At the ti Samir was talking with Song Heping on the beach, nearby on a small yacht under the shade of its awning, a CIA agent disguised as a fishing enthusiast set down his binoculars and picked up a satellite phone.
"Target is on the beach, chatting with a subordinate from his company."
"Continue surveillance."
To the northeast in Venezuela, on the surface of the Caribbean Sea, a spy ship disguised as a cargo vessel was stationary.
Inside the cabin, the leader of the "Watcher" squad responsible for this operation, Wilson, put down his phone, stared at the screen showing Song Heping, scratched his head, and let out a heavy sigh.
"Damn it, it seems this guy has no intention of leaving Venezuela."
The deputy squad leader, Alvin, spinning a ballpoint pen in his hand, said numbly, "He won't even leave his own school; this is the best opportunity we've had in two months."
After speaking, his gaze shifted to Wilson, "Boss, should we just raid Margarita Island tonight and nab him?"
Wilson was silent, his eyes fixed on the screen without moving, in deep thought.
"A direct assault is too risky. These people have weapons. According to intelligence, half the executives from his company are on the island. These are seasoned veterans who will definitely resist. Besides, the higher-ups only ordered us to capture him alive and to keep the intensity very low to prevent too many casualties. This place is still Venezuelan territory, so making a big scene wouldn't be good for wrapping things up."
Alvin's lips curled into a cold smile, mockingly, "Those bureaucrats in the Langley offices, enjoying their air conditioning, how could they understand the difficulty of wanting both? They should co to the front line themselves to experience what it's like to have others issue commands."
Wilson said, "We should use brains instead."
Alvin said, "Disguise as waitstaff and sneak in, kidnap him from his room? But that's not so easy. The Defense Company has booked a few small buildings in the city..."
Finishing his sentence, he pulled up the building blueprints on his computer, and pointing at the structures, he said, "There's only one small path into these buildings. His room is at the very back. Not to ntion Song Heping is a tough nut to crack—even if we could drug him, extracting him from the alley would require us to walk fifty ters to reach the beach, plus more than a hundred ters to carry him onto the ship. If even a slight complication arises during this process, a fierce firefight could break out."
Wilson said, "I've already studied it, and you're right. I think this location was chosen with care—it's easy to defend but hard to attack."
Alvin spread his hands, "So what's your plan?"
"Go bring Niki here."
"Niki?"
"Yeah."
Alvin stood up to find Niki in another cabin on the ship.
Soon, the only woman in the Watcher squad arrived in the control room.
"Boss, what do you need?"
Niki was dressed in a sleeveless vest, a pair of form-fitting tactical pants, with a tactical belt and quick-draw holster around her waist, containing a P229 pistol.
She was eating an ice cream.
Niki was a beauty, with chestnut-colored long hair and a well-proportioned, athletic figure, curvaceous in a way that inspired fantasies. She was a typical Colombian beauty, and her hotness could be discerned from the way she licked her ice cream—if you stared at her red lips, each lick could stir improper fantasies.
But the sight of the weapons on her waist and the two small butterfly knives in the pouch on her tactical pants—suitable for throwing—could instantly sober up any man who lost his senses.
"Got a job for you."
Wilson pointed at Song Heping on the screen.
"I plan to make my move tonight, and I'll need you to take the lead."
Niki looked at Song Heping on the screen and pursed her lips, "Not bad, this guy doesn't look horrific."
She was speaking from experience.
As a Watcher like her, in order to complete missions, often had to sell their charm, and after all, "seduction" was a top-tier skill among special agents, just as the once-mysterious Swallow and Crow operatives in the KGB.
What she hated the most was to seduce those bald, greasy old n who often had been drinking when they would co at her with their big mouths, chomping on her neck, leaving a complex sll of whiskey, rosemary, and plaque between their yellowing teeth, which was utterly nauseating.
At least this young man from China wasn't bad to look at and, judging from his build, he was on par with any Watcher in the team.
"Tonight, I'm going to arrange for you to get to the island, then you'll approach him as a tourist from Colombia, lure him to your room; you know what to do after that."
Wilson said, "You can rest assured, we'll be lying in wait nearby, and once you send out the signal, we'll take him and bring him here."
Niki nodded, "Okay, I'll go and get ready. What ti do we leave tonight?"
"We'll head out around seven when night falls, he and his colleagues go out to enjoy themselves at the bars every evening, you just find an excuse to strike up a conversation."
"No problem."
After saying that, Niki turned and left.
"is so hot!"
Alvin stared at Niki, watching her disappear outside the cabin and muttered to himself before turning to ask Wilson, "Boss, would you say Niki is a beauty?"
"Definitely." Wilson answered without a second thought.
Alvin said, "But why hasn't she had a boyfriend that we know of?"
Wilson glanced at his deputy and said, "I heard she once tried to lead the life of an ordinary woman, really made an effort. But apparently, once her relatives set her up with a white-collar guy from Silicon Valley, he drank a bit and got handsy as they were leaving, and Niki reflexively broke his wrist…"
Alvin's mouth ford a perfect 'O', and he didn't close it for a while.
"Ah… that's quite a sad story…"
Wilson said, "Alright, Alvin, get back to work. People like us, we're never going to be normal."
On the beach, Song Heping and Samir were enjoying a pleasant conversation.
The hosts and guests now shared an additional layer of a cooperative relationship.
Samir was in high spirits.
He had never expected that his boss was such a magnanimous person; hearing that he wanted to go solo, he not only gave his blessings but also offered substantial help in establishing an ard organization, integrating organizational structures, and providing core training.
Samir knew well Song Heping's capabilities.
With his help in training personnel, the future Eligo Liberation Force would certainly beco a force to be reckoned with.
The two were engrossed in conversation, unaware that a short distance away, on a fishing boat at sea, the two "anglers" had already reeled in their rods, which hadn't even had bait on them, and started the engine to leave the waters…
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