Baghdadi sat on the carpet in the room, watching his two sons fight over a toy gun.
He smiled as he watched his two sons.
They were his seventh and eighth children.
Both were born to his third wife.
Baghdadi was very clear about what he wanted.
And also very clear about what he was doing.
In his line of work, it was possible to et a violent end sooner or later.
Therefore, continuing the family lineage beca extrely important.
That's why he married four wives and was desperate to have children.
Up until now, he already had nine offspring.
Ever since the attack on the "People's Power" failed that day, he had been warned by the Central Intelligence Agency that Song Heping might be coming to seek revenge.
He had no previous grudges with Song Heping.
He had brought this calamity upon himself by following orders from the Secret Action Departnt of the Central Intelligence Agency.
He, Baghdadi, did not usually regard a PMC company as a threat.
With thousands of guns under his command, should he be afraid of a small PMC company?
But after so investigation, he realized he had stirred up big trouble this ti.
This Song Heping was not an ordinary person.
In just a few years, he had grown an obscure PMC company into a formidable one, secured US Army logistics transportation contracts, and managed to hold his ground in the northwest, unafraid of the Kurd Ard forces; even the Freedom Army that once road the northwest border was reportedly taken down by him.
What truly chilled him was being told by old mbers of the "Salafi" brigade he had gathered that they knew this person.
It was he who led a squad to directly take out a stronghold near the water station, killing over a hundred people.
Hearing this, Baghdadi imdiately beca anxious.
He decided to hide in Siria.
After all, the Song na had influence in Illiguo, not here.
After coming here, Baghdadi heard a piece of news that made him even more horrified.
A supervisor from the Secret Action Departnt of the Central Intelligence Agency who was sent to Illiguo to pursue Song Heping and his action team were ambushed by Song Heping on the way to the Green Zone from the airport; the supervisor died on the spot, several mbers of the action team were killed, along with a few from the security detail of the naval and land forces.
Madman!
Baghdadi's current assessnt of Song Heping had risen to the level of insanity.
That's Illiguo!
It's Arican territory; even he wouldn't dare to openly attack coalition forces there.
And the boss of a PMC company actually dared?!
Lucky he hid in Siria.
Otherwise, facing such a psychotic killer, a slip could an losing his life in Illiguo.
According to intelligence, tonight was the ti when Song Heping would join the "People's Power" forces to launch an attack on his organization's stronghold within Illiguo.
But until now, his phone hadn't rung once.
Before leaving Illiguo, he had told his trusted deputy Ahmair to report the situation to him as soon as the fight started tonight.
However, it was already eleven o'clock at night.
The phone had not rung at all.
This made Baghdadi sowhat unsettled.
"Tara, take the children to the next room; I need to pray," he said.
He called his third wife to take the children away.
The noise of the children made it impossible for him to think quietly.
Although he was quite fond of these children on normal days, tonight he needed peace.
"Okay..."
The obedient third wife Tara tactfully took the children away.
After the door closed, Baghdadi sat on the carpet and ditated for a while, but eventually, he could not suppress the restlessness in his heart, and reached out to pick up the mobile phone that was placed to the side.
"Ahmair, what's the situation over there? Has the fight started?"
"Not yet, boss, the CIA personnel have arrived too. After dispersing their forces to the north and south of us, they just vanished into thin air on the drone surveillance footage,"
"Vanished?"
Baghdadi was montarily stunned.
"What do you an?"
"Don't know, just can't see them in the drone footage anymore."
"Be careful, I heard China People are very cunning, don't let them launch a sneak attack…"
"I know, the drone is monitoring from above, a sneak attack is impossible."
"Have the reinforcents arrived yet?"
"No, there's been trouble, they were stopped at the border by the Illigo Governnt Army…"
As the two were speaking, several trucks drove into the woods outside Gelashuk Town.
When the trucks' tarps were opened, a group of South Arican Special Soldiers jumped out.
After getting out of the vehicle, Song Heping said to Jiang Feng, "You organize people to spread out and set up defenses, I'll go in with Jabbar and take a look."
Having said that, he handed over his assault rifle and other weapons to Jiang Feng, then took a long robe from the vehicle and put it on over his clothes, wrapping a headscarf around his head.
The advantage of the Arabic long robe is that it's loose enough to conceal weapons.
"My people are already in the town, they've been keeping an eye on Baghdadi's house for a long ti. That guy has been hiding inside ever since he ca from Illigo and hasn't shown his face."
"Hmm, we need to be sure."
Song Heping was a bit worried.
Coming all this way, if it turns out to be a wasted trip, it would be a huge loss.
"I'll go in with you first to take a look, my people will stay here. If we find Baghdadi, then we'll call them in. Otherwise, too many people will make too much noise and easily expose us."
Gelashuk Town isn't very large, a typical Middle Eastern small town.
In recent years, the northwest part of Illigo has been unstable, and many Illigos with relatives here have entered Siria, settling down here to avoid the war, so the population here has actually increased over the last few years.
At eleven o'clock at night, there were very few people moving around in this remote area.
Only so holess people were still picking through the trash under the corners of the walls.
Seeing two pedestrians entering the town, these drifters briefly gave the strangers dull looks before continuing their scavenging.
Jabbar seed quite familiar with the place.
At least he was clear about the layout of the streets; it was obviously not his first visit.
Soon, he located the agent who had been responsible for watching Baghdadi's movents.
The two agents were about a hundred ters away from Baghdadi's residence, one on the upper floor, the other at the corner of an alley on the ground level, monitoring Baghdadi's whereabouts from different directions.
After a brief rendezvous to confirm identities, the agent on the ground pointed ahead.
"See there? From this angle, looking toward that street corner, there are three people. They are Baghdadi's bodyguards."
Song Heping cautiously peeked around the corner.
About sixty ters away from him, indeed, three people stood near the corner of the alley.
These people were hiding in the shadows beneath the walls, each holding assault rifles.
Song Heping looked around at the surroundings.
The terrain here was quite cluttered.
After all, there was no such thing as planning in a place like a small town.
"Did you guys map out the terrain here?"
He asked the agent.
The agent was taken aback for a mont, then shook his head.
"We're only responsible for surveillance…"
Song Heping sighed inwardly.
Such intelligence agency agents were not professional enough.
He asked, "Is your partner on the rooftop?"
"Yes, we've rented a house here."
"I want to go up and take a look."
After saying that, Song Heping turned and slipped into the building.
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