Mercenaries, I Will Be King Chapter 850 - 789: The Fish Took the Bait

Ten minutes later.

London MI6 Headquarters.

Lady M put down the intelligence summary in her hand, took off her glasses, and rubbed her nose bridge. On the video screen in front of her, Pence's face appeared particularly somber under the blue light.

"Are you sure this intelligence is reliable?" Lady M asked, her voice tinged with fatigue, "Enriched uranium technology? Do you think soone like Song Heping, a PMC company boss, could get hold of this? Even if he could, who would give it to him? China would never be so reckless."

"We've intercepted communications from the head of the Persian Revolutionary Guard's special technology departnt," Pence replied. "He explicitly ntioned a 'gift from the East' and 'ga-changing technology.' The ti and place match Song Heping's schedule."

"The East? Maybe they're referring to Song Heping being from the East," Lady M pondered for a mont. "Given that we've always been limiting Persia's enriched uranium plans, no country would take this risk. Are you being overly sensitive?"

"The Russian factor?"

Mossad's deputy director, Levin, suddenly interjected.

"The information we've obtained shows that one of the forr 'Musicians' defense founders, who was once Song Heping's partner, Yevgeny, is now quite close to the Russian top brass. Could it be the Russians are up to sothing?"

Regarding Persia's enrichnt plans, the Daishe Bird Country is the most sensitive.

After all, if Persia ever possesses mushrooms, their threat is the greatest to them. Mossad dreams of eliminating Persia every day, as their pressure in the ZD region would drastically decrease if Persia ceased to exist.

"That's the most worriso part."

Pence pulled out a file, "Over the past six months, Song Heping has secretly visited Moscow and t with Yevgeny, referred to as the 'Chef,' for secret talks. Even after the Chef left Illiguo, the two remained in contact. Levin's assessnt seems likely. We all know Russians have almost no moral bottom line in transferring mushroom technology."

"If the Russians are using Song Heping as a middleman..."

Lady M's voice turned colder.

"It would completely bypass the existing sanction system."

"Exactly," Pence nodded, "worse, we've received word that the Persians have already prepared a mode of paynt—they could transfer benefits to Song Heping through their oil interests in Venezuela. Song Heping happens to be a distinguished guest there, linked to a military academy under military guise, but in reality, he is the actual controller. This forms a perfect transaction chain."

Lady M stood up, walked to the window, and glanced at the night view of London: "So, you think this unusual small-scale operation by Song Heping..."

"Is a cover," Pence continued. "The fewer the people, the less attention attracted. They may have already routed the technical docunts through other channels to arrive in Darfur, awaiting only the final handover between Song Heping and the Persians."

"Should we take imdiate action?"

Pence hesitated, "The risk is too high. Song Heping is not a normal target. We have suffered significant losses in all his previous operations. According to the data, he once participated in a very mysterious special forces unit in China, but we couldn't find any records. However, if I'm not mistaken, it must be the legendary 203 unit, where we had multiple confrontations with them. Frankly, we gained no advantage, which explains why Song Heping is so formidable. Therefore, we must be extrely cautious; if this operation fails, or worse—if operatives are captured alive..."

"But if we do nothing, the Persians might have weapons-grade enriched uranium in six months."

Lady M turned around, her eyes sharp, "That risk we cannot bear."

The three people on the screen fell into silence.

The video conferencing system emitted a faint buzzing sound, as if it were weighing the pros and cons.

"We absolutely cannot let the technology flow into Persia!"

Levin's tone was the most resolute, being the first to propose the idea of negation.

"If you are too timid to act, we at Mossad will deploy the operation ourselves! Nothing can stop us! Without you, we'll do it ourselves!"

Levin's abruptness caught Lady M's attention.

They were, after all, partners in collaboration.

Now Levin directly showed disdain toward the other two parties, even the MI6 of Great Britain and the CIA of the United States—plainly contemptuous.

They act alone?

Haha, if they ss things up, won't it still be the Aricans who have to clean up the ss?

Lady M looked at Pence, waiting for his final decision.

After all, this matter was more closely related to the Aricans and the Daishe Bird Country.

As for herself...

She rely lost a few n in Song Heping's hands.

Compared to the Aricans and the Daishe Bird Country people, it was insignificant.

Moreover, Lady M was well aware that Aricans were already overstepping boundaries in Africa.

Relying on their national power and capabilities, they were gradually squeezing Gaul and Great Britain's forces out of the Sahel Zone.

Lady M knew exactly what the Aricans wanted.

In front of Pence and Levin, she suddenly seed to step out of the circle and saw herself clearly.

What's the rush?

Haha.

The ones who need to hurry are the Aricans and the Daishe Bird Country people.

Finally, Pence took a deep breath, "I'll apply to the president for a green light. There's a Delta Force team on standby in Djibouti, which can reach Darfur within eight hours."

Levin nodded, "'Wild Boys' units can also provide support. But we need more specific intelligence to confirm the exact content and location of this eting."

"It's already arranged," Pence said, "we have an insider within the Northern Sudan army. If Song Heping does appear with the technical docunts..."

"Then intercept at all costs," Levin coldly stated, "even if it ans direct conflict with the Russians, so be it! We absolutely cannot let the tech docunts fall into Persian hands or into that Avanti of the Revolutionary Guard!"

"Then it's decided."

Pence checked his watch.

"It should be dark there by now. We will imdiately mobilize resources for deploynt; action should start by midnight. The frontline command must be established within 3 hours. In the Belodoba area of Chad, we can set up the command center under the guise of a research team. It's less than a hundred kiloters from Northern Darfur, making it the best frontline point of command. Additionally, our Green Berets deployed in the Sahel region can quickly enter Sudan. With a UN fake identity, they can rapidly deploy through helicopters."

"Disguising as UN personnel again?"

Lady M felt Pence's decision was risky.

"Besides this, madam, do you have a better way to deploy to Northern Darfur in a few hours?" Pence retorted.

Lady M lightly shrugged, "Alright, then let's proceed as you say."

At eight o'clock in the evening.

Darfur's dusk ca suddenly, as if soone had pulled down the curtain of the sky.

Song Heping ordered the convoy to stop by a dried-up riverbed to set up a temporary camp.

The rcenaries worked swiftly and quietly, setting up the camouflage net and a simple alert system within three minutes.

Song Heping walked up a slightly elevated dune, gazing west. The sunset dyed the entire desert a blood-red hue, and the wind blew over the dunes, emitting a low, moaning sound.

He activated an encrypted satellite phone and dialed a number.

"Everything is going smoothly," he said in code, "how are my guests doing?"

There was silence for a few seconds on the other end, followed by a raspy voice, "A storm is forming, expected to reach you in 6 hours."

Finally, it added, "Can you send a ssage before calling next ti? Otherwise, it's easy to get killed!"

"Sorry, Simon, I'll be more careful next ti."

Song Heping hung up the phone, a cold smile appearing at the corner of his mouth.

The storm was their agreed-upon code, referring to the response from Western intelligence agencies.

From the insider information Simon provided, Pence and his team did indeed lose their composure.

The fish were finally biting.