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Mid-month, the 15th.
Red Sea vicinity, on the sea.
Red Sea, Lincoln aircraft carrier combat command room, 15th 06:00
"Song Heping will definitely co."
He whispered, his gaze fixed intently on every moving target on the screen.
CIA Operations Director Kessler stood by, a cold smile on his lips: "The intelligence Henry provided is very complete, they will launch an attack today, the target is Abdul."
He pulled out another docunt, detailing Sajia's profile.
"Furthermore, Song Heping found an insider in Somalia—Sajia, a small warlord, who has M72 rockets and a batch of Soviet-made arms."
Coleman squinted: "Will Sajia take him into the city?"
"Yes."
Kessler swiped his fingers on the screen, displaying the combat deploynt of the US Army aircraft carrier in the Red Sea.
"Song Heping will definitely blend into Sajia's group. As soon as he shows his head, our 'Grim Reaper' drone will lock onto him."
Coleman watched the real-ti image of the MQ-9 drone on the screen, his lips slightly upturned.
This operation seems certain to succeed.
And after the operation, the report he submitted to M would undoubtedly be impressive.
After all, he had single-handedly brought this matter to fruition.
Thinking about this, he couldn't help but want to laugh.
"What about Abdul?" he suddenly rembered sothing: "He is our 'collaborative partner.'
Kessler revealed a cold smile: "Terrorists fighting, accidentally injuring allies, isn't that quite normal?"
The two exchanged a glance, knowingly smiling.
Somalia, outside Mogadishu city, 15th 08:30
Sajia clutched the satellite phone, his knuckles turning white from the force.
"Song Heping! Are you fucking with ?!" He growled into the receiver, "We agreed to take action at the port, where are you now?!"
On the other end, Song Heping's voice sounded very indifferent: "I'm already here, eight kiloters outside the city, at the abandoned refinery, the rendezvous point. Co, and I'll contact you when you're on site."
Sajia's temples were throbbing intensely, he suppressed his anger and growled: "Are you fucking crazy?! Abdul's n have already set up a trap at the port, waiting for you to appear! Now you're changing plans, are you trying to kill everyone?!"
"I'm calling the shots now, after all, at this point you have no way to turn back." Song Heping chuckled lightly: "Sajia, you now have two choices—"
"First, co et honestly, follow my new plan."
"Second..."
He paused, his voice suddenly cold.
"Our deal is off, I will inform Abdul through special channels about your cooperation with , and then cancel all upcoming arms support, how's that?"
Sajia's blood froze instantly.
It wasn't about wanting the upcoming arms, but at this point, without locating Song Heping this would an not being able to act at all.
If Song Heping doesn't appear, the consequences will be severe.
What would Abdul think?!
Would he suspect that Sajia was orchestrating a drama in front of him to claim credit?
Now it was like Sajia and Song Heping planned a play together, but in the end Song Heping, the lead, disappeared right as the setup was ready.
This is a disaster!
The spectators would only ask for their money back.
Abdul would want his life!
"You're blackmailing !"
He clenched his teeth audibly.
Song Heping didn't respond but said indifferently: "See you in an hour, don't keep waiting too long."
The call was disconnected, Sajia stood there, cold sweat soaking through his shirt.
He kicked over a nearby oil drum, the tallic clang echoing through the empty warehouse.
"Damn it!"
He should have thought of it—how could soone like Song Heping completely trust him?
But now, he had no way back.
However, he didn't know that more severe and dramatic events lay ahead.
One thing he did understand.
Song Heping indeed wasn't worth trusting, because Song Heping never trusted him from the start.
Morocco, Casablanca, 15th 09:00
Ferrari pushed open the hotel suite's door, Song Heping was sitting on the sofa, holding a cup of coffee, looking calm.
"So, all of this was your setup?"
Sitting on the sofa, Ferrari asked in a deep voice.
Song Heping looked at him, his lips slightly curving: "Otherwise?"
Ferrari took a deep breath, trying to suppress his shock: "Henry getting caught was intentional? You knew he would leak false information in advance?"
Song Heping nodded: "Henry and I had discussed it, he purposely let Coleman capture him so that he could feed the 'Mogadishu operation' intel to the CIA."
Nura stood by the window, playing with a tactical dagger, sneering: "The Aricans surely think we're stupidly heading to Mogadishu, waiting to be bombed to ashes by their drones."
Ferrari frowned: "What about Sajia? Did he really think you're going to Mogadishu?"
Song Heping took a sip of coffee, said lightly: "Sajia was long ago bought by Abdul, he thought he could lure into a trap, but unfortunately…"
He set down the cup, his gaze cold.
"He's the one being used as a pawn."
Red Sea, Lincoln aircraft carrier combat command room, 15th 10:00
"Sajia has entered the city, we captured him and his troops outside the refinery."
A drone intelligence monitoring officer approached the command table to report to Kessler and Coleman.
"Facial recognition identified Sajia, but didn't find Song Heping."
Kessler imdiately pulled up the surveillance footage onto the screen.
After a while of watching with Coleman, he shook his head: "Damn it! Didn't see anyone nad Song!"
Coleman pointed at the large group of Sajia's n: "I bet he's in there, they've disguised themselves!"
Kessler frowned at the screen.
Watching as Sajia and his n entered the refinery.
Inside and outside the refinery were now crawling with ard personnel, increasing the drone's identification pressure.
"What do we do?!"
Coleman asked Kels.
"Can't identify."
Kels rubbed his hand against his mouth repeatedly.
He was thinking about when to act.
"Let's wait a bit longer... If we still can't identify before the eting ends, then act, just flatten the refinery."
"Sounds good."
Coleman raised his hand and checked the ti.
"I estimate their gathering will last a while, but it should be done by 2 PM, during this ti we have a lot of opportunities to gather their intelligence, to see if Song is present."
"Alright, it's settled then."
Kels felt his heart rate speeding up.
Song Heping.
A top ranked person on the wanted list.
If he could eliminate him...
His future would be promising, the deputy director would definitely utilize him heavily.
So, this chance to make a na for himself could not be missed.
"Before 2 PM when they dismiss, take action!"
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