Lei Ming.
Song Heping was the deputy commander when he served in the most elite 203 Special Forces of Dragon Country, also the chief instructor during his selection training.
He was the old superior who shaped him from a raw recruit into a true warrior, yet ultimately parted ways due to conflicting ideologies.
Even though they're on different paths now, Song Heping is deeply aware of Lei Ming's status—he's now the captain of the 203 Special Forces, representing Dragon Country's sharpest edge and insurmountable moral boundary.
The "Multi-Star Gaze Tracking" Vasily ntioned...
The 203 Special Forces is always involved with the nation's cutting-edge defense technology core, and as captain, Lei Ming is naturally aware of its existence, perhaps even holding relevant channels or information—but that belongs to the realm of absolute secrecy and cannot be used for personal purposes.
Appealing to Lei Ming is highly risky, bordering on madness.
Would Lei Ming help him?
As a high-ranking active-duty officer with a national mission, how could he risk leaking secrets, getting entangled in international disputes, or even compromising national interests to aid a forr subordinate who has strayed off course abroad?
Refusal is more likely, perhaps even...
However, without reaching out to him, the success rate might be less than thirty percent.
Song Heping cannot afford to gamble.
That glimr of hope is like a faint ray of light in the dark, and he must reach out to grab it no matter what.
Moreover, he did so work for the old force in Southeast Asia back then.
Considering this favor, this matter should be negotiable.
Only the hum of the old fan and his heavy heartbeat filled the safe house.
Ti passed by minute by minute, and the countdown to the Ibis Air Force's attack would not stop.
Finally, he dramatically grabbed the inconspicuous, heavily encrypted satellite phone on the table.
This number was given to him by Lei Ming earlier, solely for extre ergencies, representing the last thread of contact not entirely severed from the past.
His fingers hovered over the cold buttons for a few seconds, with an almost desperate resolve of gambling with fate, pressing the complex series of numbers engraved deep in his mory.
The call connected, the line was filled with encrypted rustling noise.
A few seconds later, a low, hoarse voice, tempered by years on the battlefield, filled with calm, authority, and a subtle hint of concern, sounded, instantly pulling Song Heping back to the 203 training field, making him subconsciously straighten his back:
"Heping?"
Lei Ming's voice carried a tone of confirmation, no pleasantries, directly calling out his na, sounding like a superior addressing an old subordinate, but with added weight from the years and undeniable authority.
"This ergency channel... You're in big trouble?"
There was no jest, only sharp insight into the core and implicit assessnt.
"Captain, it's ." Song Heping took a deep breath, his body instinctively straightening slightly as if briefing the captain on the training ground: "I'm in a bind now, very tricky. At sea, need high-precision 'eyes', ter-level continuous tracking. The target is hot, ti is tight."
His tone was concise and direct, with the distinctive reporting style of a soldier and absolute respect for the old superior, while also candidly acknowledging the extremity of the predicant.
Silence lingered on the other end for a few seconds, the hiss of encrypted noise was particularly clear in the stillness.
This brief silence contained imnse pressure and judgnt. Lei Ming's voice spoke again, steady and with nearly icy scrutiny: "At sea? ter-level continuous tracking? Still hot?… Clarify, what's the target? Who did you get involved with?"
The questions went straight to the core, leaving no room for evasions, which was Lei Ming's style and his inevitable process of assessing risk and weighing national positions.
Song Heping knew any concealnt before Lei Ming was futile and foolish: "I got involved with Mossad. I wonder if you dare to help?"
He was concise, pinpointing the crux and leaving the decision entirely in Lei Ming's hands.
The silence on the other end beca longer and heavier.
Song Heping could almost imagine Lei Ming frowning and pondering on the other end, a guardian of the nation weighing principles, risks, and a trace of old friendship in a complex battle.
Finally, Lei Ming's voice ca, carrying an unmistakable, iron-like seriousness and principled stance representing the national position: "Heping, you should be keenly aware of my stance and what I represent. Dragon Country must not get involved in such disputes. I cannot and absolutely will not, in any official or unofficial form, use national resources or personal job convenience to assist you."
The tone was firm, with no leeway, completely dashing Song Heping's hope for official support.
Song Heping's heart sank to the bottom, the last bit of hope completely shattered.
Just as he was about to say sothing, even prepared to be harshly reprimanded, Lei Ming's tone took an extrely subtle turn after the absolute principle line:
"However..."
Lei Ming's voice seed to lower, carrying a hint of extrely discreet guidance, sharply different from his earlier national representation.
"There is soone who might... just might solve your 'eyes' problem. A guy nad Qin Fei, who joined the selection two years after you and also got into the 203, but later left due to... so special reason. He's now in Eritrea and has ford a team of his own, the approach... is quite wild."
Song Heping was stunned, he didn't know this person.
Judging from Lei Ming's tone, this person joined the selection and made it into the team, unlike himself who eventually applied for voluntary withdrawal.
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