In the underground eting room of the safe house in Khartoum, twelve core mbers of the "Musician" defense sat around a scarred oak table.
Song Heping stood in front of the electronic tactical board, his finger tracing over the high-resolution satellite map of the Darfur region.
"Old squad leader, the initial screening for the new batch of two hundred people has been completed."
Jiang Feng opened the personnel roster, the scar over his left eye appearing particularly fierce in the dim light.
"Forty-seven of them have Special Forces backgrounds, and the rest are battle-hardened veterans from various countries."
White Bear — a forr mber of the Russian Army's parachute assault team tapped the table with thick fingers: "What about equipnt? Our current arsenal consists of light weapons, and to fight against those Aricans, British, and Daishe Bird Country elites, we'll need sothing better, otherwise, how do we combat them?"
"Yes, especially drones, they're simply unstoppable."
Hunter recalled the previous bombing of the Mogadishu refinery, feeling a lingering fear.
"I've already thought of a solution for this problem." Song Heping brought up another list: "Northern Sudan has agreed to provide Soviet-made light weapons and twenty modified BTR-80s. But we'll have to procure other defensive weapons and heavy equipnt on our own."
"I've heard there's a batch of decommissioned French VAB armored vehicles on the black market," Henry ntioned with confidence, "Soone from an African Union country's military is eager to sell them, and they can be exchanged with gold."
A light chuckle ca from a corner of the eting room.
"Looks like we're going to be the modern-day 'Lords of War'."
It was Ferrari speaking.
"It seems we'll need to get so air defense missiles from Illiguo next ti. Sadam's forr army left many ready-to-use SAM missile systems, which I think would be perfect for us. The issue is that place is heavily watched now, acquiring SAM missiles won't be easy."
"I'll handle this. To neutralize their air power, the best thod is to raid their frontline command post. Typically, they establish a forward command center in the target area for deploying and directing operations. Attacking this point would sever the coordination and relay between their air strength and headquarters, rendering their aircraft and drones blind."
"How will you obtain the coordinates of their command post?"
Ferrari was curious.
Song Heping had long contacted Simon.
The head of the CIA Illigo Station had so authority and found useful information.
Moreover.
Simon had a weakness in his hand.
He dared not disobey, nor betray him.
Otherwise, even if he died, Simon wouldn't survive either. Those unspeakable acts would imdiately be sent to the CIA Langley Headquarters, leaving Simon with nothing.
Now, they were a community of interests.
If he lived well, Simon lived well.
Song Heping zood in on a coordinate on the computer in the Darfur border area: "In three days, I will 'publicly' inspect this location. Omar has already arranged for local dia interviews, and the news will spread throughout Khartoum's diplomatic circles."
Jiang Feng straightened up suddenly: "You're going to be bait again?"
"Kind of, with these top intelligence agencies, relying on just us won't work without risking a little and paying a price. As for my personal safety, isn't it in your hands? As long as you take out their command post using the coordinates I provide, I won't die. If I die, it ans your operation failed."
"Now, they really want dead. To them, I'm the ultimate attraction. As long as I appear, they'll dispatch elite special forces at all costs to eliminate , which will instead lead them to make judgnt errors."
Song Heping pulled out a building blueprint, "This is an abandoned refinery fifteen kiloters from the inspection point. According to intelligence from my informant, the CIA North Africa operations command is located here."
White Bear whistled: "You want to take them all down in one go?"
"You'll get their real-ti coordinates then."
Song Heping's fingertip pointed at the center of the refinery.
"Is your informant reliable?"
Ferrari was still uneasy.
"Don't worry, if I die, he won't survive either."
Disaster Star frowned: "It's too risky. Even if successful, the CIA will retaliate madly."
"So they must believe it's the work of local militants."
Song Heping looked at Henry.
"I need a perfect false flag operation plan, and then you'll have to fabricate fake information and intelligence to release. Understand what I an?"
"Understood."
Henry ntally reassured himself: "We can use the seized 'Islamic Maghreb' organization radio frequencies, along with a few pre-prepared corpses... technically feasible."
"What about the action teams?" Jiang Feng asked.
Song Heping pulled up the personnel files: "The new two hundred people are divided into four groups. Group A, fifty elites under your command, will be responsible for raiding the command post; Group B, eighty people led by White Bear, will ambush on the periter of the inspection point; Group C, sixty people as a rapid reaction force; the remaining ten will be incorporated into Henry's cyber warfare team."
"The troops are still too scattered." Disaster Star pointed out a risk point, "If the CIA, MI6, and Mossad's action teams all deploy..."
"That's why we need this." Song Heping opened a safe and took out six tal tubes marked with radiation symbols.
"These were acquired by Ferrari from the Russians, thorium-232 powder. Sprinkled around the inspection point, it can disable all electronic reconnaissance equipnt for fifteen minutes."
White Bear grinned: "A dirty bomb? That's impressive."
"Non-radioactive, but enough to cause panic," Song Heping said calmly, "When their communications are disrupted, Group A will raid the command post, and Group B will take out the incoming special forces."
Henry suddenly raised his hand: "What if the CIA doesn't take the bait?"
Song Heping's lips curled slightly: "Then release information telling them I am eting with the Persian Revolutionary Guard representatives there to discuss the transfer of uranium enrichnt technology."
The eting room fell silent.
Everyone realized the weight of this fake intelligence — enough to mobilize all Western intelligence agencies.
"Madman..." Disaster Star murmured, but there was a gleam of excitent in his eyes.
Jiang Feng stood up: "Old squad leader, let lead the raid on the command post."
Song Heping shook his head: "No problem, I'll be the bait then."
"It's too dangerous!" several people objected simultaneously.
Song Heping's gaze swept across every face: "Precisely because it's dangerous, I have to go. Simon only recognizes my voice, and the action plan needs on-site adjustnts." He paused, "Besides, I want to personally deliver a 'gift' to Deputy Director Pence."
He opened a tablet, playing an encrypted video: a CIA North Africa deputy station chief trading with a Libyan arms dealer. "This video will automatically upload to the dark web 24 hours after the action ends, enough to cause chaos at Langley for a while."
The eting continued until dawn. After everyone else left, Jiang Feng stayed behind alone: "Old squad leader, are you sure you want to go this big?"
Song Heping looked out at the slowly brightening sky: "Do you know what's the most exquisite part of the ga of Go?"
"What?"
"While seemingly defending, you're already attacking." Song Heping put away the map, "Western intelligence agencies treat us as pawns, I want to make them understand that pawns can also take down the player."
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