"So," Song Heping said in a deep voice, "I need you to precisely grasp the departure ti of the 'Marlin Fish.' Once it sets sail and enters international waters, the bounty announcent must spread like a virus, through all the most secret and effective Dark Web channels, underground brokers, regional ard groups' secret contact points... covering the entire Middle East! Make this news the hottest mobile treasure ship in the underground world within twenty-four hours!"
"Don't worry, Song."
Avanti's voice was filled with great confidence, "Our networks and channels in the Middle East have more influence than you imagine. Making a piece of news sweep across this land like a desert storm is our specialty. Ten billion US Dollars to sink a US Army ship? This bait is too enticing. I guarantee it will spread like wildfire through every dark crevice in less than half a day."
"Very good." Song Heping was very satisfied with this response. He knew the power of the vast intelligence network behind Avanti.
"Also," he changed the subject, his tone becoming lower and more solemn, "old friend, while releasing the bounty announcent, do one thing for ."
On the other end of the screen, Avanti's blurred silhouette seed to lean slightly forward, showing intense focus: "Speak."
Song Heping lowered his voice, his lips slightly moving, and spoke quickly and clearly into the encrypted microphone.
In the communications room, only the low sound of his voice and the hum of the fan could be heard.
Avanti on the screen listened quietly without any interruption.
The instructions given by Song Heping were completely sealed by perfect encryption signals and the soundproofing of the communications room, without a trace leaking out.
Two minutes later, Song Heping finished speaking and leaned back against his chair.
The communications channel fell silent for a few seconds.
Avanti seed to be digesting the last thing Song Heping instructed him to do.
Afterward, his low chuckle with a hint of playfulness and deeper aning resounded again, but this ti, there seed to be sothing more in his laughter.
"Heh heh... I see. One thing leads to another... Song, you always manage to surprise ."
Avanti's voice carried a knowing admiration, "This matter... while a bit troubleso, it's not impossible. Especially at this critical juncture, it might have unexpected results. Rest assured, I will personally arrange the most reliable personnel to carry it out in sync with the bounty announcent."
He did not ask Song Heping the specific purpose of doing this; years of understanding and shared interests ant they didn't need excessive explanations.
He only needed to know that this matter was beneficial for striking their common enemy and was an indispensable part of Song Heping's entire crazy plan.
"Then I leave it to you, old friend," Song Heping said solemnly, "'Marlin Fish's departure signal is the order to comnce the operation."
"Awaiting good news."
Avanti's voice was filled with imnse confidence and a hint of excitent for the impending storm, "Look forward to the fireworks over the diterranean. Allah willing... may the fireworks be splendid enough."
He added with deep aning, then the image on the screen flickered, the communication was cut off, and it returned to a deep, dark blue.
In the communications room, only the hum of the fan remained.
Song Heping sat quietly in the dark, with only the faint glow of the screen illuminating half of his cold, hard face.
The last thing he instructed Avanti, like an anchor sunk into the deep sea, remained temporarily hidden in the darkness, waiting to stir up new waves when the ti was right.
He slowly exhaled, closing his eyes.
The ga board was set, a storm was brewing.
Now, he needed to wait, wait for news from the Kuwait Port, wait for that ship nad "Marlin Fish," the ship of death, to sail into the storm's eye destined for it.
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