Shire's heart was also suspended.
If Haftar couldn't withstand the pressure and cut ties or showed a flaw on the spot, then Song Heping would truly be finished, and the French's plans would fall through as well.
Just as the suffocating silence was about to crush everyone—
"Madam Chair!"
A loud voice broke the dead silence.
Everyone's eyes instantly turned to the owner of the voice.
It was Haftar!
He stood up, but his face was oddly calm, even with a trace of...
Indescribable ease?
Zuma, like soone grabbing onto a lifeline, hurriedly said, "General Haftar, please speak."
Haftar cleared his throat, his gaze openly sweeping across the room, finally landing on Clark's unpleasant face.
"Mr. Clark, esteed."
Haftar spoke, his tone unexpectedly calm, even with a hint of sarcasm: "Thank you very much, and the United States Governnt, for your heartfelt 'concern' about our African security affairs and our Libyan interim governnt. Mr. Song Heping you just ntioned, and his 'Musician Defense' company..."
At this point, he deliberately paused.
The room was so silent that you could hear a pin drop, everyone perked their ears, including Clark, who was staring at him.
"... I regret to inform everyone."
Haftar spread his hands, and a perfectly tid smile appeared on his face, "Mr. Song Heping is no longer in Libya. Moreover, as far as I know, his 'Musician Defense' company has completely ceased operations and presence in Libya, and as far as I understand, in Sudan, Sen Republic, and other places."
"What?!"
"Impossible!"
The room exploded instantly!
The astonished whispers rose like a tide.
The composure and authority on Clark's face froze instantly, replaced by unbelievable shock!
He abruptly opened his eyes wide, staring at Haftar, as if trying to find a trace of deceit in his expression.
"General! Please watch your words!"
Clark interrupted almost in a loss of composure, shouting: "Such a clumsy lie is aningless! We have definite intelligence showing..."
"Mr. Clark!"
Host Zuma suddenly interrupted, with a hint of displeasure in his tone.
"Please let General Haftar finish his words!"
Haftar slightly bowed to Zuma to express his gratitude, the helpless smile on his face widened, as if mocking Clark's loss of composure.
Unhurried, he raised his hand, and the subordinate official behind him imdiately handed over a docunt with a prominent emblem printed on it.
"Words alone cannot be trusted."
Haftar opened the folder calmly, extracted several docunts, and raised them high, ensuring everyone in the room could see the clear titles and signing stamps above.
"This is a comprehensive military security and training service contract, officially signed five days ago between the Libyan National Unity Temporary Governnt Ministry of Defense and the 'X rcenary Group'! The contract amount is huge, the terms are complete, entirely legal and compliant!"
He paused, his gaze sharply sweeping over the stunned crowd: "In this contract, which has full legal effect, it is explicitly stated that the 'Musician Defense' company has transferred all its unfinished security contracts, personnel equipnt, and related rights and obligations within Libya completely, wholly, legally to the 'X rcenary Group'! From the mont the contract ca into effect, 'Musician Defense' has no legal basis for existence or activity in Libya! Our cooperation with Mr. Song Heping and his forr company has been completely and legally severed!"
"Wow!"
"What's going on?"
"Is it true?"
"Hadn't this 'Musician Defense' just assisted Haftar in stabilizing Libya's situation? How did they withdraw so quickly?"
"Could the contract be fake?"
The room could no longer maintain the previous silence.
It was as if a thousand frogs fell into the room, with noisy discussions everywhere.
Song Heping was considered a celebrity in Africa, especially in North Africa and the Sahel region.
Heads of state and ard organization leaders all had heard of this legendary na.
And now it's said he actually left Libya?
Where did he go?
Everyone's necks extended two inches, their eyes glued to Haftar, hoping to get answers from him.
"I can vouch for General Haftar's words."
"So can I."
Suddenly, the Sudanese representative and the Sen Republic representative stood up almost simultaneously!
"Madam Chair!"
The Sudanese representative raised a similarly formatted docunt, "The Sudan Governnt confirms! We have also reached an agreent with the 'X rcenary Group', taking over all the forr 'Musician Defense' mineral security and consultant business in Sudan! The relevant legal docunts are here!"
"Sen Republic also confirms!"
The voice of the Sen Republic's foreign minister carried a thrill of surviving a disaster, "The security contract for our country's largest uranium mine has been successfully taken over by the 'X rcenary Group'! 'Musician Defense' operations in Sena have completely terminated!"
Three docunts, like three resounding slaps, were fiercely smacked on the faces of Clark and the U.S. delegation!
The entire room was thrown into a frenzy!
"Seems like it's true!"
"My God! It's actually true!"
"Is the rcenary leader willing to give up so much interest? Those are all minerals and resources!"
"If it's true, then it's interesting."
Delegates whispered to each other, their faces filled with astonishnt, confusion, and even a hint of amusent at the Aricans' embarrassnt.
Monts ago, the aggressive Clark now had a face that turned from red to white, then from white to green, colorful as if he had overturned a paint palette.
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