The situation began to deteriorate rapidly.
Antonov, hiding in the building, watched as Song Heping's grenades sent the enemy's trio rolling like gourds, and laughed aloud.
"Boss, you're really a talent! You ca up with this thod!"
"Stop flattering , keep a close watch. They are sure to co back to rescue their people."
Song Heping's judgnt was spot on.
Outside the factory, the "Wild Wolf" squad saw their boss down on the ground, and imdiately opened a barrage of gunfire to suppress the enemy, while sending out a mber to quickly charge forward to grab the shield.
There's only one shield, the only thing that can save Simon.
"They're coming!"
"Take out that guy, don't let him get the shield."
Song Heping knew very well that the opponent was desperate too.
Being aware that charging forward like this was tantamount to suicide.
But they were also gambling that Song Heping didn't have many grenades left, and once they got the shield, they could rescue Simon like before.
Bang bang bang —
Bang bang bang —
Antonov aid at the "Wild Wolf" squad mber charging towards the trio and fired two successive shots.
The man quickly fell headfirst to the ground.
From the trees outside the factory to the open area inside the factory where the trio fell was nearly a hundred ters.
This distance was directly exposed to the sight of Antonov, Nura, and others inside the factory, representing a death zone for the "Wild Wolf" squad.
Song Heping returned to the third floor.
Antonov inford him, "These guys are truly fearless, two of them charged in, and both were taken out by and Nura. Not sure if they'll keep coming."
"Let them co."
Song Heping looked down at his watch.
The ti was about right.
The mysterious squad outside was continuously sending people to charge forward, which was only wasting their vital force.
When the Persian squad led by Naxin arrived, it would be ti for a full counterattack.
In terms of the overall situation, Simon and his "Wild Wolf" squad were already at a distinct disadvantage.
This old fox originally wanted to stage a play and eliminate both himself and Jasper, clearing the biggest threats to his future.
But now it had backfired.
He ended up being caught in his own trap.
Regarding Simon, Song Heping was always cautious and vigilant.
Dealing with this CIA agent could only involve interests, no sentints involved.
Compared to army soldiers, Song Heping preferred to deal with people like Peter and Mist, at least those military heads weren't so convoluted.
The factory area was filled with the mixed scent of gunpowder and blood, Song Heping leaned against the third-floor window, gently tapping the barrel of the VSS silenced sniper rifle.
The "Wild Wolf" squad seed to have stopped unnecessary rescue attempts after losing two mbers.
They also realized that the initiative now completely rested in the hands of the few people in the building.
In the distance, Simon lay on the ground like a stranded fish, futilely writhing his body, swearing incessantly, but lacked the previous vigor.
But Song Heping knew, this old fox wouldn't perish easily.
"Boss, the old guy is still moving." Antonov grinned, revealing a mouthful of yellow teeth, "Should I give him a quick end?"
He raised the AKM assault rifle in his hand.
"Just one shot, and this guy can go to Hell." he said.
Song Heping didn't answer imdiately.
He looked down at his watch – there probably wasn't much ti left until the security systems were restored.
Simon was already at the brink.
Once communications were restored, the command center would surely try to establish a communication channel, and by then, Simon would be unable to conceal the truth here.
This ti pressure, Simon knew it better than anyone.
"Wait." Song Heping squinted his eyes, "He'll make a choice."
"Not killing him?"
Antonov was a bit disappointed, thinking Song Heping would choose to eliminate this CIA mole who wanted him dead.
Song Heping said, "I initially wanted to kill him, but now thinking it through, it's not necessary."
Antonov worriedly said, "Even if he doesn't die, he might still be a threat."
Song Heping replied, "He's already exposed enough blackmail material, tie him up securely, and he probably won't bite us. But if we kill him, we lose our mole within the CIA completely. The benefits are obvious between killing and not killing him."
"Alright…" Antonov tilted his head, making an indifferent expression. Song Heping wasn't wrong, this guy backstabbed colleagues, colluded with Song Heping, and secretly funneled funds to train private assassination squads.
With such a multitude of offenses, any one would lead Langley to send "cleaners" for his physical removal, not allowing him to live another second.
Sure enough, not long after, Simon's shout ca from the open ground.
"Song... let's talk..."
Antonov sneered, "Now he wants to talk? Didn't he just want to take us all out?"
Song Heping shouted, "Simon, your current situation is like a butterfly pinned to a specin board. What bargaining power do you have? You have no leverage."
A few seconds later, Simon shouted at the top of his lungs, "Safe house... the system will be back up soon... If I die here, it's no good for you. Think about Darfur and Mogadishu before, without my help, it wouldn't have been so easy for you..."
Song Heping raised an eyebrow.
This guy, though insidious, is definitely not stupid; he knows his value.
He indeed has no bargaining chips, but his life still holds so value.
"Get to the point," Song Heping said coldly.
"I surrender." Simon's voice suddenly beca strikingly clear, "Give a way out, and the Wild Wolf Squad will be under your command, funded by ... I still have room to rise in the CIA and can continue to be your insider in the future. You may be good, but without , you can't escape the CIA's long-term pursuit..."
Antonov suddenly turned his head, eyes filled with murderous intent, "Boss, this kind of Poison Snake deserves a bullet to the head!"
Song Heping raised his hand to signal him to be quiet.
He stared at Simon's writhing figure in the distance, his brain racing.
Killing Simon would certainly eliminate future troubles, but a living Simon might be more valuable—especially if he really becos a deputy director at the CIA.
Antonov lowered his voice, "Old CIA hands like this will bite you back tomorrow if they live past today!"
Song Heping's lips slightly curved, "So we need to make sure he's afraid to bite back."
He pressed the intercom button, "Simon, have your Wild Wolf Squad co out, disarm, and put their hands on their heads. Then, I want you to personally hand over the squad's personnel and funding accounts."
Simon groaned in pain, "I... I've been shot... can't move..."
"Then have your team help you." Song Heping's voice was as cold as the Siberian ice, "Rember, this is your only chance."
Outside the factory, the mbers of the "Wild Wolf" squad looked at each other in the woods.
Simon's weak but clear order ca through their earpieces, "Everyone... disarm... do as he says..."
A brawny team mber cursed under his breath, "Fuck! We're just going to surrender like this?"
"Shut up, Max," the team leader, the sniper, took off his earpiece, "The BOSS calls the shots."
Ten minutes later, the remaining six "Wild Wolf" squad mbers lined up, hands raised high, walking toward the clearing to Simon's side.
Song Heping stood by the third-floor window, gun steadily aid at them.
"Stop," Song Heping commanded, "discard all weapons and equipnt, step back ten ters, and lie on the ground."
The squad mbers complied, and the sound of tal hitting the ground was especially piercing in the silent factory area.
Antonov and Nura held their guns on guard, their eyes full of mistrust.
Simon painfully extracted a USB drive, raised it above his head, and shouted, "Here... all the data of the Wild Wolf Squad... and the Swiss Bank accounts you wanted, co and get it quickly, ti is running out, once the system is back to normal and they can't reach us, they'll send soone, and everything will be screwed..."
"Khalid, go get that thing."
Song Heping signaled Khalid to retrieve it.
The forr Yeni army dic quickly ran downstairs, jogged to Simon, grabbed the USB drive swiftly, and returned inside the building.
Song Heping inserted the USB into a tablet, quickly browsed it, and nodded, "Looks genuine. Complete dossiers of 18 team mbers, three offshore accounts, a total of... seventy-eight million US dollars."
With this, the command of the "Wild Wolf" squad was basically secured.
This information was very detailed, and as a black assassin group, exposure ant death for these people.
He removed the USB drive, reinserted it, then opened it again, confirming there were no self-destruct programs, and led his team out from the building, slowly approaching Simon and those "Wild Wolf" mbers in the clearing.
His gaze swept over those forr "Wild Wolf" mbers standing in the moonlight.
They wore uniform tactical gear, their expressions varied—so angry, so numb, and so with flickering eyes.
"Did you hear that?" Song Heping raised his voice, "From now on, you work for . Double salary, you get the highest benefits of our company's rcenaries, including protection for your families if needed, but loyalty must be one hundred percent. Those with objections can leave now—but with a bullet."
No one moved.
"No problem." The leader looked up, "We only listen to money. Whoever pays, we serve."
Song Heping smiled, "Very good. Then welco to the 'Musician' Defense."
He turned to Simon, who was struggling to sit up from the ground.
Song Heping gave him a hand, then crouched before him.
"Now, let's talk about your future, Mr. Future Deputy Director." Song Heping's voice was frighteningly gentle, "You know the outco of betraying , right?"
Simon's pupils shrank slightly, but quickly returned to calm, "I know the rules better than you... Song. I lost this ti, but cooperation benefits both sides..."
Song Heping stared into Simon's eyes—those eyes hid too much: fear, scheming, and a deeply buried trace of hatred.
But at this mont, the desire to survive outweighed everything.
"I need assurance," Song Heping said, "We were partners before, but you disappointed too much by trying to take out."
Simon swallowed hard, "I can now record a video pledging loyalty to you, with it, you can have killed at any ti."
"No problem, but let give you a reminder here first." Song Heping said calmly, "The video and your related evidence, I will store them at a secret place on the network, setting up a program so if once a month I don't go up and re-enter a confirmation code, it will automatically send everything to the world's major dia outlets' inboxes and various countries' intelligence agencies' inboxes, so even if you kill , you can't escape, so rember, don't do anything stupid in the future."
With that, he reached out his palm, gently patted Simon's pale and bloodstained face, like warning a child, "Don't forget who gave you a second chance at life today."
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