When Song Heping left Haymour's house, his palms were sweaty on the passenger seat.
Last ti he sweated like this was when he and Ah Guan were attacked while delivering goods, it had been a long ti since he felt this way.
His fingers even seed to tremble slightly.
Could they not tremble?
This was a big deal involving fifty tons of gold, damn it!
Oh, no!
To be precise, this was a major heist involving fifty tons of gold.
Wasn't it?
This was a robbery.
No doubt about it.
While negotiating with Haymour, a rough outline of a plan had already ford in Song Heping's mind.
But this outline was huge.
Huge enough that many details needed to be thought through alone in his room, carefully considered.
Every single detail was a matter of life and death.
He had specifically instructed Samir to keep everything secret.
"Samir, everything you hear tonight, keep it locked in your brain, and don't tell anyone. Since you heard it, you're in, and we'll call you when it's ti to act," he commanded.
As he said this, he looked over at Samir who was driving.
Samir had never seen such fierce killing intent in his boss's gaze.
He suddenly realized that tonight was both an opportunity and a crisis for him.
If handled well, he could strike it rich with the boss.
If not, his life would surely be lost here.
And one thing was certain.
He couldn't get out of it now.
If he leaked even a sliver of information, causing any consequences, the boss sitting next to him would definitely not hesitate to finish him off.
And the scariest part was, having followed Song Heping for so long, he had never seen Song Heping fail. Whoever Song Heping wanted dead, was dead for sure.
Back at the water station, the rcenaries had already cleared out a room.
Paul and his engineering team occupied the third floor, while Song Heping's n were on the first and second floors.
There was no need for Song Heping to worry about the progress of the project.
In fact, he wasn't even concerned about the security issue at the water station anymore.
Because Haymour had assured him that, although the area was chaotic, the Yijibai Family's words were still heeded. He guaranteed that nothing would go wrong at the water station during Song Heping's stay, especially during the operation, when he would even send people to assist with the construction project to ensure completion in the shortest ti.
With this assurance, Song Heping could now focus on one thing—robbing the gold.
Song Heping didn't rush to discuss the plan with the cooks and others.
He had to sort out all the details by himself now, to design a tactical plan, a plan that had to be perfect.
Although plans can never keep up with changes, any action must have a plan.
White Bear and the others wanted to ask Song Heping what exactly had been discussed at Haymour's place that evening.
Song Heping fended them off with a simple explanation, stating that he would fill them in when the ti ca, then buried himself in his room, shut the door, pulled out maps and paper, and imdiately got to work.
Because ti was extrely tight.
Even though Sadam was caught, he didn't know the whereabouts of this batch of gold, but he knew the people.
He knew who in the northwest region was most likely to be the keeper and hider of this gold.
Given enough ti, the CIA could definitely extract more suspicious individuals from his mouth and have the covert operations departnt arrest these people.
Once in the hands of the CIA, Song Heping believed that almost no one could endure their professional interrogation.
So, as long as the CIA was patient enough, they would definitely trace the gold.
Another factor was, why was Haymour eager to collaborate with him?
Likewise, because the gold's keeper and the organization could face changes at any ti.
Just like initially, Hassan was in charge of the safekeeping, but then Hassan chickened out and handed it over to others before fleeing.
In fact, he was a smart man.
Ordinary people see fifty tons of gold and think of money.
But Hassan saw death.
As long as the gold remained in his hands, he would be hunted.
Haymour gave Song Heping only three days.
Action had to be taken within three days; otherwise, the deal would probably fall through.
After all, with the news of Sadam's capture going out, the gold faced two problems: either the current keeper would let go, or they would smuggle it out of Illiguo through secret channels.
In the past, it wasn't moved because of the risk.
Now, Sadam becoming the biggest risk, moving the gold out beca worth the risk.
Based on the information provided by Haymour, the fifty tons of gold were currently in the hands of a forr Revolutionary Guard Suicide Squad officer nad Aziz, who led an elite army of about 300 n hidden in Gaiala City in the northwest.
Before the war, the area was a training base for the Revolutionary Guard Suicide Squad. When the war broke, the troops stationed in the southern part of Illiguo collapsed at the first blow, resulting in this Suicide Squad hardly getting a chance to join the battle before Baghdad had fallen.
While fleeing Baghdad, Sadam ordered the Suicide Squad, which had not yet seen action, to hide in place, and he himself fled to his hotown of Tikrit to hide.
So, the strength of this Suicide Squad remained two reinforced platoons, completely intact.
They relied on the relationships they had built up over the years in the local area and managed to stay hidden.
The major problem was that the gold was in a basent of a warehouse in the city.
To get the gold, the warehouse had to be taken.
But that wasn't the problem. The problem was that Gaiala City was near Mosul, which was currently the city with the fiercest resistance, and a large number of US Army forces were also stationed near Gaiala City.
If he led an attack, it would surely attract the notice of the US Army.
Even taking advantage of the ti at night when the US Army dared not enter the city, it could still bring about aerial recon forces.
Song Heping had seen the prowess of the MQ-1 "Predator" drone.
He didn't want to provoke trouble.
If gunshots rang out in the city, the US forces outside would definitely call for aerial reconnaissance to fly over the city to see what was going on.
Even if he could capture the warehouse, moving the gold would still beco conspicuous under the watchful eyes of the US Army in the air.
Difficult!
This was a typical special operations mission.
No!
It was a typical heist.
They couldn't afford to draw the attention of the "police" – the US Army, and they also had to deal with the Suicide Squad guarding the warehouse.
Everything had to be completed silently and without a trace.
But the problem was that there were 300 Suicide Squad mbers disguised as civilians and workers there.
The combat power of these individuals was extraordinary, even more formidable than the current ISF Special Forces of Illiguo.
On their side, they had only eight core team mbers, plus a translator nad Samir.
To take out 300 people?
Was it possible?
He picked up the phone and called Ferrari.
At this mont, Ferrari's abilities beca extrely important.
Receiving a call from Song Heping late at night, Ferrari was surprised.
"Boss, what happened?"
Song Heping heard music in the background, indicating that Ferrari was probably hanging out in a bar in the Green Zone again.
But this was actually part of Ferrari's job.
He was in charge of administrative logistics and intelligence support, and his job nature required him to network with people from all walks of life in the Green Zone.
If he were to sit in an office every day, that would actually be a bad thing.
"I need a map, to be exact, a blueprint."
"A blueprint?"
Ferrari glanced at his watch.
It was already 10:40 p.m.
"What blueprint?"
"The construction blueprint of the fire-resistant material factory warehouse on Sadam Road in Gaiala City. I need a very detailed blueprint, including the architectural structure, and even the sewage pipes. The original construction drawings would be best."
"What do you want that thing for?"
"Don't ask, just get it for ! You can take the expenses from the public account."
"It's not that it can't be done... In theory, the Temporary Managent Committee took over all the data from the previous governnt. If the warehouse in Gaiala City belongs to a major corporation, its construction would have definitely needed approval, and there should be an architectural drawing in the archives."
"If it can be done, then get on it right away. I need it tonight, no matter what it takes."
"Tonight?! Are you insane?! Do you know what ti it is?! The Temporary Managent Committee has closed down, they're not working. At the earliest, this has to wait until tomorrow! My God!
Boss, do you think the Temporary Managent Committee exists just to serve us?!"
"I don't care. Find a way!"
"Shit!"
Ferrari, pressed for ti, had reverted to cursing in Chinese.
"Are you forcing to sell my body? I know that woman who manages the docunts and she lives in the Green Zone... She's always soaking in the bars, the very thirsty kind... I'll go to the bar she frequents and see if luck is on my side, whether I can find her or not. If I do, I'll figure out a way to get into her office..."
Hearing this, Song Heping suddenly felt he was being unreasonable.
Oh well!
It wasn't like Ferrari's back was weak.
Last ti he sold himself, this ti he would just have to give him a bonus, let him buy a few extra pounds of lamb kidneys to replenish himself.
But he was quite curious how Ferrari planned to get the blueprint from the Temporary Managent Committee's records room tonight.
The Temporary Managent Committee closed at night; there were guards outside and patrol personnel inside.
Getting in was going to be very difficult.
"Ferrari, how do you plan on getting the blueprints?"
"I told you already. If I find that chick, I'll take her out for drinks, and then go back to her office to get it."
"You're planning to steal the keys to get in? Do you have an access pass to the Temporary Managent Committee?"
"Who said I need an access pass? I'll go in with her, she'll take !"
"You can't let her know about this."
"She won't know. I'll just tell her I've never tried having an affair in her office, thinking that it might be thrilling, and then..."
"Alright... I get it."
Song Heping was thoroughly impressed.
What a talent!
In the 21st century, what's most important?
Talent!
"I'll await your news!"
"It's all down to luck now. I'm going to call her first and see."
"OK, I trust you to handle this!"
After hanging up, Song Heping continued with his tactical planning on the map.
Direction of assault, thod of assault, configuration of assault teams, allocation of firepower, distribution of personnel...
He ticulously listed and solved each small issue one by one.
Then he was faced with another troubleso matter.
The route of withdrawal after obtaining the gold.
Moving gold from Gaiala City would require five trucks, and transporting fifty tons of gold would also take ti.
Even if the operation was carried out at night, the timing had to be absolutely precise.
Otherwise, if the gold had not reached the border by the ti they had it loaded on the vehicles, it would likely be daylight.
Once it was light, everything would beco unsafe.
However, dealing with 300 elite Suicide Squad mbers would probably take a long ti.
They had to find a vulnerability in their defenses.
This ant the assault team had to arrive in Gaiala City two days in advance, lie low, and scout the warehouse to understand the military deploynt there.
Otherwise, any plan would be just a plan, utterly useless.
Looking at the map, Song Heping felt he had done all that could be done. Until he got the architectural drawings and scouted the defensive layout of the fire-resistant factory warehouse, he could not further develop his battle plan.
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