"And the British."
Jiang Feng reminded, "In Africa, their influence is significant, especially around Sudan. I heard Henry ntion they have their own Special Forces deployed here."
"I know, the SAS."
Song Heping sneered, "If that Lady M sitting in a London office isn't stupid, she'd better swallow the loss in Morocco silently. Otherwise, they will suffer even greater losses."
"What do you an?"
"In Morocco, we did take advantage of them and eliminated their guards, but the loss of field agents is quite a normal occurrence. Besides, they shouldn't have targeted Henry. I threw out the bait, and they took it themselves. It's their fault for trying to exchange benefits with the Aricans, thinking they'd found a fat sheep to fleece. Why else do you think they captured Henry? There was no conflict of interest between us before; Henry was just a bargaining chip. Intelligence agencies always have so resource exchanges, the British and Aricans are old allies, but even brothers settle accounts clearly. That's why Lady M had a crooked idea."
He paused for a mont, then continued with a long sigh: "Did you notice any particular characteristics of the bodies you photographed at the joint command center this ti?"
"Characteristics?"
Jiang Feng scratched his head again.
"Aside from them all being foreigners, all dead, all agents, there doesn't seem to be anything special."
"I had Henry post those photos on the dark web to offer a reward for their identification."
Song Heping smiled, turning his head to Jiang Feng: "Guess what result we got?"
"What result?"
Jiang Feng was very curious.
"The people you killed were all CIA and Mossad, not a single MI6 agent."
"Huh?!"
Jiang Feng was dumbfounded.
"You find it strange, right?"
"Very strange... I thought MI6 would surely get involved this ti, at least to avenge their people."
Jiang Feng laughed.
Song Heping said, "You think too highly of people in the intelligence business. These old hands have been playing this ga for years. Their decisions rarely involve personal emotions; it's all about interests..."
"Interests?"
Jiang Feng asked, puzzled, "You an she knew sending people would result in certain death?"
Song Heping sneered, "Not certain death, but very likely. Plus, this matter indicates a clue—"
Jiang Feng quickly asked, "What clue?"
Song Heping said, "Lady M is a sly fox; she figured it out, understand?"
"Figured it out?" Jiang Feng was even more puzzled: "I don't get it."
Song Heping said, "When I got the information from Henry, I was stunned for a long ti before I understood. The British don't want to get involved in the muddy waters between the CIA and Mossad. She's shrewd."
He gestured to himself.
"Why provoke ? Even if I'm just a defense company boss, I'm crazy enough. When she looks up my previous records, do you think she won't feel a chill down her spine? To deal with with full force? The CIA and Mossad used all their resources to co after , along with the so-called 'Elder Council' and their controlled 'Satan Corps.' Which one of them wasn't after my life? But in the end, didn't they all et their end at my hands? She could certainly mobilize SAS or SBS to deal with , but the question is, how many resources is she willing to spend on , how many people die, and what's the benefit of it?"
Jiang Feng was stunned, unable to close his mouth.
"Well... we killed so of their agents, vengeance..."
"More people dying for vengeance, then letting the Aricans reap the benefits?"
Song Heping laughed, "Mossad may care about face, but what's MI6's reason? Kill , and the drug market profits in xico continue to be controlled by the CIA? The Aricans silence , and the dirty deals between us won't be exposed, maintaining the dignity of the Elder Council mbers. Hmm... and the British? What benefits do they gain?"
"..."
Jiang Feng was speechless.
"Seems like... not much benefit."
"Exactly, when analyzing these intelligence leaders, always look at it from the perspective of interests—political, economic, strategic. Only with value will they take action."
Song Heping continued, "Before I ca to Africa, I had Henry prepare an African situation survey for . Actually, since I was transporting SAM-9s there for Peter and the others in Illiguo, I knew the Aricans, French, and British weren't as harmonious as they seem on the surface. They're currently competing for territory in Africa. When the Aricans make a fool of themselves, the happiest are the British and French, understand?"
"I announced externally that I would make it difficult for the Aricans to stand their ground in Africa. Do you really think I'm arrogant? I'm sending a ssage to the British and French that I'm a disruptor, but I'm not targeting you. I'm targeting the Aricans and Mossad. You guess, if Lady M returns ho and thinks it over, why should she continue to oppose ? Isn't it better to keep around?"
Clap, Clap, Clap—
"Brilliant!"
Listening to Song Heping's explanation, Jiang Feng suddenly had an epiphany, giving a thumbs up: "Old leader, I never expected you're even craftier than them! How co I didn't think of that!?"
"If it were before, I wouldn't have thought of it either. I was forced on this path. Back then, when the cook left us and returned to Russia over personal pride issues, leaving with this team, what choice did I have? I had to brace myself and go forward. After stepping up, the company grew bigger and bigger. Dealing with Avanti, maintaining appearances with the Aricans, how could I not learn more about the situation and intelligence in this area?"
Song Heping sighed, "In life, many tis you are forced onto a path you don't want to take. But you have to, just for survival."
"Hmm..."
Jiang Feng felt a deep resonance.
"I walked this path initially for money. I never expected that now that I have money, I can't return to my holand."
"Your inability to return is not the main concern. What I'm worried about isn't this," Song Heping said. "Though our family mbers can't contact each other too much, at least we know they're safe back ho..."
Saying this, he turned his head towards the camp.
"What worries most are Collins, Klein, and so other core mbers of our company. If they have relatives in Europe, Arica, or even other countries, do you think the CIA might target their relatives when they run out of options?"
"Innocent family should be spared..." Jiang Feng said, "Using such dirty tactics is really low."
"There's no good person in the intelligence business," Song Heping laughed bitterly. "Even in our line of work, can you find a purely good person? Can you ensure you've never killed an innocent person or inadvertently affected a passerby?"
Jiang Feng was at a loss for words.
"Alright, enough of this. I need to go back and seriously consider how to deal with the Arican's potential terror actions against us. That's the most important thing. In this godforsaken place... I don't want to die here..."
After saying that, Song Heping turned around and headed back to the camp without looking back.
While Song Heping and Jiang Feng were chatting on a hillside near the Atlon Oasis camp, Langley's headquarters was brightly lit.
The small conference room in the Operations Departnt was packed with people.
From the tech departnt to the ops departnt, and even so key mbers from the overseas departnt were in attendance.
Deputy Director Pence sat at the head, with bloodshot eyes like a beast ready to devour soone. His gaze sharp as knives, seed to carve out people's hearts as it passed over them.
No one present dared to et the Deputy Director's gaze.
It's said that after the failed operation in Northern Darfur, Pence was called into the Director's office for a full forty minutes before coming out. Soone saw shattered glass all over and the Director standing behind his desk, as furious as a lion with its fur standing on end.
"Song must die!"
His opening remark went straight to the point, leaving no room for negotiation.
"Jasper, pick up the plan in front of you and read it to everyone..."
The Operations Departnt chief, Jasper, stood from his chair, picking up the docunt in front of him and opened it...
"This is a new plan for the beheading of Song Heping, codenad 'Blood Vengeance'..."
He paused montarily, casting a furtive glance at Pence sitting at the head.
Because he knew this plan was equally risky, involving a drone crossing Northern Sudan's airspace, penetrating nearly a thousand kiloters inland to bomb Song Heping.
And the areas the drone would pass were heavily equipped with UN forces, which were capable of air defense. If spotted, it could lead to an unnecessary diplomatic incident.
"Read!"
Pence, like an alert serpent, sensed an anomaly, suddenly lifting his head, his gaze locking onto Jasper.
"Why did you stop?!"
"Okay... I'll continue reading..."
Jasper licked his dry lips and continued reading the content from the plan...
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