interested in the target of the arrest, so she just took the four people who were leading the arrest after a few simple conversations with Donovan.

"I heard that those people from the Yemeni government forces are still fighting fiercely with those militants?" Peter asked anxiously as he looked at Megan who was about to leave.

"It seems to be over." Megan said something without caring and then asked strangely: "What do you want to know?"

"What I want to know is the people who are acting with us, like Seymourer," Pete asked.

"Saimull..." Megan seemed to have not been deeply impressed by the man, but just thought for a moment and said, "I don't know the specific situation. They are not under our jurisdiction, and the Yemeni government forces will take them." After saying that, he looked at a person beside him and thought to Donovan, and said, "He will take you to rest. The wounded will have arrangements. We will not leave here soon, at least not today." After that, he turned around and left.

Just as Pitt and his team were staying in Kalash and resting, in the northeast, somewhere in Iraq, Marl Potuk, who was also missing from Romania's secret black prison, was chatting with several people in a house.

At this moment, this guy was not wearing a suit and tie like that in Turkey, but dressed in a genuine Arab dress, sitting on the carpet drinking tea. Judging from the appearance of these people, they were not chatting, but discussing very serious matters. There were even two people still arguing, and they were already red in their faces.

However, Marl Potuk seemed extremely calm. While listening to the argument between the two, he poured himself a cup of tea and took a sip. It seemed that he was a little absent-minded.

Just as he put down the cup in his hand, a man came in from outside the door of the room. After entering, the man quickly walked to Marl Potuk, and after whispering in his ear, Marl Potuk suddenly became energetic. He quickly put down the cup, waved his hands at the two people who were still arguing, and then stood up and followed the man who had just entered to the outside of the room. Outside the room, there were many other people. Most of these people were carrying guns on their backs, and after seeing Marl Potuk come out, they all greeted each other.

Marl Potuk had no airs either. After responding one by one, he arrived at a table with various telephones and picked up one of the satellite phones.

After connecting, I heard someone on the opposite side say, "The man was captured. The whole family was captured."

"Mumud Saleh?" Although Marl Potuk knew that the other party was talking about Mohamud Saleh who escaped with him and hid in Yemen, he still asked.

"Yes." The person on the other side of the phone said: "The Yemeni government forces launched an operation today. Now the fire exchange is basically over. We have also captured a lot of prisoners."

Hearing this sentence, Marl Potuk suddenly laughed and said, "Among these people I'm interested in?"

"I don't know." The other party also smiled, "I only know that this person should have participated in the arrest of Mohamed Saleh. He is a Yemeni government army, but the news we have now is that the real attack on Mohamed Saleh is not the government army."

"It's American." Marles Potuk said a word and smiled, "Where is this man now? What I'm talking about is the person involved in the arrest of that guy. In your hands?"
Chapter completed!