The "Great Wall" plan was finalized, and Song Heping had a good night's sleep that evening.
In the past six months, describing his movents as wandering is not an exaggeration.
Being hunted by world-class intelligence agencies was definitely not a pleasant feeling. Surviving it already made him a top-tier figure, let alone launching counterattacks like he did.
Actually, Song Heping was unaware that his series of outstanding counterattack actions had already caused a sensation.
Of course, this sensation wasn't on the surface but rather in the intelligence and rcenary circles.
Now everyone knows about this peculiar figure in the defense world. Initially involved in defense, he collaborated and made a fortune with Aricans, later on cooperated in controlling xico's drug trafficking circles, then suddenly turned hostile, was blacklisted in the U.S. counter-terrorism operations, and beca one of the top ten most wanted alongside Brother Deng.
The most surprising aspect is not the turns of events, after all, Aricans often engaged in such reckless acts of raising a tiger to their peril.
Back then, Brother Deng was also developed by Aricans in Afghan to use local ard organizations to drag down the Soviets, but once the Soviets were finally dragged down, Brother Deng bit back at the Aricans.
What's most shocking is that after Brother Deng was put on the bounty list, he could only hide in caves, disappearing from the world, living a reclusive life to preserve his life.
However, this Chinese nad Song didn't hide his identity for safety, but instead, fought back, directly taking out several groups of Special Forces mbers and intelligence agency agents who ca to eliminate him, including from the CIA, Mossad, and the famous MI6.
He was very tired.
After the Mogadishu operation, he felt like a long-suppressed spring suddenly relaxed, followed by fatigue.
He wanted to call ho, but under the current circumstances, calling his younger siblings was obviously not a good choice.
Sotis he thought about what his old unit's leaders would think upon seeing his current situation?
Would they feel pressured to clean house?
But on second thought, that seed unlikely.
Because previously, Captain Lei had sent soone to rescue him.
Just based on this, he could roughly gauge his old unit's attitude towards him.
He was really not afraid of the CIA, nor MI6, but if Captain Lei were to co for a purge, he would probably have no escape.
However, ever since he embarked on this path, it seed he had never hard his country's interests, a bottom line Song Heping consistently adhered to.
He always believed that no one could benefit by betraying their own country.
This is beyond doubt.
Thinking about this, he felt slightly relieved.
In the coming days, before entering Darfur to launch the "Great Wall" plan, Song Heping had many things to handle.
Dealing with the joint killing efforts of the top three intelligence agencies was no easy task; any misstep could lead to total ruin.
He now had so armored vehicles, and light weapons were not an issue, the problem lay in air defense and reconnaissance equipnt.
Drones were the thing Song Heping envied most.
He must get his hands on them.
In actions in Mogadishu and prior, he had seen the power of drones.
These things were simply like opening a Heavenly Eye; having them or not made a huge difference.
He had to get them!
He had to get so.
But where to get them?
He could rob the Aricans, previously during his actions in South Sudan he had captured two "Big Crows" from a Special Forces unit posing as the UN, and in the recent days, Henry and Collins were studying those two "Big Crows", aiming to unlock certain software inside them for modification and use in their upcoming operation.
However, two drones were not enough.
He would need more in the future.
Where to get them?
Song Heping recalled working briefly at Huaqiang North in SZ years ago, where it was like an underground workshop of the world's electronic products, where anything could be replicated.
If one of the Big Crows was disassembled and sent to Huaqiang North, could a replica not be made?
Even if not fully replicated, sothing that could work would be better than nothing.
Military-grade items were hard to obtain, and Song Heping felt that achieving even half the performance would be satisfactory.
Thinking about it more, in the silent black night, Song Heping's eyelids grew heavier, finally, he drifted into slumber.
As Song Heping slept soundly into dreamland, in so mountainous hinterland of an eastern country after a six or seven-hour inspection, a dark green jeep sped along a mountain road, and after entering the mountainous area and passing a mountain road with a "Military Control Zone" warning sign on the roadside, finally stopped at a gate with a plaque that read "203 Base Breeding Site".
Heavily ard guards checked the procedures and docuntation before opening the gate to let them through.
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The jeep continued to speed through the camp.
This camp is very large, hidden deep in the mountains.
Although it's called a breeding base, besides so vegetable gardens, there's a vast training ground equipped with special obstacle courses and shooting ranges that only top-tier special forces would have.
Five minutes later, the jeep stopped in front of an unremarkable three-story white building, and a colonel jumped out of the car.
The guard on duty glanced at the other party, stepped forward to stop him, and then checked the credentials and docunts again.
After verifying that everything was in order, he escorted the person to the conference room on the third floor.
The conference room was brightly lit at this ti, with two generals displaying ranks and a senior colonel seated around the oval conference table.
The colonel saluted formally, and one of the generals pointed to a chair in front: "Staff Officer He, not taking a break and so eager to see us, could it be that the youngster from our side has caused so kind of trouble?"
Before the general finished speaking, the senior colonel opposite had already spoken: "Staff Officer He, from what I understand, Song Heping would absolutely not harm the country. Three months ago, I was still in touch with him. Are you here in such a hurry because he's done sothing out of line this ti?"
Staff Officer He wanted to say sothing but didn't know where to start, so he just shook his head and waved his hands: "The situation is very complicated, could the chiefs give a little ti? I'll sit down, organize all the intelligence, and then report from the beginning."
Very soon, an orderly brought and placed tea in front of Staff Officer He.
Staff Officer He took out a laptop from his briefcase, and then a stack of docunts, which he placed on the table, distributing a copy to each of the other three.
"I'm not sure if your intelligence group has these materials. The latest news is that, according to our information, Song Heping seems to be planning a major operation, directly confronting the CIA, MI6, and Mossad. The headquarters chiefs have taken notice of this and sent to discuss whether intervention is necessary to prevent bigger problems."
"Intervention?"
Lei Ming had been flipping through the materials continuously.
Instead of worry, his eyes showed a hint of delight.
"Why intervene? He's not one of us now, he's the boss of a defense company, an independent entity, with no ties to us. As long as he's not doing anything harmful to the country, we truly don't need to interfere."
"The issue is, the chiefs are concerned about whether he might cause any harm to the local people, affecting our reputation."
"I see no impact."
One of the generals, who was a political commissar, spoke: "It's the CIA that's trying to hunt him down, and his partner is instead the Northern Sudan governnt, which is providing shelter. Even the Aricans couldn't intervene in this, so why should we?"
After saying this, he put down the materials and looked across at Lei Ming.
"Lei Ming, I have to criticize you, youngster."
"Political Commissar, why criticize ?"
Lei Ming was sowhat surprised.
"Hey!"
The political commissar picked up the materials and tapped them with his finger.
"Such an excellent young man, how did you let him go back then?"
"I didn't let him go; he requested to leave on his own. Could I have stopped him?" Lei Ming said, "He indeed had outstanding results in the selection training back then, but he had family issues and talked to for a long ti. I understood him. Going back to take care of his younger siblings was his duty."
The political commissar was silent for a mont and then said, "Hmm... this youngster can match Qin Fei (the protagonist of the previous work 'Absolute Honor')."
Lei Ming turned to Staff Officer He: "Tell the headquarters that our conclusion is that Song Heping would absolutely not harm our country. Please assure the chiefs. Additionally, please pass on to the chiefs that his commotion there is actually good, as Qin Fei is also in Eritrea now, under significant pressure, and being targeted. If Song Heping stirs things up over there, his pressure might be eased. I see it as a good thing."
"You all seem not to be worried at all..."
Staff Officer He just opened his laptop, smiled bitterly: "Does this an I don't need to do my intelligence analysis next?"
"I think it's unnecessary. In fact, your personal visit seems redundant; you could have just called to ask, couldn't you?"
Lei Ming smiled as he closed the materials.
Staff Officer He shook his head: "Do you know why I had to co personally? Let tell you, it's best to classify Song Heping's file under the highest confidentiality level, because we've discovered soone internally is investigating him through different channels."
"Investigating him?" Lei Ming's expression stiffened for a mont, then he smirked: "It's probably to investigate what kind of unit we are, right?"
Staff Officer He nodded: "It seems that way, but they won't find results for now. You are independently supervised by the headquarters, non-existent units, low-level personnel wouldn't know, unless..."
"I understand."
The political commissar said: "I will personally seal Song Heping's file. All electronic archives will be deleted. This way, even if the other party investigates, unless they co to this archive room to take Song's file, they can only check his ordinary service history, not this."
"Then I'm relieved." Staff Officer He felt a sense of relief, stood up and said: "Then I'll take my leave."
"Leaving?"
"Yes, why in such a hurry to leave? Our cafeteria is open 24 hours. Have a al before you go."
"No, no, there's still a pile of things to do at headquarters."
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