Song Heping returned to the tent, Jiang Feng was still staring at the map.
"How about we purchase so anti-aircraft machine guns, deploy them nearby, and use them to build an air defense net to intercept UAVs."
"Don't bother with that."
Song Heping shook his head: "The flying altitude of the MQ-9 is beyond what anti-aircraft machine guns can intercept, even if you manage to get a 25mm anti-aircraft cannon, hitting it would still be difficult."
"If it's like this..."
Jiang Feng threw the pencil on the table, frustrated: "All we can do is wait for death? The peace of the past two days makes think the CIA hasn't found us here yet, but this can't be hidden for long, they'll probably locate us in a few days, our ti is running out..."
Song Heping said: "Stop thinking about it, Hunter and the others are roasting a whole sheep, go eat sothing with them, I'll head over later, no matter what you still have to eat, right?"
"You're really optimistic..."
Jiang Feng shook his head with a bitter smile.
Song Heping was eternally calm.
Even at such a ti, Jiang Feng had never seen him anxious.
After Jiang Feng left, it was Song Heping's turn to smile bitterly.
Am I not anxious?
Being hunted by three major intelligence agencies.
Anyone would be anxious.
The problem is anxiety is useless.
Emotions never solve any problems faced.
Since it's unsolvable that way, might as well have no emotions.
He sat beside the table, continuing to study the map.
Air defense is a technical job.
The chips in his hand were not many.
Even if Simon provided the necessary intel on where to find the S-9 Missile System, even if he got his hands on it, positioning was still key.
After all, the S-9 series missiles were outdated models, their use against MQ-9 high-altitude drones posed difficulty.
If the capture is not tily, the opponent launches the missile and escapes before the ground S-9 system locks on, it's all for naught.
Moreover, Song Heping had a worrying concern, would the S-9 be able to shoot down the MQ-9 UAV?
No one had done it before.
He imdiately opened the computer, pulling up MQ-9 UAV specs on paper.
Data showed—
The MQ-9 UAV is a large long-endurance dium-high altitude multipurpose UAV, capable of attack, intelligence gathering, surveillance, and reconnaissance missions.
This model is approximately 11 ters long with a main wingspan of 20 ters, remotely controlled from the ground. Its flight altitude can reach 15,000 ters, surpassing civil aircraft, and it has high photographic precision and strong monitoring capability.
MQ-9 UAV is divided into attack and surveillance type.
The attack-type MQ-9 has 7 external ammunition pylons, with two modes for carrying ammo: one is the GBU-12 laser-guided bomb and AGM-114 Hellfire air-to-ground missile, the other is 227 kg JDAM Joint Direct Attack Munition and 113.5 kg SDB Small Diater Bomb, depending on the maximum effective payload with different ammunition.
Seeing this data, Song Heping furrowed his eyebrows.
Indeed a murderous weapon, for beheading heads of regular nations or ard organizations, the target has little survival chance.
"Quite tough..."
He imdiately pulled up the S-9 missile paraters—
S-9 missile basic performance
Range: approximately 8-10 kiloters (improved model may be slightly higher)
Altitude: about 5,000 ters (early models), improved models could rise to 7,000 ters.
Guidance mode: infrared guidance (passive seeking, relying on target heat source)
Maneuverability: vehicle-mounted system, can be rapidly deployed.
"5000 ters..."
He switched back to MQ-9 UAV's parater data, eyes landing on the UAV's flight altitude—
MQ-9 UAV flight altitude: typically cruising between 7,500-15,000 ters, can fly low when executing reconnaissance missions, usually height reduces to 3000-5000 ters when attacking.
Speed: about 370 kiloters/hour (relatively slow, easy to lock)
Stealth capability: no stealth design, infrared signals strong
"Interesting..."
A slight smile erged on Song Heping's lips.
He recalled China's technique of shooting down the high-altitude U2 reconnaissance aircraft.
If deploying S-9 along the MQ-9 UAV's estimated flight route, it might genuinely be shot down.
Just then, a ssage arrived on his phone, upon opening—
"Check your email."
The ssage ca from Simon.
Song Heping imdiately logged into his secure email, finding new mail.
Upon clicking, inside were records of so Soviet air defense systems secretly provided by the US military to African ard organizations over the past two years, including which organization, contact thods, and deploynt locations.
Simon really knew how to get things done.
No wonder he beca station chief.
This data was detailed enough.
But upon careful examination, Song Heping found a problem.
Although the US military sent over a dozen sets of S-9 missile systems to Africa through black gloves, only one set was near Sudan, and to his surprise, it wasn't S-9 but an S-6…
"S-6?"
He had to query S-6's performance paraters again—
Altitude: 14,000 ters
Just seeing the first line made Song Heping's eyes light up imdiately.
Wow, higher than S-9!
Continuing down—
Guidance thod: Semi-active radar guidance (relies on ground radar to illuminate target)
Maneuverability: vehicle-mounted system, quickly deployable
"Success!"
He imdiately got up, exited the tent, and headed to the shade where the group was roasting the sheep.
Seeing Song Heping arrive, everyone offered seats, making space for him.
"Brothers, after eating, check which among our newly joined rcenaries knows radar specialization, who has touched Soviet S-9 missiles, who can operate them? If not, then ask if they know such talents; I'll offer a high salary, but one must be found within three days, have them report here by any ans, and all expenses are on !"
"Looking for radar operators?"
The group looked at each other in confusion.
"Yes, I'm planning to deploy so air defense missiles."
Song Heping openly shared his plan.
"Apart from missiles, no other ans can deal with the Aricans."
"Alright, I'll ask right now."
Hunter stood up first.
"I'm not eating, I'll ask first and eat after."
Collins and Jiang Feng stood up as well.
Soon, only Song Heping, Ferrari, Henry, and Nura remained at the scene.
"Can't anything be done after eating?"
Ferrari showing dissatisfaction.
"Eating is a private matter, your concern is official, never mix the two."
Song Heping smiled, a sudden thought occurred.
He hurriedly said: "I almost forgot an important matter, you all continue roasting, I'll handle it and co back to eat."
He stood up and left.
Leaving only Ferrari and the others there.
"Old friend, I promised to give you a chance to clear suspicion and get out of the investigation, send you a big gift."
Walking into the tent, Song Heping sent a ssage to Simon using the satellite phone.
"Find a place to call back imdiately."
Sure enough, the call ca soon after.
Seems Simon cared greatly about clearing suspicion and getting out from Langley Headquarters' investigation.
"Speak, what's the plan? What's the big gift?"
Song Heping said: "."
Simon: "You?"
Song Heping: "Yes, , my coordinates. I estimate your Deputy Director has deployed all resources looking for my location, but to find in Sudan might take about a week, however, I can give you the coordinates. In five days, before your colleagues find , report my coordinates to Pence, and I believe you will clear suspicion."
"Your coordinates?"
Simon was stunned.
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