"So when do you plan to make a move?"
Upon hearing that Song Heping was getting ready to disguise himself, Oma thought Song Heping was about to take action.
Unexpectedly, Song Heping still shook his head, "No, I don't know when we'll make a move, we can only wait for now."
"Wait?!"
Oma stood up again, frustrated.
Song Heping remained calm, "Yes, wait."
Oma was so angry that he left his al unfinished and stomped upstairs.
"White Bear, go up with him and get the makeup box, let's all get disguised."
...
An hour later.
Song Heping stood in front of the mirror, looking at his reflection.
His hair had been dyed salt-and-pepper gray.
Two streaks of mustache clung to his lips.
His forehead was lined with wrinkles, created with glue.
Even his complexion had been darkened with pignt cream to a coffee color.
He looked like a fisherman who had been braving the elents at sea for years.
Picking up the cap next to him, he put it on.
Now, even more so.
The disguise aged him by at least twenty years, making him look like a man in his forties.
Now, even if the cook stood in front of him, as long as he kept quiet, it would be very difficult for anyone to recognize him.
"With makeup like this, it's going to be a hassle to shower in the coming days," White Bear started to grumble, looking at his own reflection in the mirror.
Song Heping said, "Just don't wash your face. The pignt cream is oily, and it only cos off with makeup remover. It won't fade easily."
Hunter asked, "Boss, do you really have no plan to take action?"
Song Heping answered, "No."
Changing his tone, he added, "But we're on high alert these next few days. Keep your gun by the bed, don't bother taking off your clothes when you sleep, be ready to move at any mont. Keep a close watch on the surveillance. If Hassan leaves his villa, we must follow him."
"Follow?"
"Yes."
"Does that an we grab him when he's in a place with fewer people?"
White Bear always thought straightforwardly.
Song Heping said, "No, we're not in a hurry to act. Follow my orders, and only act when I say so."
After saying this, he turned and left.
"I'm going to sleep. Those not on duty, get so sleep. Rest up; we might be in for a big fight!"
Watching his departing figure, White Bear took a while to co to his senses, then turned to Grey Wolf and Hunter, "What exactly is Song planning? Still no plan now?"
Grey Wolf retorted, "If you're so great, why don't you make a plan?"
White Bear suggested, "I'll cover the front entrance, Hunter takes control from high ground, and you and Song sneak in through the back door, kidnap him and retreat!"
Hunter chuckled.
Grey Wolf derisively laughed, "White Bear, save your brain cells! What's the difference between that and a direct assault? For such a small area, what's the point in distracting them and sneaking in from behind? Do you think this is an assault on a large defensive position?"
After finishing their banter, they both went upstairs, leaving White Bear still confused.
It was two o'clock in the morning again, and ti for Song Heping's surveillance shift.
It was his second day here.
Song Heping was also getting impatient.
There was still so much to take care of at the oil field.
He didn't know how Ferrari was handling the matters with Yusuf and the Brotherhood back in Baghdad.
After all, they were about to hire over a hundred new people.
Had those ard factions in the north headed to the oil fields to cause trouble?
Could Avanti really suppress the Kurd Ard forces from coming over for revenge?
He couldn't help but worry.
This line of work was truly not easy.
But surprisingly, Song Heping didn't get tired of it, it seed...
There was even a sense of joy in it.
At least his current life felt incredibly thrilling.
Not only was each day exciting, but making money was exhilarating too.
The amounts he dealt with now were unimaginable in the past, and he could handle guns every day.
When he first got ho, the hardest thing to get used to was suddenly having no guns to handle; he even dread of shooting at a scene.
The observatory mirror looked peaceful as ever.
Like the nights before, Hassan had a group of won over by ten, and now they were happily playing by the pool.
"Watcher squad..."
Song Heping slowly moved the observatory mirror, trying to find any signs.
Oma said they were in the country.
Why haven't they made a move yet?
Again, he spotted a situation similar to the previous night.
So policen entered for a bathroom break.
But this ti there were two of them.
By the poolside, the bodyguards were positioned at the four corners, just like yesterday.
Hassan still lay on the sa green lounge chair, attended by three girls...
"Looks like tonight will be another uneventful night..."
He muttered to himself, reaching out for the tea on the side table.
Suddenly, he saw sothing flash briefly on the second floor of Hassan's villa.
"Hmm?"
He thought his eyes were playing tricks on him.
Then the entire villa went completely dark!
A power outage?!
Imdiately after, the room he was in also lost power!
Complete darkness!
Indeed, the power was out.
But in the observatory mirror, the main building of Hassan's villa was still flashing intermittently with that strange light.
Even though he couldn't make out what was flashing, it seed like a kind of light refraction...
"What the hell?!"
He adjusted the magnification and focused on the pitch-black building.
"Muzzle flash!"
He finally realized that it was the tiny muzzle flash from a handgun firing, possibly with a silencer attached.
That's why the bodyguards in the garden hadn't noticed the first shot!
Absolute professionalism!
Extrely high-quality equipnt!
"Watcher" squad!
He imdiately rushed down from the fourth floor, waking everyone up.
"It's begun! Get up! It's started!"
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