"That's good," Song Heping resud the previous topic, "Have your people in Turkey anonymously inform the Turkish police at exactly 7 PM tomorrow evening. Tell them that last night's incident involved an unidentified ard squad who kidnapped the owner of the Hassan villa. As for the motive, don't ntion it, just say they are planning to leave the Alles Mountain Area for Persian territory.
Just say that, rember, tonight! Not too early, not too late."
Oma said, "I don't understand why you are doing this..."
He truly couldn't understand.
Who in their right mind makes a run for it so loudly?
There was Song Heping, practically eager to tell the entire world that he was in the Alles Mountain Area...
Song Heping said, "You don't need to understand, and I don't have ti to explain. Do as I say. Also, from this mont on, I'll cut off all contact with the outside world, and I will turn off the satellite phone. Don't contact anymore. Once I reach Persian territory, I'll contact Avanti myself."
Oma was still hesitating.
Song Heping couldn't contain his frustration and roared, "Oma, you fool, did you hear what I said?"
Oma was startled and hurriedly replied, "I heard you, I'll do as you said, I'll make sure it's done right."
As soon as he finished speaking, there was already a busy tone on the other end.
Oma was stunned for a while, trying to call back.
He found that the phone was really turned off.
"He's really ruthless..."
Oma muttered to himself.
White Bear, standing nearby, asked, "What did our boss say?"
Oma said, "He wants to have soone anonymously inform the Turkish police about himself at 7 PM tonight..."
Upon hearing this, White Bear, Grey Wolf, and Hunter exchanged glances.
Oma added, "Has he always been this crazy?"
Grey Wolf was displeased and said, "You think he's crazy? Look at this operation, how about his plan?"
Speaking of the tactics and planning of this operation, Oma was speechless again.
Such a level of skill, not only himself, but even if he searched his entire departnt, he wouldn't find anyone as capable.
"Is the boss trying to cover for us? To draw the fire toward himself?"
Hunter shared his thoughts.
Grey Wolf shook his head, "I think it's not that simple..."
White Bear's head was spinning, and he finally said, "Why think so much? I think whatever he's thinking, we'll hardly understand. It's best to just do as he says, it's the safest bet."
While they were discussing what exactly Song Heping was trying to do, far away at the edge of the Alles Mountain Area, Song Heping was ready, with his field scarf around his neck and a warmth cap on his head. The nightti temperatures in the high altitude were unfriendly.
He then went to open the fuel tank, soaked a cloth in gasoline, lit it on fire, and walked toward a nearby hillside.
Reaching the top of the hill, he stood for a while as the car burned completely.
Only then did Song Heping turn around, looking at the mountains before him, as if he had returned to the days of his outdoor training.
The mountain road was 132 kiloters long.
He had to pass through this highland mountain area to enter Persian territory.
Even without any obstacles, it would take him at least three days to cross.
If he encountered any hindrances along the way, it would possibly take longer.
He had to avoid tourist spots, as so ancient sites and scenic spots in the highland required detours; encountering tourists, seeing him fully ard, would probably scare them off.
He took out his GPS device, checked his current location, selected his route, and quickly disappeared into the vast mountains of the highland.
Twelve hours after he entered the mountains, in the Secret Command Center of SAD located in Trebizond, an intelligence analyst, holding a printout of a fax that had just co through, stood up and walked into Alvin's office.
"SIR!"
"What is it?"
"We have a lead on the attack on 'Watcher'."
"What lead!"
Alvin, who hadn't slept all night, suddenly sprung from his chair.
The analyst had placed the intelligence report in front of him.
"This is a piece of intelligence provided by an agent we planted in Persia. The intelligence shows that the 'King of Spy,' Avanti, has recently been organizing a secret operation that involves Turkey, and the operation is scheduled for the near future."
"Hmm..."
Alvin stared at the content of the intelligence and skimd through it several tis quickly.
"The 'King of Spy' is interested in Gold from Illiguo, heh, no wonder. Although this report doesn't show exactly when the operation is to take place, or who will be involved, I believe it definitely has sothing to do with the Persians!"
"So, what do we do now?" the analyst asked.
Alvin moved his laptop over and opened a map of Turkey.
After scanning the map, he gently tapped on the area of the Arles Mountain with his finger.
"We must act quickly."
He glanced at the ti.
By now, fourteen hours had passed since the attack had occurred.
"They will definitely go through the Alles Mountain Area, passing through there to get back to Persia. The entire area is a highland terrain, scarcely populated. Turkey's defenses are mainly focused around Great Alp Mountain and Lesser Alp Mountain. If they bypass around the edges, border patrols there are less stringent, and they can easily cross the border.
If I'm not mistaken, based on their speed, they have already entered the mountain area!"
On hearing this, the analyst obviously felt a bit dejected: "So, what do we do?"
"What do we do?" Alvin's gaze showed a hint of murderous intent: "You imdiately get Wilson to co to my office and at the sa ti, tell Team B to prepare for the operation!"
"Also, imdiately rent several helicopters under the guise of exploration or so sort of docuntary filming, send out Team C's reconnaissance personnel to the Arles Mountain imdiately. Have them pay special attention to the southern sections of Great Alp Mountain and Lesser Alp Mountain. They are most likely to cross the border there!
I don't care by what ans, but once we spot them, Team C must act imdiately and inform Team B of their location. Preferably alive, but dead is also acceptable!"
"Yes, SIR!"
Soon, Team B's leader Wilson rushed into the room.
"SIR! I heard we've located their tracks?"
"Correct."
Alvin pointed to the map in front of him.
"The ones who attacked us are Persian agents. They are probably now crossing the Alles Mountain Plateau."
"Persians?"
Wilson was surprised.
"SIR, I have a thought, not sure if it's appropriate to say."
Alvin shifted his gaze from the map to Wilson: "Go ahead."
Wilson said, "Luther has woken up, I have seen him, and I believe that those who attacked Team A were not Persians. The Persians' agents lack the skills to execute it so perfectly."
This statent made Alvin think deeply.
Actually, Alvin felt the sa way.
But he couldn't figure out who else besides the Persians would have the guts and the motive.
As the head of operations, he didn't have the ti to consider these details too much.
It had been several hours already.
All available intelligence networks had been activated.
So far, they had received a lot of junk intelligence, and after analysis, there were no gains—only this clue remained as the most valuable and logical.
"Don't think too much for now. I'm quite sure this is definitely related to the Persians, so their only way out is back to Persia. We are watching every exit out of Turkey, they won't be stupid enough to leave through official channels, and Hassan certainly won't leave via regular procedures, hence only the Arles Mountain Area!
You now depart imdiately, first lead Team B to the Arles Mountain Area, then take a look at the map yourself. If you were a Persian agent, how would you cross these mountains? Then, follow this route. Team C has already taken off, they will head out for airborne reconnaissance, and upon spotting the target, they will inform you of the coordinates promptly."
"Alright, I'll get moving now."
Wilson was very disciplined.
Despite having his own opinions, his superior's orders had to be executed one hundred percent.
"Wait!"
Alvin stopped him.
"Watch out for those tourists, maybe he'll disguise himself as one of them. Be observant on the road!"
"OK! No problem!"
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