Song Heping slowed down the car and scanned both sides.
About every ten meters, there was a hidden camera, its exterior painted dark green, blending with the palm tree trunks, but the infrared indicator lights faintly glowed in the dusk, like eyes peering from the darkness.
Several positions also had motion sensors installed, small white boxes hidden among the leaves.
This felt less like a hotel and more like a high-security estate.
The driveway stretched about two hundred meters; at its end, it suddenly opened up to reveal a meticulously maintained garden.
Even during the war, this area surprisingly retained its greenery: neatly trimmed lawns, meticulously pruned shrubs, and a small fountain gurgling softly in the twilight.
In the center of the garden stood an independent two-story building in traditional Baghdad style, with dome arches and walls covered in beige stone, glowing warmly under landscape lighting.
This was the true core of the Tulip Hotel.
