"We're surrounded, boss!"
The shock of the team mbers of the "Watcher" squad in the vehicle was beyond words.
The communications expert Matthew's face turned pale as he said to the team leader Wilson, "Boss, we must destroy the radio and the docunts."
Wilson nodded and then said to Matthew, "Wait a mont."
He imdiately contacted the spy ship on the sea through the channel, and after giving instructions for the aftermath, he asked in a deep voice, "Do you think we should fight back or surrender?"
Silence fell inside the vehicle.
The team mbers looked at each other.
Finally, Matthew said, "Even if we fight back, we have no chance of winning."
Wilson didn't respond.
In the darkness, the assault soldier Philips exclaid, "Let's fight them to death!"
Just then, a voice ca through the loudspeaker.
"Agents in the vehicle, I'm your target tonight, Song Heping. Although I don't know why you're after , I still suggest you surrender. After all, I don't want to kill you. Otherwise, do you think your busted car could stop 14.5mm machine gun bullets?"
Wilson looked outside through the car window.
Around two hundred ters away, several BTR-82 infantry fighting vehicles could be vaguely seen behind palm trees or bushes.
Indeed, these fighting vehicles were mounted with 14.5 caliber machine guns, and their own rented civilian Nissan SUV was no match, not even against 7.62 caliber bullets.
"Destroy the equipnt, let's get out of the car."
Wilson finally made the decision.
Seeing the team leader decide to surrender, the rest quietly began handling their equipnt.
The deputy leader and demolition expert Alvin installed explosives in the vehicle, set the detonators, then nodded at Wilson, "It's ready."
The team mbers opened the doors, raised their hands, and slowly walked out.
Song Heping said to the Land Battle Camp commander, "Be vigilant, but don't fire. Wait for my order."
"No problem."
An entire camp surrounded the area, three layers inside and three layers outside. The confident captain nodded and picked up the radio to issue orders.
Thirty ters away, Jiang Feng shouted at Wilson and the others, "Stop! Get down on the ground! Hands on your heads!"
Wilson and his team stopped, slowly knelt down, then lay flat on the ground.
Just as they went down, the Nissan SUV exploded into a fireball.
The soldiers from the surrounding Land Battle Camp imdiately tensed up.
Song Heping hastily reassured, "Don't be nervous! They're just destroying their own communication equipnt!"
"Damn Aricans!"
The captain was furious, wishing he could shoot the group on the spot.
But he had orders from above to follow Song Heping's directives and command, so he had to obey reluctantly.
Soon, a group of soldiers gathered around, tied up Wilson and his team into a bundle like crabs, and brought them in front of Song Heping.
"Take them to the military camp; I'll go back with you."
Song Heping glanced at Wilson.
Experts recognize each other at a glance, knowing full well that they were both formidable.
But of course, Song Heping's aura was much stronger, given that he was the victor and Wilson was now the prisoner.
Forty minutes later, inside the Land Battle Camp on the western side of Margarita Island.
The "Musician" requisitioned a two-story building to detain these agents and conduct necessary interrogations.
It's good to have connections from above.
In Venezuela, Song Heping had secured a powerful alliance and was now untouchable.
Willson was the first to be pushed into the interrogation room.
Song Heping's interrogation thods were quite straightforward.
When Wilson thought Song Heping was going to torture him, he found nothing in the room but a table and two chairs.
"Na, affiliation, rank."
Song Heping pressed the recording device in front of him and then very politely asked Wilson for his na.
"I have nothing to say."
Wilson put on a tough-guy front.
Song Heping smiled and asked, "Are you really not going to tell ? You want to play the tough guy in front of ?"
Wilson said, "You can torture , but if I even frown, I'm a coward!"
Clap clap clap—
Song Heping applauded as he turned to Jiang Feng beside him and said, "See that? An Arican tough guy. Just like in the movies. Learn sothing!"
Jiang Feng, who had been quite serious, couldn't help but laugh after hearing Song Heping.
The atmosphere suddenly lightened.
Song Heping said, "Before I lay a hand on you, let clarify so things. After this, if you still want to play tough, I won't stop you. Killing soone or torturing soone is very easy, even though I know you surely had counter-interrogation training and can endure much more than an ordinary person. However, your counter-interrogation instructor would have told you before the first class that no one can really withstand torture. You will eventually have to give up so information, or provide so true information mixed with false, to obscure my view and seem valuable, buying ti for your rescue operation."
After finishing his statent in one breath, Song Heping took a sip of Coke beside him, then continued, "But before you decide to play tough, think about whether you really want to. Firstly, I never intended to kill you all, hence I chose to surround you instead of killing you outright, which shows my sincerity up to this point. I asked for your departnt and your na to contact your superiors and clarify our misunderstanding. I won't ask about your mission because clearly it must be to kidnap . If I'm not wrong, you are from the CIA, a highly secretive unit, so asking you too much is pointless. I rather deal directly with your superiors."
"If your superiors are worried about recording and eavesdropping, then ask them to provide a secure line or use so technical ans to prevent my recordings, which I think is fair. Of course, if you truly don't provide any information that enables contacting your superiors, forcing to take asures, I'm more than willing to do so."
"You? Aside from torturing us or killing us, what can you do?" Wilson sneered. "You think you can scare into submission? You're too naive, Song, you're just a small fry, nothing in our eyes."
"Ah, but now you've fallen into the hands of a small fry."
Song Heping was not angry at all.
He was used to this kind of arrogance from the CIA.
It reminded him of Simon from Illiguo.
When they first t, Simon was also all airs and graces.
And in the end, didn't he end up grovelling before him?
"I don't need to beat or kill you; I only need to hand you over to Venezuelan military, then declare you as an assassination squad infiltrating the country. This not only ensures your death, but also sparks a diplomatic conflict between the two countries, sothing your bosses definitely don't want to see. If it cos to that, she will surely take the bla internally, maybe even resign."
"When I have done all that, do you think it's over for you? No, you're thinking too simply. I will take photos of the few of you and upload them to the Dark Web, offering a bounty of at least 5 million US dollars, placing it in a Dark Web assassination fund. It rewards each assassin who eliminates anyone associated with you, including your families. Each kill earns 500 thousand US dollars, and once the money is spent, I will inject another 5 million until it's all gone. You might think your family is protected by so sort of witness protection program, but what about later? Do you think that after you die, Langley will truly take good care of your family? Maybe for a year or two, but what after that? Even if you are orphans, what about your friends? Your comrades with whom you've shared life and death during service? I think money solves many problems. Perhaps you think I'm crazy to spend money on such a senseless revenge, but what I want to tell you is—I'm happy to do it as long as it pleases ."
Listening to Song Heping calmly speak all this in fluent English, Wilson's complexion gradually lost its color.
He suddenly realized that he was facing a true ruthless person.
In front of absolute ruthlessness, the best approach is to be even more ruthless.
But now, with his life literally in soone else's hands, how ruthless could he be?
"Of course."
Just as Wilson's resolve began to waver, Song Heping continued, "That's the outco if you oppose , but if you choose to be my friend, it's a completely different situation."
As he spoke, he pushed an unopened can of Coke across the table toward Wilson, then signaled to Disaster Star behind him, "Cut him loose."
Disaster Star stepped forward, drew a dagger, and sliced through the restraints.
Wilson moved his wrists a bit, a glint of sharpness flashing in his eyes.
Song Heping noticed and said disdainfully, "If you think this is your chance to strike back, you can try."
He kept his eyes fixed on Wilson.
For so reason, Wilson never dared to make a move.
Finally, he leaned back, grabbed the Coke, pulled the tab, and after taking a gulp, said in relief, "I can provide a number, a codena. Call it, say the codena, and he'll know who you are and he'll make arrangents."
Song Heping stood up with a smile, "The wise man submits to circumstances. Trust , this is the wisest decision you've made in your life."
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