Red Sea, "Lincoln" Aircraft Carrier Combat Command Center.
Kessler stared at the real-ti drone footage on the big screen, his brow furrowed.
"Sothing's not right, it looks like fighting has started."
He pointed at the firefights inside the refinery.
"This isn't a small-scale conflict, this is an all-out brawl."
Coleman moved closer to the screen, adjusted the focus of the MQ-9 "Predator" drone footage, and enlarged the view.
In the footage, militants were crazily shooting, RPG rockets constantly exploding, and the entire refinery was thrown into chaos.
"Who's Abdul's people fighting?"
Coleman frowned.
Kessler thought for a mont and said, "I estimate Song Heping has made his move!"
Coleman's eyes went cold: "If Song Heping is inside, now is the best opportunity."
Kessler hesitated for less than a second, then nodded: "Notify the flight deck, prepare for an airstrike."
On the carrier's deck, two F-15E "Strike Eagle" fighters had already completed pre-heating, the engines roaring deafeningly.
Ground personnel quickly checked the mounted GBU-31 "JDAM" joint direct attack munitions to ensure that the fuses were normal.
"Pilots in place!"
"Weapons systems confird!"
"Permission to take off!"
The catapult system instantly started, and the first F-15E shot into the night sky like an arrow departing from the bowstring.
anwhile, three MQ-9 "Predator" drones, long deployed over Mogadishu, Somalia, had locked onto the refinery coordinates.
"Hellfire Missiles, launch."
"Whoosh—whoosh—whoosh—"
Six AGM-114 "Hellfire" missiles streaked across the sky, precisely hitting the core areas of the refinery.
"Boom! Boom! Boom!"
The explosion's flas instantly engulfed the entire factory area, the high-temperature blast waves tossing bodies into the air, steel structures twisting and deforming under the shockwaves.
Sajia and Abdul simultaneously looked up, despairingly staring at the sky.
"It's drones!" Hal scread: "We've been bombed! Who's bombing us!?"
"Song Heping... that bastard..."
Sajia gritted his teeth, quickly thought of sothing, and frantically pulled out a satellite phone from his pocket, dialing Song Heping's number.
This satellite phone was given to him by Song Heping, said to be convenient for contact...
"Beep... beep... the number you dialed cannot be reached..."
Sajia's face turned pale instantly.
"Looks like we've really been fooled..."
"Then let's run, boss!"
Hal's face was ashen.
Though this guy is dumb, he's not an idiot.
"Retreat! Everyone retreat! Leave Mogadishu!"
Sajia frantically led his n in a breakout attempt from the refinery.
Gunshots everywhere.
Crossfire everywhere.
Fighting everywhere.
Mutual fighting.
Mutual killing!
Bullets whizzed past their ears.
The people around them fell one by one...
Sajia was a figure known for being able to fight and kill in Somali ard groups.
After a reckless breakthrough, at the cost of more than twenty lives, they finally reached the edge of the refinery zone.
"Boss, our car is just ahead! Quick, get in!"
Hal saw a glimr of hope.
Sajia glanced at his confidant, blood-soaked with an ear half shot off, and for a mont was overwheld with grief.
He wanted to sell Song Heping for a good price, wanted to play both ends, but his plans backfired.
Did not expect, after calculating everything, he put himself into the calculations.
Song Heping was more cunning than himself.
He actually used him in return.
The sudden missiles in the sky were likely from the Aricans.
Song Heping knew he was a target for CIA. If he deliberately leaked information to CIA, making them think he would co here, then...
"Damn it! I'm so stupid!"
He slapped himself hard.
"Boss, what are you doing, let's run!"
"Run!"
Sajia snapped back to his senses.
"Until we reach the car, everyone retreat!"
The subordinates, relieved, flocked around Sajia, racing toward the parking spot.
As they reached the car, Hal opened the car door for Sajia.
"Boss, quickly get in!"
This subordinate was truly loyal.
This made Sajia feel quite touched.
"Hal, you get in too!"
After a mont of brotherly affection, Hal just got in the car, yet hadn't started it when Sajia suddenly heard a strange sound.
He sharply looked up at the sky.
The next second, four 2000-pound "JDAM" bombs dropped from the F-15E whizzed towards them.
"Boom—"
The entire refinery beca a sea of fire in a thunderous explosion, flas towering high, black smoke shrouding the night sky.
The explosive force flipped over the vehicles outside the factory.
Sajia crawled out of the car, his head buzzing, the surroundings doubling from the impact of the explosion.
He looked down at his blood-soaked hands, the pain from his ear making him black out.
"Boss! Run!"
Hal climbed out of the car, tugging at his arm, voice hoarse.
"Too late..."
Sajia snapped back, looking up the sky.
That sound...
Like Grim Reaper whispering.
Another 2000-pound GBU-31 "JDAM" joint directed attack munition was already whizzing towards them.
Boom—
The entire refinery, inside and out, was instantly devoured by fire.
Sajia's last conscious thought was only one—
Song Heping... you damn double-crossed !
A few hours later.
Morocco, Casablanca.
Song Heping stood on the rooftop of a deserted factory, the night sea breeze brushing past his tactical mask, revealing those icy eyes.
"Did you confirm the location?"
He asked in a low voice.
Through the earpiece ca the voice of Grey Wolf: "Confird, the MI6 safe house is in Blue Zone Villa No. 3, six agents, two shifts, Henry is held in the basent."
The corners of Song Heping's mouth slightly curled up.
"Very good."
He raised his hand and made a tactical gesture.
In the shadow behind him, two teams of fully ard "Musician" mbers silently dispersed.
They wore all-black combat uniforms, equipped with HK416A5 rifles, silencers attached to the muzzles, and night vision goggles glowed with a ghostly green light.
Song Heping checked his weapon and issued a command in the channel: "Action."
Outside the MI6 safe house, two agents were leaning against the wall smoking.
"That guy Henry has a tough mouth, apart from saying so things when using the truth serum, he didn't reveal any insider information about the 'Musician' company, especially its internal connections with the US Army, which is our bargaining chip, and now Lady M is running out of patience."
One of them spoke in a low voice.
"Who cares, anyway the CIA people will take over tomorrow, and they'll investigate then..."
Before he could finish his words, a 7.62mm subsonic bullet precisely pierced his temple.
"Puff!"
The body fell silently to the ground.
The other agent just wanted to draw his gun when the second bullet had already pierced his throat.
"Team 1, periter cleared."
Hunter's voice ca through the communication channel.
Song Heping stepped out of the shadows and kicked open the back door of the safe house.
"Bang!"
The mont the lock shattered, alarms blared inside the house.
"Enemy attack!"
In the darkness, an MI6 agent just rushed out of the corridor, running straight into the muzzle of Song Heping's gun.
Tap tap tap—
A burst of three, the agent's chest exploded in a splash of blood as he fell back.
"Team 2, breach!"
Six "Musician" mbers quickly dispersed, advancing along the corridor in pairs.
At the basent door, the last two MI6 agents raised MP5 submachine guns and sprayed bullets frantically.
"Suppress!"
Song Heping growled.
Disaster Star imdiately threw a shock bomb.
"Boom!"
The intense light and loud noise rendered the two agents instantly helpless.
Song Heping rushed forward, smashing the butt of a gun onto one agent's nose, knocking him directly to the ground.
The other tried to struggle, but Disaster Star shot him in the head.
"Where's Henry?"
Song Heping asked coldly to the agent whose nose was bleeding profusely.
The blood-covered agent grinned viciously: "Do you... do you know who you've ssed with?"
"I know, just MI6."
Song Heping didn't waste more words and pulled the trigger.
"Bang!"
The body hit the ground.
"Search!"
Thirty seconds later, Song Heping found Henry in the basent.
He was tied to an interrogation chair, covered in blood, but his eyes were still as sharp as knives.
"Song..."
Henry grinned, his teeth stained with blood.
"I knew you would co."
"Henry, I owe you a big one, it's been tough on you these days."
Song Heping cut the ropes and pulled him up.
"Can you walk?"
Henry flexed his wrists, smirked coldly: "I can still kill."
Song Heping tossed him a Glock 17.
"Then let's fight our way out."
Six hours later.
A video suddenly appeared on a certain encrypted channel of the Dark Web.
Title: [Thanks for MI6's Warm Hospitality]
In the video, Song Heping stood in front of the ruins of the MI6 safe house, stepping on the body of an MI6 agent.
"Dear viewers, tonight's performance was spectacular."
Song Heping's voice was cold and mocking: "The gentlen of MI6 tried to extract intelligence from my people, too bad... they overestimated themselves."
The cara switched to show the Somali oil refinery in flas.
"Additionally, thanks to the CIA's air support for clearing out Abdul this trouble for ."
Toward the end of the video, Song Heping raised a blood-stained MI6 agent badge to the cara with a sneer:
"Next ti, rember to send soone more professional."
—Video ends.
Within hours after the video was released.
CIA Headquarters, Langley.
Deputy Director Pence stared at the screen, his face pale.
"We've been played..."
Before him, Kester looked utterly embarrassed: "SIR, it's my mistake... Song Heping wasn't even in the refinery! He deliberately let MI6 capture Henry, then used him to send false information, making us mistakenly think he would go to Mogadishu on the 15th, thus luring us to deploy the Navy to bomb the refinery! This operation failed, and I should take responsibility..."
Pence sighed, leaning back in his seat.
Not just Kester, myself included, got played?
Including Kelly...
"It's not your oversight, it's just that Song Heping is too cunning..."
London, MI6 Headquarters.
Lady M watched the video on the Dark Web, her fingers trembling slightly.
"Six elite agents... all wiped out?"
Coleman whispered: "Ma'am, Song Heping is more dangerous than we thought."
Lady M took a deep breath and slowly uttered two words:
"Kill him."
Casablanca, the safe house.
Henry downed an entire bottle of whiskey, wiping the blood from the corner of his mouth.
"What do we do next? CIA and MI6 will hunt us like madn."
Song Heping stood by the window, looking at the distant horizon, and said calmly:
"Let them co."
He turned around, his eyes sharp as a knife.
"I'll make them understand..."
"What real war ans."
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