Song Heping was intercepted and searched by the military at Asab Port, but in the end, news of his safe and uneventful departure reached Illiguo.
The CIA station chief, Simon, was naturally furious.
He couldn't understand how, with the formidable capabilities of the CIA, they still couldn't kill an arms dealer.
Even more bizarre, other than the Somali Pirates that were counter-killed by Song Heping, there was unexpectedly no SA-9 missile system on the "Man Tianxing."
This was the most shocking revelation.
When ISA relayed the news to the US Army headquarters in Eritrea, Peter, after reading the ssage, couldn't help but ask the person next to him, "Are you sure there's no SA-9 missile system on the ship?"
"Certain," his subordinate gave a very affirmative answer. "After inspecting Song Heping's three containers, the military guarded 'Man Tianxing' during the unloading, checked all the containers, and ca up empty-handed."
Peter's eyes lit up, a smirk inevitably appearing on his lips as he shook his head while sitting there, "This Song, he really is sothing... Strange, where did those three SA-9s go?"
While several intelligence agencies were speculating about the whereabouts of Song Heping's three SA-9 missiles, Song Heping had just entered a hotel room in the capital of Eritrea, Asmara.
After inspecting the room and locking the door, Song sat on the sofa, then took out a satellite phone and sent a ssage to Ferrari: "I have arrived safely, everything as usual."
Before long, Ferrari replied with a ssage: "Understood."
Song Heping turned around, took out a new phone from his backpack, inserted a SIM card, and then turned it on.
Soon, the phone booted up.
Song Heping checked the signal, then placed it on the bedside table.
He glanced at his watch, then took out a hamburger and a bottle of mineral water he had just bought downstairs, and sat at the table to hungrily devour his al.
He was being watched.
There was no doubt about it.
The people wanting to put him to death were definitely the intelligence agencies.
Apart from the CIA, it now seed even Africa was unsafe; maybe even the French were after him.
Song Heping was not afraid.
On the contrary, he was sowhat excited.
To have the opportunity to contend with these formidable players in his life, he felt it was well worth it.
The recent thrilling encounters had stirred his combative spirit. In fact, every soldier from the Special Forces has a strong fighting spirit, an attribute assessed during selection. Those with determination and fighting spirit would persevere through adversity, never giving up until their goals were achieved.
Outsmarting those who wanted him dead brought more joy to Song Heping than anything else in the world.
After finishing his al, he went to bed and set his alarm clock.
There were still three hours until the agreed ti.
At eight in the evening, barring any unforeseen events, he would receive a call from Salafi's contact, Jimado.
Perhaps he was truly exhausted, for Song Heping quickly fell into a deep sleep.
In his dreams, he saw his parents, rembered going to the market with his father in the village, working in the fields with his mother, the excitent he felt when his younger siblings were admitted to university, and his stern drill instructor throwing shock bombs into his room every morning, yelling, "You've got five minutes, grab your stuff and get out!"
He didn't know how long he slept, but Song Heping was abruptly awakened from his sleep and sat up startled.
His forehead was drenched in sweat.
Gazing at the table, the electronic watch alarm was blaring cheerfully.
He reached out to turn off the alarm and looked around the room.
It was now 7:30 in the evening; aside from the light in the bathroom door, the room was dark.
He got up, tiptoed toward the bathroom.
Sohow, he had developed a way of walking quietly and liked to move with a light step.
After taking a quick cold shower in the shower room, Song Heping returned to the bed, got dressed, and the new phone on the bedside table suddenly rang.
He checked the number; it was Jimado calling.
He pressed the answer key and put the handset to his ear.
"Mr. Song, you were too conspicuous at Asab Port," ca the voice.
"Jimado?"
"Yes, it's ."
"Soone leaked information; I've changed the plan for this deal."
"I've heard that the military combed through the entire ship at the dock and didn't find the SA-9. Are you sure you brought the rchandise?"
"You just need to have the money ready; don't worry about the rest. I've just changed the plan, but you will still get the rchandise," Song replied.
"You're not going to explain?"
"It's not convenient to talk over the phone, let's discuss when we et."
"Okay."
Jimado said, "Ten minutes from now, you go downstairs, turn right after leaving the hotel, and keep walking straight. I'll give you directions in real-ti."
"Sounds very mysterious," Song Heping was tempted to tease this contact person.
But on second thought, since he was already being targeted, the more cautious the other party was, the safer it seed for him.
"All right."
He ended the call, shouldered his backpack, and left the room, taking the elevator downstairs.
Song Heping's room was on the 9th floor, and as the elevator reached the 4th floor, it stopped with a ding.
Song Heping cautiously pressed his body to the right side of the elevator, making sure he stood next to the control panel.
This position was carefully chosen, firstly to control the floor buttons and secondly to stand against the elevator wall so as to see the entire space clearly, guarding against anyone entering and attacking from behind.
The one who entered was a black man with blond hair, in his twenties, his hair dyed golden yellow, earphones plugged in, looking completely unconcerned.
He glanced at Song Heping then imdiately looked away.
Song Heping took a good look at him, especially the man's hands…
Ding—
When the elevator stopped at the first floor, inside lay a blond-haired man on the ground, motionless, while Song Heping had already vanished.
In a room on the seventh floor of the sa hotel, Remondo, the DGSE's operations director, watched everything on the monitor, taking a while to regain his composure.
Just one move!
As the elevator reached the second floor, Song Heping had suddenly struck, his hand chop hitting the blond man directly in the throat, with a strike as fast as lightning.
The blond had no guard up and didn't even have ti to react before his throat was crushed; he couldn't even scream, doubling over in pain.
In the instant he bent over, Song Heping's hand chop ca down again, this ti striking the back of his neck.
The blow knocked the blond out cold, leaving him no chance to resist.
The pinhole cara hidden in the blond man's collar instantly lost its picture…
"Fuck!"
It took a while for Remondo to realize that Song Heping, who had appeared easily subdued by a few soldiers on the dock during the day, without showing any resistance, was actually a very dangerous and highly aggressive man.
This level of skill…
Definitely at the level of top-notch Special Forces!
"Hurry up and catch him, take him down!"
Remondo picked up the walkie-talkie and issued an order.
DGSE personnel were not convenient to act personally, but this ti, Remondo had called in six of Eritrea's top assassins.
But before it had even started, one was already out of play.
The rest of the killers, lurking in the lobby and outside the entrance, imdiately rushed towards the elevator.
But they didn't find anything.
There was no one in the elevator.
"Basent! He's gone to the underground parking garage! Block him there!"
Remondo, observing from the killers' body caras, realized there was no trace of Song Heping.
He now judged that Song Heping must have gone down to level B1, a parking garage, from which he could walk out of the hotel.
Two assassins imdiately took the elevator down to B1, while the other three rushed out the lobby door, taking a different route to intercept at the parking garage exit.
Everyone ran like mad, pistols equipped with silencers already drawn during the chase.
They all thought that their fallen comrade had just been carelessly ambushed, and that as long as the five of them worked together, they would easily take down their unard foe.
At the elevator exit on B1, two assassins carefully peeked out, then, covering each other, they burst out to the left and right.
The entire parking garage was dimly lit and eerily silent.
But there was no sign of anyone, let alone a ghost.
"Let's head towards the exit and search!"
The two knew their comrades were blocking the ground exit, so if they searched towards the exit, they could complete the encirclent.
A few minutes later, the five t at the parking lot entrance.
"Have you seen him?!"
"Nothing! What about you?!"
"We've been here the whole ti, saw no one leave."
"Could he still be in the garage?!"
"Let's go check!"
The five assassins turned back toward the parking garage.
As they scrambled in confusion, Remondo in the hotel room seed to realize sothing was wrong.
He imdiately picked up the phone and called Bar.
"Chief, we've lost track of him, this guy's too ruthless; he took out one of our assassins in the elevator and disappeared. We can't find him in the parking lot, probably he's already left the hotel through so other way."
"A team of you, plus six assassins, couldn't stop a man who didn't even have a gun?"
"He has a gun now..."
Remondo rubbed his nose bridge.
"He took the weapon from one of the assassins."
"What the hell are you doing?!" Bar yelled furiously.
Remondo said, "Chief, I need to request level A clearance."
Bar asked, "You sure?!"
Remondo said, "Absolutely sure, only by getting your highest clearance, using all of our resources in Eritrea, we can find out where he is, otherwise he'll disappear soon. I reckon that now he's left the hotel, he must be going to et with the Ard Organization's contact. We must allocate our greatest resources to find them, and obliterate them all!"
Bar hesitated for a mont, then gritted his teeth, "Alright, I authorize you to utilize all of our resources here. Rember, Remondo, the operation must succeed, because if it gets this big, the higher-ups will definitely be inford. Without any solid results to show, you and I both will have to face the consequences!"
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