N'Djana Hotel, one of the few five-star luxury places in Africa.
Afternoon, three o'clock.
Under the shade of trees by the roadside three blocks away from the hotel, Song Heping sat in the driver's seat of a rented Toyota sedan, with country music from the local radio station playing on the radio.
Amid the lodious music, the passenger door was opened by soone.
Song Heping had already seen the approaching person in the rearview mirror.
MI6 agent, Geoffrey.
"Good afternoon, Geoffrey."
Song Heping picked up a piece of chewing gum and handed it over.
"Want a piece?"
"No, thanks."
Geoffrey shook his head.
"How's the security inside?" Song Heping asked.
Geoffrey said, "Security has been reinforced these days."
"CIA people or people from the Elder Council?"
"Not CIA people, but all are forr Special Forces mbers and agents, security is even tighter than when he was the CIA deputy director."
Geoffrey said, "He spends most of his ti in the presidential suite every day, and I can only deliver food and drinks to the vicinity of the elevator; from there to the room, there are at least three security checkpoints, each with at least three bodyguards, and he leaves the room only at three every afternoon to go to the gym."
"Then hit him when he's in the gym," Song Heping asked, "The gym has lots of people, easy to sneak in."
"You're too naive to think that way," Geoffrey laughed, "The presidential suite is on a separate floor, with a private elevator to reach it, and the gym is on the sa floor, how will you get in? This isn't a gym that cos with the hotel."
Song Heping was secretly startled.
This Pence sure has a background in agency work.
He himself probably vetted the security asures, leaving no gaps.
"No room service every day?"
"There is."
"Then I can disguise as room service and get in."
"Stop kidding. He specifically requests female service staff, are you going to change gender?"
Upon hearing this, Song Heping felt it was tricky too.
He didn't have any won who could take on such a mission.
MI6 probably had.
But they wouldn't take action.
Ms. M is also a cunning person.
She wants to use Song Heping against the CIA.
But it's just "use."
Risking her people to kill a forr CIA deputy director, anyone with so brains wouldn't be so rash.
Ultimately, his own people would have to take action, and MI6 wouldn't provide excessive assistance.
After all, the relationship between Britain and Arica is more important than taking down one Pence.
"Alright, then give the hotel's layout and record his security points and asures and send it to ."
Self-reliance, ample food and clothing.
Relying on others is never reliable.
Especially these shady ones in intelligence circles, each shadier than the last.
"Already prepared."
Geoffrey handed over a USB stick.
"I've received orders to withdraw from the hotel tonight."
"Haha."
Song Heping laughed.
"You Brits sure are the classic shit stirrers."
He couldn't help but taunt: "This is avoiding involvent, right? Afraid we'll get into trouble and drag you down with us."
Geoffrey sneered, "Song, I know who you are, don't mock us here, think about your current identity, a terrorist on the UN list, a major South Arican drug lord, us providing so intelligence help is already giving you face, if it weren't for orders from above, I wouldn't be sitting in this car with you."
Seeing him retort, Song Heping didn't hold back: "I'm on the list as a terrorist leader, a major drug lord? Then tell , what terrorist attack did I carry out? Since you know my personal information so well, please tell , how many civilians did I kill? Which institutions did I attack?"
He raised his fingers and laughed: "Ah... that's right, I rembered, I did take down quite a few CIA and Mossad agents, and even your safe house in Morocco was assaulted by . But ask yourself, who made a move on first? Like your MI6, if you hadn't kidnapped Henry in Morocco and intended to exchange him with the Aricans, would I have raided your safe house? If the CIA and Mossad people hadn't actively co to eliminate , would I have wiped them out?"
Geoffrey was rendered speechless.
He didn't really like Song Heping, even thinking that Ms. M working with such a person was downright black humor.
But every word from Song Heping was irrefutable.
Especially the Morocco incident.
Post-analysis suggested that Song Heping deliberately had Henry appear in Morocco, baited MI6 to reveal Song Heping's Mogadishu plan, then set a trap to eliminate the CIA agents.
But it was also a fact that his departnt made the first move.
"You'd better think about how to take down Pence first, goodbye, Song."
Geoffrey said no more.
He didn't want to waste more ti in this car.
After all, Chad, although not a war-torn country, had all sorts of spies active here as well.
No one knows if they'll be targeted next.
If caught on cara, things could blow up, and even MI6's "cleaners" might kill them to cover it up.
"Goodbye, Geoffrey."
Song Heping didn't try to stop him, letting him go.
After Geoffrey left, Song Heping took a backpack and pulled out a laptop, inserting a USB drive and bringing up the files to check the intel Geoffrey left him.
The information was complete, and the thods of gathering it were professional—hotel floor plans, guard deploynt, and even the model of the vehicle Pence would use.
But as Geoffrey described, it was nearly impossible to take Pence down inside the hotel.
There were twenty-six bodyguards on public duty alone.
How many were in the shadows was unknown.
If action from inside was too difficult, then what about outside the hotel?
His gaze moved to the structure of the rooftop.
"Supposedly... it shouldn't be bullet-proof glass..."
With that thought, he closed the laptop, then turned the car around to et with White Bear and Jiang Feng.
Thirty minutes later, in front of a French-style small building in another block, Song Heping's car slowly stopped at the door.
As he got out, Song Heping keenly observed the surroundings.
No signs of being tailed.
After arriving, he made so simple disguises—a baseball cap, a fake beard, and sunglasses.
These were all necessary items.
Jiang Feng opened the door and, seeing Song Heping, quickly closed it, then asked, "I've been waiting for you forever. I wanted to call you but was afraid of interrupting your et-up."
Song Heping walked to the dining area with his bag, took out the laptop, and brought up the files.
"White Bear, co over and have a look too, let's all think of a solution."
The three gathered around the laptop, studying it for a long ti.
Finally, White Bear said, "The security looks extrely tight."
Jiang Feng, as usual, mocked, "Old Pence is really afraid of death."
Song Heping said, "It's too hard to make a move from the inside. Even if we push in, I doubt we could get out safely, so we have to work from the outside."
"Sniping."
White Bear imdiately turned and went into the room, soon bringing out an M24 sniper rifle and placing it on the dining table.
"One shot will take him out. Boss, your shooting is precise; use this."
White Bear indeed had great confidence in Song Heping's sniping skills.
In Illiguo, he had witnessed Song Heping's long-range sniping prowess.
"Mm, logically speaking, the hotel's glass can't be suddenly replaced with bullet-proof glass; sniping might be worth a try."
Song Heping picked up the M24, checking the chamber and inspecting the rifling.
The gun's condition was good, no problems.
The weapons for this mission were all provided by MI6, all Arican-made—the British clearly didn't want to have any connection with him, not a single British-made item.
"Ti is of the essence."
Song Heping checked his watch.
"Pence will be heading to work out in just over an hour; let's pack up and go."
"OK!"
"Alright!"
White Bear and Jiang Feng split up to grab weapons and surveillance equipnt.
The three quickly headed out, driving again to the vicinity of the hotel.
Song Heping found a shaded spot by the roadside about 1000 ters from the hotel, and parked there.
Jiang Feng looked around, puzzled, "Isn't this too far? It's beyond the normal range of the M24. Aren't we going to the telecom building?"
Song Heping said, "Let's be careful. We'll check the rooftop first, only bringing light weapons, no heavy ones."
He pointed out the window at a building eight stories high. According to the map, it was a comrcial building.
Chad was, after all, a backward country, even in the capital N'Djana, high buildings were few. The city was mostly trees, with most buildings being three or four stories high, even the five-star hotel where Pence stayed was only nine stories.
This eight-story building was already considered a high-rise.
The telecom building Jiang Feng ntioned was only 400 ters away from the hotel Pence stayed at, also nine stories, making it a very suitable sniping point.
Song Heping parking here and asking not to bring heavy weapons upstairs made it clear that this wasn't the sniping point.
The group followed Song Heping into the building.
It was indeed a comrcial building, hosting various foreign companies in Chad, with golden-haired, blue-eyed individuals and suit-clad local elites coming and going.
The security at the entrance quickly stopped them.
Song Heping presented his Doctors Without Borders ID, explaining he was there to discuss business with Enke Trading Company, claiming to have set up an appointnt.
His story left Jiang Feng staring dumbfounded.
Neither he nor White Bear knew Song Heping's plan.
Seeing his old squad leader speaking so confidently, they almost believed he was genuinely from Doctors Without Borders.
The security, seeing the ID, politely let them pass.
"Old squad leader, what's this act you're putting on?"
Past the security post at the entrance, Jiang Feng lowered his voice and asked Song Heping.
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