Right in this sealed hospital room, while three people were finalizing a plan that would influence the Middle East landscape, the storm outside had already surged suddenly.
Africa, Sen Republic, headquarters of the "Musician" Defense Company.
Vice President Ferrari, core mber and top sniper "Hunter," intelligence chief Henry, and others gathered in the ergency operations room, the atmosphere so tense it felt palpable.
Ferrari repeatedly dialed Song Heping's satellite phone and encrypted mobile, with only the cold shutdown tone responding to him.
He anxiously tugged at his tie, veins bulging on his forehead.
"Still no contact! All numbers have failed!"
Ferrari's voice carried a trace of subtle panic.
Song Heping was the soul and pillar of the company; if anything happened to him, the newly stabilized "Musician" Defense Company would face disastrous doom.
Intelligence chief Henry spoke with a somber face: "I've just received urgent information from the Damascus informant, unverified, but the source seems quite reliable. Apparently... the Boss and President Hafez had an accident during the dinner at the safe house, suspected poisoning, and have been rushed to the Army Hospital for ergency treatnt, specifics unknown."
"Poisoning?!"
Ferrari stood up sharply, "What's going on? The safe house's security is the tightest in Siria! How could there be poisoning?"
Henry hesitated for a mont and said, "Ferrari, yesterday the Boss urgently instructed to gather detailed background information on the newly appointed acting director of CIA operations, Jackson. I suspect... this incident is likely related to the CIA's operations section. They've always regarded Mr. Song as a thorn in their side."
The long-silent "Hunter" suddenly spoke, his voice as cold as ice: "If it's the CIA behind it, then it's no surprise. They definitely have their own team of agents in Damascus, who knows what dirty thods they could use to sway people inside the safe house..."
Ferrari took a deep breath, forcing himself to stay calm: "No, I must go to Damascus imdiately!"
"Hunter" imdiately stopped him: "You can't go. If this really is a CIA trap, or Damascus has beco extrely dangerous, going would be walking right into it. The company needs soone to stay put. I'll go."
He stood up, his tone indisputable, "Henry, prepare the fastest route for to Lebanon, I'll enter Siria from there."
Ferrari looked into "Hunter's" determined eyes, knowing in his heart this was the most reasonable choice.
Reason forced him not to persist with his own opinion; he nodded heavily and said, "Alright! Maintain contact! Make sure to find Song and ensure his safety!"
On the other side of the world, Moscow.
Late night, the Kremlin.
President Vladimir was startled from sleep by the urgent ringing of the phone.
"Who?"
He rubbed his drowsy eyes, sowhat helplessly inquiring about the caller's identity.
After all, that's the nature of this job.
No personal ti.
"President, it's ..."
On the other end was the voice of Timov, Director of the Foreign Intelligence Agency.
"Sothing's happened in Damascus..."
"What?"
Vladimir was instantly wide awake.
When he finished listening to the urgent report on the other end, his face turned extrely serious.
After hanging up the phone, he quickly dressed and drove to the office at the Kremlin.
Upon entering the office, the Defense Minister Zhaoyi Valley, Chief of Staff Rashimu, and Director of the Foreign Intelligence Agency (SVR) Timov were already waiting there, each face shrouded in gloom.
SVR Director imdiately reported the top-priority intelligence just received: "Mr. President, a few hours ago, we received reliable information; Siria President Hafez, Song Heping of the 'Musician' Defense Company, and Yevgeny (Chef) of the Wagner Group, encountered an unknown poisoning incident during dinner at the Damascus safe house! Currently, all three have been rushed to Damascus Army Hospital for ergency resuscitation, situation unknown! Our preliminary judgnt is that this matter is likely the doing of the United States Central Intelligence Agency (CIA)."
He paused, emphasized the evaluation conclusion: "Mr. President, we believe that if Hafez, Song Heping, and Yevgeny simultaneously face mishaps, the command system of the Siria governnt army and pro-governnt forces will collapse, with the northern frontline possibly falling apart completely in a very short period—potentially less than a week. The entire Siria may rapidly fall under the control of extremist and pro-Western forces, severely threatening our strategic investnt in Siria, including the Tartus Naval Base."
The office was silent, the air seemingly frozen.
President Vladimir walked to the large map, gazing deeply at Siria's location.
He knew very well that the SVR Director's assessnt was not alarmist.
Song Heping and "Chef" lead Wagner as a key pillar supporting Siria governnt's ground combat power, while Hafez is a symbol of national unity.
If these three pillars simultaneously crumble, the consequences are unimaginable.
Should we continue maintaining the current limited yet ineffectual support mode, or risk direct confrontation with the West by undertaking larger-scale military actions to completely reverse the Siria battlefield?
This difficult choice could perhaps be delayed before.
But now, with this sudden "poisoning" incident in Damascus, it ruthlessly confronted him.
The clock is ticking toward the critical point.
And at the center of this storm, inside that sealed hospital room at Damascus Army Hospital, Song Heping calmly drank water as though the upheaval outside was unrelated to him.
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