Song Heping just smiled without further comnt.
After a while, Oma finally lost his patience, "Mr. Song, when exactly will you take action? You have to give a ti, I need to..."
Perhaps because he was too anxious, he realized he had said sothing wrong and imdiately clamped his mouth shut.
"You want to report our movents to your superiors, right?" Song Heping chuckled, "You need to know every detail of our plan clearly."
Oma's face burned with embarrassnt, but he had no choice but to admit, "Yes, because this is of utmost importance. Intelligence indicates that CIA agents have entered the country of Tukaji, and this is information obtained by our organization. You must take it seriously. I suggest that you take action by tomorrow at the latest!"
Song Heping still ignored Oma, focusing instead on the yogurt he was eating.
The yogurt in Tukaji was sour but still tasted fine.
Seeing Song Heping's attitude, Oma finally couldn't help himself and stood up abruptly.
"Damn it! Are you even listening to ?! The ones coming are not ordinary people; they're from the SAD! And they're the most elite 'Watcher' squad within! Don't you realize who you're dealing with?! They're the most elite special operations unit from the most powerful intelligence agency in the world!"
The SAD that Oma referred to was an acronym for The Central Intelligence Agency - The Special Activities Division, a unit under the CIA's covert operations. As for the "Watcher" squad, Song Heping had never heard that na before.
"The 'Watcher' squad, are they that formidable?" asked Song Heping.
"Of course!"
Oma grew excited.
"The Watchers are selected veterans from the US Special Forces who voluntarily serve their country. To join this squad, they not only have to pass a more stringent selection than those for the Delta team but also sign an agreent to give up all their past and sever all ties with their ho country. Do you know why?
Because their operations often disregard consequences and spare no one, usually leaving no survivors! Once they get involved, do you think you and your few rcenaries will stand a chance?!"
After Oma's tirade, Song Heping finally set down the empty yogurt container and wiped his hands, saying, "Oma, thank you for sharing all this with . But tell , what changes by you telling this? Should we take action right now?"
He pointed in the direction of Hassan's villa.
"We've been monitoring since last night, and we still haven't worked out all the bodyguards' shift changes and patrol patterns inside the villa. We haven't figured out how to divert the police at the entrance. Another thing, I want to know why your intelligence never tells that Hassan actually has under-the-table deals with the local police?
From all the surrounding villas that I've seen, none have police at the entrance, yet Hassan's is guarded 24 hours a day. Why is that?"
"I also want to know who exactly Hassan is, what secrets he holds that everyone is afraid to eliminate him outright and instead wants to capture him alive? Why would the CIA send their most elite special operations squad against him?"
Song Heping tossed away the napkin and also stood up, leaning on the edge of the table to confront Oma from across it.
"This kind of intelligence information was never provided by Avanti, and when you ca here, you didn't provide it either. Who's putting us in danger? Who's dragging us into this ss? Oh, now we're not even prepared to act, and you're urging us to make a move? Would you rather have point a gun at my own head and pull the trigger?
I haven't lost my temper yet; what gives you the right to bark at like a mad dog on the wrong dication?"
Oma's face turned from red to white as Song Heping rebutted him.
In the end, he deflated, slumping back into the chair.
"Fine... do as you please..."
After speaking, he turned and went upstairs.
Once he was gone, Hunter glanced at the stairway direction, then asked Song Heping, "Boss, if what he said is true, we're in big trouble."
Song Heping sat back down, frowning deeply, "Do you think I don't know the trouble is big? But what can we do knowing this? Do we have an alternative now?"
Grey Wolf said, "Your brain works best; I trust you. Whatever you decide, we'll follow."
White Bear chid in from the side, "Right, you must have a plan; tell us what to do!"
Song Heping said, "Do you really think I'm a miracle worker? Give so ti. Keep up the surveillance today, especially watch out for any suspicious people around, and see if we can spot the Watchers. Another thing, none of us goes out. We stay in the house for the next few days. Draw the curtains tight, don't show your face outside for no reason, and leave no traces."
"No problem!"
"Alright, boss!"
"Good!"
The group quickly agreed.
Daylight surveillance continued.
But ever since they learned that the "Watcher" squad was involved, Song Heping and his team beca even more cautious in their actions.
By dinner ti, Song Heping was eating while looking through the surveillance logs when Oma showed up.
Apparently still harboring the morning's anger, Oma didn't utter a word.
Song Heping initiated the conversation, "Oma, we need so makeup kits."
Oma was taken aback for a mont, "Makeup kits?"
"Yes, to change our appearances," Song Heping said. "Your intelligence agency wouldn't lack those, right?"
"We have them, I know how to apply makeup; there is a professional makeup case upstairs," Oma said. "Are you afraid of blowing your cover?"
Song Heping retorted, "Isn't it because you said the 'Watchers' have arrived? Since we're going to engage with them, of course we need to disguise ourselves."
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