"What the hell is going on?!"
Inside the Ard Headquarters in Badi Town, Ahmair slamd the phone down and burst into a fury at Rod.
"How did our reinforcents from Siria get intercepted by the Illigo Governnt Army?! Didn't you coordinate with the military before? Nearly two thousand of my n are trying to cross the border, and now they're stuck at the border area and can't get through! You'd better get your people to reign in those idle governnt troops and clear the passage! "
Watching the furious Ahmair in front of him, Rod felt like he was watching a three-year-old clown performing a farcical act.
Deep down, Rod had no respect for these terrorists from extremist organizations.
If it weren't for orders from higher-ups to co here and assist them, these Big Beards would be the terrorists he'd be expected to gun down one by one.
Keep in mind, I5I5 had pledged allegiance to the Ard Organization Laden, the very root of this anti-terror war.
And now, these Big Beards, hardly literate, dare to blow up at him?
Rod wished he could just pull out his pistol and kill this idiot right now.
But he couldn't do that.
"Do you not have a brain?! Do you think you're regular troops? Or legitimate anti-governnt ard forces?"
Rod gave Ahmair a cold look.
Raising his hand, he pointed his finger at his own head with a contemptuous gesture and said, "Think with your brain! You guys are an extremist organization! You're terrorists! You want to coordinate with the coalition forces? With the Illigo Governnt?! How should I coordinate?! Shall I tell them that I'm from the Central Intelligence Agency and now I command you to open the border for two thousand I5I5 ard personnel to co through and support their operations in southwest Illigo?!"
Maybe it was too much excitent.
Rod's spittle flew everywhere, and much of it splashed onto Ahmair's face.
The latter looked at the Central Intelligence Agency agent in front of him in shock, perhaps not expecting such a violent reaction, suddenly not knowing how to respond.
Rod wasn't finished after cursing, and his hand lifted again, but this ti pointed at Ahmair: "Tell your people to avoid conflict with the governnt army; otherwise, the coalition will surely support the governnt army. If you want to battle with our army, then go ahead and escalate the situation!"
"Damn it!"
Rod's scolding indeed jolted Ahmair awake.
It was as if he suddenly saw himself from outside the situation.
He saw his identity clearly.
He saw the identity of this Ard Organization he was part of.
That's right.
The Central Intelligence Agency is assisting them covertly right now.
But only covertly.
This must not be exposed.
Exposure ans death.
He had no choice but to return to the radio and start contacting those reinforcents.
Now the situation had beco sowhat unusual, just as Ahmair turned to leave, an agent ca over and reported to Rod, "Sothing doesn't feel right."
Rod frowned and asked, "What's wrong?"
"Co and take a look."
The agent led Rod to the computer, pointed at the screen, and said, "For nearly an hour, the 'People's Power' troops haven't shown any signs of movent. It's like they've disappeared..."
Rod leaned in towards the screen.
In the footage, drones circled around the town where "People's Power" resided.
The high-definition reconnaissance cara opened infrared mode in the night sky.
The ard forces surrounding the town were gone.
The town itself seed to have very few living people visible.
Everyone appeared as if they had vanished.
"Are you sure that nearly two thousand people were deployed here before?"
"Yes, I indeed saw a large number of ard personnel entering the town before. They were supposed to be deploying for an attack, but after they entered the town, they disappeared."
"Could they all be hiding in the houses?"
"It's possible, but aren't they supposed to launch the offensive tonight? It's unlikely there hasn't been any troop movent for so long..."
"Weird..."
Rod was utterly baffled and scratched his chin, unable to figure out the reason even after thinking for a long ti.
"Keep an eye on them, make sure we grasp their every move the mont they act."
"Okay."
While Rod and his subordinates were confused in the I5I5 command center, in the northwest of Illiguo in the direction of Dahook, five trucks covered with canvas were driving towards the border of Siria.
Inside the truck, Song Heping looked at Jabbar in front of him, pointing to Gelashuk Town on the electronic map and said, "Are you sure Baghdadi is hiding there?"
"Absolutely sure."
The Persian Agent Jabbar assured Song Heping confidently: "Our people in Siria have been watching Baghdadi. He has four wives, and the one he loves most has been living in Siria all year round. Recently, this favorite third wife suddenly left Deir ez-Zor for Gelashuk. Our intelligence analysts combined these recent events and speculated that Baghdadi might have entered Siria to hide from you."
He spread his hands and said, "You know, Baghdadi has always been extrely cautious. He knows he has provoked you and is familiar with your capabilities, so entering Siria is the safest option."
Song Heping asked, "If we cross the border like this, will the Sirian military intercept us?"
"Don't worry!"
Jabbar revealed a smile, "This route was most frequently used by smugglers. We are very familiar with it. There won't be anyone there, and if there are, they are under our control. It used to be within the Freedom Army's control, but since you wiped out the Freedom Army, it has been occupied by the Madheh Army; now, it's controlled by our people."
"Oh... I see..."
Song Heping rembered the past.
The Freedom Army was a local ard force in Illiguo, supported by the Kurd Ard Forces and was entrenched in the northwest region.
Back then, Song Heping directly targeted their headquarters for the safety of the oil fields.
Since then, the Freedom Army had existed in na only.
The Madheh Army was a pro-Shiye Sect ard force, covertly supported by Avanti.
With the demise of the Freedom Army, the Madheh Army, which had always been their rival in the northwest region, took the opportunity to take over their territory.
To say they are our own people is not an overstatent at all.
After getting clarification on all matters, the satellite phone on Song Heping's tactical vest suddenly vibrated.
He took it out and saw that it was Samir contacting him.
"Samir, how's the situation on your side?"
"Following your orders, we disbanded and entered civilian hos after entering the town. Now, even drones overhead wouldn't be able to detect us. However, waiting like this... my subordinates are quite bewildered..."
"Alright, don't rush. There will be plenty of opportunities to fight." Song Heping said, "I reckon that the CIA's people must have t up with I5I5 by now. They have drones to help them out, so a head-on clash won't be to your advantage."
"But we can't just wait like this..." Samir said, "After all, I've mobilized so many people this ti, it's a full-scale deploynt. Having so many convene here yet not firing a single shot, they're bound to feel disgruntled."
Song Heping sneered: "Samir, to be a proper leader of an Ard Organization, you must have an authoritative presence. If you can't even control your own subordinates, what's the point of being a leader? How could you command your troops in the future? Tell them it's part of the plan. Ask them to hold their horses. Once the fighting starts on the Sirian side, the CIA will surely realize they've been tricked. Drones, reinforcents, everything will be deployed to rescue Baghdadi. That's when their coordination will fall apart. Then if you make your move, you'll achieve twice the results with half the effort! Get it?"
"I get it, I get it..."
Samir would never dare say "no" in front of Song Heping.
Despite having left the company for so many years.
But this kind of influence, akin to one of bloodline suppression, always reduced him to a subordinate role in front of Song Heping.
After the call ended, Song Heping gently lifted the tarp on the truck.
The trucks following behind were closely tailing, and under the moonlight, the dust kicked up by the wheels was visible.
The weather tonight is excellent, with a clear moon and sparse stars, an apt night for a massacre.
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