The Supreme Beauty Fell in Love with Me

The vehicle swiftly headed to the palace, where Ghost was the only one who could enter without being searched. He went straight into the main hall of the palace, which seemed to be built of solid gold bricks.

From a distance, Hamad saw Ghost coming and hurried over to him, laughing: "You've finally arrived; had you not come, I might have had to go looking for you."

"Your Highness, do you need me for something?" Ghost quickly asked.

"Of course, there is a matter." Hamad hurriedly said, "Recently, a lot of forces have surged into the peninsula. Does this have anything to do with you?"

"Yes!" Ghost's face darkened, "It does have something to do with me."

"Why?" Hamad quickly asked, "Surely you have not done something that would provoke the wrath of heaven and the resentment of men again?"

"No!" Ghost shook his head, "Nothing that severe, I've only done what needed to be done. This matter is related to a Dark Soldier."

Hiss...

Hamad took a sharp intake of breath and said, "What? You've provoked a Dark Soldier?"

"Yes, Lin Chuan." Ghost said through clenched teeth, "Lin Chuan and I have long been mortal enemies; this time, I will seize the opportunity to get rid of him."

"May Allah bless you." Hamad said hastily.

Ghost crossed his arms and placed them against his shoulders, saying: "May Allah bless."

"Ghost, you must be very careful." Hamad urged, "This time, I cannot help you openly. Special forces from multiple countries have arrived, and I cannot afford to give them too much of a handle."

"Rest assured, Your Highness, this is a personal vendetta between me and Lin Chuan." Ghost said earnestly.

"That's good." Hamad nodded his head.

After a brief stay in the palace, it seemed that Hamad was reluctant to let Ghost stay long in the palace, fearing suspicion or that spies from other countries' intelligence agencies might get wind of their meeting, which would be troublesome for him.

Ghost left the palace and returned to his vehicle where his subordinate asked, "Leader, Lin Chuan has already arrived in Doha, why don't we take action?"

"Now is not the right time to act," sighed Ghost.

"Why?" the subordinate quickly asked.

"The surface of Doha is calm, but underneath, it's tumultuous," Ghost said through clenched teeth, "The United States' Delta Force, the United Kingdom's Special Air Service, France, Japan... various countries have sent special forces. I did not expect Lin Chuan to be so capable. It seems I underestimated him."

"Leader, Allah will surely bless us," the subordinate said, crossing his hands over his shoulders and assuming a devout Muslim's posture.

Ghost closed his eyes, leaning quietly against the seat, and said, "My plan to capture Lin Chuan alive might fail. If so, I'll have to show no mercy. If I can't capture him alive, then I don't need him alive. Desecrating his corpse could also be a pleasure."

Ghost took a deep breath.

Shortly after, the car swiftly departed from the palace, heading straight for the villa.

The United States' Delta Force was already on standby in the Persian Gulf, and the United Kingdom's Special Air Service was also ready to act immediately upon receiving a classified order from their superiors.

At that moment, on an unfinished building on the outskirts of Doha, a black silhouette stood proudly.

It was a graceful figure, with long hair cascading over her shoulders. She had a pair of captivating eyes that gazed into the distance, her proud chest accentuated by a black camouflage suit, and a pair of long leather boots with a sharp dagger hanging from them. A silver handgun was strapped to her calf, and on her back was a black canvas bag that seemed to contain a long wooden box from its shape.

Walking in such a desert hill, and being such a stunningly seductive woman, the box undoubtedly contained a long rifle.

The woman was tall, over 1.7 meters. Her long legs probably measured over a meter on their own, snugly wrapped in black leather pants that accentuated her round and firm buttocks. Looking up at the endless sky, amidst the darkness, Doha was brightly lit — a city that never sleeps.

"Lin Chuan, I have arrived." A look of anticipation appeared on the woman's face.

With a flick of her wrist, a steel rope with a hook at the end shot to the building opposite.

Whoosh...

The black figure whooshed across the air agilely. As she landed, with a flick of her hand, the hook swiftly retracted into her bag. She quickly disappeared into the dilapidated building.

The Doha night was extraordinarily lively, with people bustling on the streets. In this most prosperous city of the Persian Gulf, it shone like a pearl on the ocean surface. Tourists flocked here every year in uncountable numbers, whether on group tours or solo travel, predominantly those with Eastern faces, among whom the Chinese were the majority.

In the midnight of Doha, many gathered in the shopping malls, shopping with gusto.

Because there are no bars or places of entertainment in this place. In this ****** country, alcohol is absolutely prohibited. Except for some private estates or some luxurious hotels where you can find alcohol, it is basically impossible to find any alcohol on the streets throughout the country.

Located above the most bustling streets of Doha, within Hainshtein's estate.

"Master." The servant rushed in hurriedly.

"Is there a situation?" Hainshtein asked anxiously.

The servant quickly whispered a few words to Hainshtein's ear, and upon hearing them, Hainshtein immediately turned and walked into the house. He quickly made his way upstairs and knocked on the guest room door. The one who answered was Silver Fox.

"Leader, there's a situation," Hainshtein hurriedly said.

"What's the situation?" Silver Fox frowned.

"Ghost has already taken people towards the Persian Gulf Wharf," Hainshtein hurriedly said.

"Heading to the wharf?" Silver Fox was startled, and said, "Is he planning to escape?"

"Yes." Hainshtein nodded rapidly, saying, "Judging by their tracks, it is very likely so. They plan to head to the wharf first and then attempt to cross the Persian Gulf to Iran, and from there, flee eastward."

"Strange," Silver Fox said with a puzzled look.

"What's wrong?" Hainshtein quickly asked, "Is there a problem with that?"

"As far as I know, Fire Fox has divisions in Iraq and the United Arab Emirates, and even in Afghanistan. But curiously, not in Iran." Silver Fox shook her head and said, "It shouldn't be Iran they are escaping to. But then, why is he running in that direction?"

"Don't know!" Hainshtein shook his head swiftly.

"Never mind that for now, we can't let him get away," Silver Fox said urgently. "Hainshtein, immediately notify White Fox and have her lead a team to quickly surround and intercept them. We absolutely cannot let them escape."

"Yes!" Hainshtein nodded at once.

Then, Hainshtein ran down the stairs in a hurry.

Silver Fox turned back into her room, as Lin Chuan had already come down from upstairs.

"Is there news on Ghost?" Lin Chuan asked.

"Correct," Silver Fox nodded, and said, "It looks like he plans to escape via the Persian Gulf. I've dispatched people to intercept."

"That's good," Lin Chuan nodded, and said, "Then let's also take action immediately."

"Okay." Silver Fox also moved quickly into action.

Hainshtein had arranged a large Mercedes-Benz G-Class vehicle for Silver Fox. Silver Fox jumped into the driver's seat first. Silver Fox knew the terrain here much better than Lin Chuan did. Lin Chuan jumped into the passenger seat. The vehicle swiftly charged out.

The Mercedes-Benz G-Class is one of the world's most capable all-terrain off-road vehicles, with its simple and clear lines outlining the robustness expected of an off-roader, while still exuding the luxury and classic temperament specific to the Mercedes family. The G-CLASS combines "comfort on the road" with "off-road functionality," offering those who love outdoor off-roading and travel adventures the highest quality of travel comfort and off-road performance. It also attracts the keen interest of off-road enthusiasts and car lovers. The standard G-Class model will use the V8 engine found in S-Class models, representing the latest technology development level, which achieves a peak power output of 184 kW/250 hp and a torque of 560 Nm at speeds over 1700 rpm, making it one of the world's most powerful passenger car diesel engines.

Such a formidable off-roader is almost capable of reaching any imaginable spot in the desert. It is no wonder Hainshtein arranged such a vehicle for Silver Fox.

The Mercedes-Benz G-Class is arguably the most hardcore off-road vehicle. Its level of hardcore is such that merely a few people would like it. Generally, only men would appreciate such a square-shaped vehicle that lacks almost any sense of beauty in its appearance; however, Silver Fox was different. She was extremely fond of the Mercedes-Benz G-Class off-roader, and her control over the vehicle had reached an expert level akin to fire.

Rumbling...

The vehicle, having left the suburbs, sped along the desert road. According to the positioning reports sent from ahead, Silver Fox drove off the road and into the desert. Dust was raised, and the vehicle quickly entered the golden sand dunes.

After chasing along the way, finally, two hours later, White Fox and her team met up with Silver Fox.

"Leader," White Fox shouted urgently.

"How is it?" Silver Fox's vehicle quickly came to a halt.

"Twenty kilometers away," White Fox shouted urgently.

White Fox had over twenty people, all fully armed, equipped from teeth to fingertips. Uniformly dressed in black camouflage gear, they had their faces wrapped in headscarves, almost completely concealed in the scorching summer day.

"Pursue!" Silver Fox gestured.

According to intelligence, the opposing party only had one vehicle with about three people on it: two protectors plus Ghost himself. Thus, bringing more than twenty people along this time, she had no need to fear the opposition. Capturing Ghost alive would be ideal, not only to rescue Fang Yuan but also to gain a benefit for Fire Fox.