Song Heping raised his hand to check the ti.
It took twenty-two minutes.
The ti seed short, but now ti was precious.
The CIA was definitely contacting this squad.
If they found out they were missing, they would realize sothing was wrong and would guess that he was not dead.
Knowing that he was not dead, they would realize they were tricked and start analyzing his intentions.
He needed to act before they figured out his intentions, extracting all valuable information from John, the team leader, and then letting Henry disseminate it.
Using 1515 to eliminate CIA personnel in the northwest region might seem dirty, but against an organization like the CIA, setting a moral bottom line was unnecessary.
In the next hour, in the alternating threats and distant hopes, John Keller intermittently confessed everything.
However, he was still a specially trained agent after all.
Extracting all the information from John's mouth was not an easy task.
But Song Heping was not to be underestimated either.
He had also received training in interrogation and counter-interrogation.
He knew how to deal with such seasoned agents.
Two hours later.
John not only revealed the task details, alternate contact thods, and ergency evacuation routes but also, under Song Heping's precise and suggestive questioning, like squeezing toothpaste, revealed bit by bit what he knew about the CIA's intelligence network in Northwest Illinois.
Na by na, code by code, address by address, disguised identity, contact frequency, codewords…
All were quickly and accurately recorded by Song Heping on his tablet.
As the cold, pale dawn finally appeared in the east, the lengthy interrogation finally ended.
The tablet of Song Heping already stored a list that, although possibly incomplete, was absolutely significant and deadly.
Finally, with one last look at the semi-conscious and exhausted John Keller, Song Heping instructed Ibrahim outside the cave, "Treat his wounds, give him so water, don't let him die. He still has use."
With that said, he took his tablet and walked out of the cave.
The cold, fresh air rushed into his lungs, dispelling the stale air inside the cave, refreshing Song Heping.
There was no expression on his face, only the exhaustion of a sleepless night and a cold determination hidden deep in his eyes.
Getting the list was just the first step.
Next, he needed to use this list to stir up an even bigger storm before the CIA could react.
Returning to his temporary residence, Song Heping quickly opened his laptop, connected to the satellite signal, and then picked up the phone to dial Henry's number.
"Boss, how are things on your end?"
Henry's voice was full of concern.
He knew Song Heping always acted daringly.
Hearing he used himself as bait again last night, Henry felt an unspeakable helplessness.
There was no stopping him.
Soone like Song Heping was extrely determined, and it was equally difficult to change what he had decided.
Everyone has their own command traits and working style.
Song Heping's style was always like a roller coaster, not many people with a weak heart could accompany his madness.
Anyone who worked with him had to adapt to his style.
"Everything went smoothly." Song Heping rubbed his temples and took a sip of the strong tea beside him.
"Did they really send soone to position you?"
"That's right."
ntioning this, Song Heping laughed.
"Vincent wants dead more than he wants to regain the sexual prowess of a twenty-year-old."
"Hahahahaha!"
Henry couldn't help but laugh crazily on the other end of the phone.
Song Heping said, "Back to the point, I've caught their people and gotten them to talk. Now I have a docunt, a list of CIA deployed agents and local informants in various places in Northwest Illinois. I'll send it to you right away. Once you receive it, leak it to the 1515 Ard as fast as possible, understand?"
"Understood!"
Henry knew that once the CIA realized their northwest intelligence network was at risk of exposure, they would undoubtedly act swiftly to redy and evacuate all undercover agents there.
1515 had to act before they did.
"Boss... are we cooperating with 1515..."
Henry voiced his concern.
"Yes and no." Song Heping said, "It's just using one knife to kill another, the question is whether you consider having any connection with this knife."
Henry was at a loss for words, "That's true…"
anwhile, inside the CIA Langley Headquarters.
Vincent hurried into the operations center, his expression dark and intimidating.
The initial report of the successful airstrike brought no joy, the sense of sothing amiss was growing stronger.
The "Shepherd" squad sent to Black Hawk Canyon for ground reconnaissance and guidance was supposed to send a brief safety communication every hour after the signal was issued, but they had already missed it twice!
"Still can't reach Keller's squad?"
Faced with the dire situation, Vincent barked at the communications officer, his tone anxious.
"Sir, there's no response to any call. We've tried all backup frequencies and ergency contact thods."
The communications officer replied helplessly, "The last ti the signal from their life sign monitors was received was a few minutes before the airstrike, then all vanished."
Life sign signal disappeared?
During the airstrike, they should have been at a safe distance observing and confirming!
Vincent's heart sank.
"Imdiately dispatch our rapid response team to check the canyon!" Vincent ordered.
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