Western Sen Republic, inside the opposition forces' command center.
The coffee in front of Lumar had already gone cold, his gaze fixed on the satellite phone on the table.
On the other side of the command center, a few staff sat in the corner, occasionally casting glances toward their commander, then exchanging looks with each other.
They wanted to discuss sothing but were afraid of breaking the silence, so they even breathed carefully.
Lumar had been staring at the phone for a full half hour, his gaze unwavering.
Bzzz——
The phone placed on the table suddenly started vibrating.
Lumar quickly grabbed the satellite phone, as if he were a sports car suddenly pressed on the accelerator.
"What's the situation?!"
"We've already entered the broadcast room. Song instructed that you should initiate the attack in ten minutes. The radio station has increased its security forces, we snuck in unnoticed and currently are controlling the broadcast room. Once discovered, we won't hold out for long. The attack must be swift!"
Abdul's voice ca through the phone, tense and urgent.
"No problem!"
The conversation was very brief, ended as soon as it began.
Not a second can be wasted now.
Ti is more precious than gold.
"Imdiately order all units to launch a full-scale attack on the enemy's defensive positions according to plan!"
Lumar stood up swiftly, pointing at the staff.
"You must initiate the attack within ten minutes, don't waste a single second. Whoever's slow will be shot by !"
Capital Butare, inside the national radio station.
The ten minutes waiting for the opposition forces to attack felt like an eternity.
The staff in the broadcast room were tied up in a corner, their mouths stuffed with cloth, eyes filled with fear.
Ferrari guarded by the window, vigilantly observing the movents below.
The guards downstairs had not yet realized the trouble above, continuing their patrol in the courtyard as normal.
At the gate, a few soldiers gathered, sharing cigarettes, smoky haze surrounding them.
Ferrari's palms were sweaty.
He turned to look at Song Heping.
Song Heping and Jiang Feng stood by the door of the broadcast room, ready to handle any unexpected situations.
The corridor outside seed silent.
After all, it's nightti, and few are left on duty at the radio station.
If it weren't for the necessity of broadcasting President Noel's speech tonight, there would have only been a few staff around.
Abdul stood by the equipnt, holding a phone like an ant on a hot pan, anxiously waiting for uplifting news from Lumar.
The biggest worry now is soone suddenly entering the broadcast room.
"Thankfully..."
Ferrari wanted to say sothing to reassure everyone.
"No one's coming in for work..."
Before he finished speaking, footsteps echoed in the corridor.
There were crisp sounds from high heels tapping on the tiled floor.
Soone was coming.
A woman's voice then echoed in the hall.
"What's going on, didn't Boli go to the broadcast room to adjust the equipnt half an hour ago? I told you, as soon as it's adjusted, notify . The President has been calling to urge, he wants his speech broadcasted imdiately to reassure the people... These lazy bones..."
Saying this, the footsteps arrived at the broadcast room door.
Jiang Feng glanced at Ferrari by the window, raised his middle finger at him, mouthing — "Jinx!"
Ferrari's forehead was sweating more heavily.
Under normal circumstances, he would retort.
But now, he wasn't interested in rebuttal.
He wanted to curse himself for being a jinx.
As an internal staff mber, Ferrari rarely participated in external operations.
This ti, only because most of the key elite mbers in the company were injured, he had to reluctantly participate as an action personnel.
Unexpectedly, his first involvent in such an important operation was fraught with danger.
As the footsteps reached outside the broadcast room, a mobile phone ringtone suddenly rang from the pocket of one of the tied up staff.
The crisp ringtone resonating in the silent broadcast room.
Everyone's heads buzzed as if exploding.
Bear in mind, this supposedly Sena Republic National TV broadcast room, given the impoverished nature of the nation, had crude soundproofing, almost no isolation treatnt. A few foam pieces were stuck on walls for echo and noise absorption, and even the door wasn't sealed.
Thus, the ringtone quickly reached outside.
"Huh?"
The surprise of the high-heeled woman echoed from outside.
"Boli's in the broadcast room..."
She muttered to herself, reaching out to push the door.
Push, didn't open.
Because the door was locked.
"Huh?"
She again expressed her surprise, moving closer to the small glass window to peek inside.
This ti, Song Heping had made up his mind.
Can't let her keep standing at the door.
Rather than letting her wander outside looking for help, it's better to pull her in and tie her up.
He gave Jiang Feng opposite him a look.
Jiang Feng understood, reached out to unlock and pull the handle fiercely.
The woman outside was peeking inside with her hands on the door, and the sudden opening caused her to lose balance and tumble headfirst into the broadcasting room.
Jiang Feng wasted no ti and dashed outside.
There was another male staff mber outside.
Jiang Feng pointed his gun at his forehead and threatened, "Get inside, call out and I'll kill you!"
While Jiang Feng acted, Song Heping also rushed over, pressed the woman down on the ground.
A strong scent mixed with sweat filled his nostrils.
Song Heping was fearless even of the sll of rotting carcasses, but this mixed "fragrance" made him wrinkle his brow.
He looked down at the woman beneath him.
Broad shoulders.
Bulky fra.
"Damn!"
He couldn't help but exclaim.
The woman was both strong and heavy, probably at least two hundred pounds.
The woman was montarily stunned but quickly regained her senses.
Seeing Song Heping and the situation around her, she opened her mouth to scream.
Song Heping didn't hesitate, swung his gun and hit her directly on the temple.
"Mmm..."
The woman let out a muffled groan, her head tilted, motionless like a sleeping bear.
Jiang Feng pushed the man inside, Song Heping stood up and turned to Abdul, "Ti's up, any news from over there?!"
Abdul shook his head frantically, sweating profusely.
Song Heping couldn't help but curse, "Damn it, are you Africans always this unreliable?"
Luckily, at that mont, the satellite phone vibrated.
Abdul answered the call, nodding as he listened.
He hung up, his face lit with joy, "The attack has already begun!"
Song Heping nodded and turned to Collins, "Start."
Collins had already inserted the USB with the speech recording into the computer, and upon hearing Song Heping's command, he imdiately pressed play.
Quickly, Du Er's voice spread across the entire Sena via radio waves—
"Citizens of Sena, I am Du Er. The tyranny has ended, and I am now broadcasting to you from the national radio station. Butare is now controlled by the people..."
Everyone in the broadcasting room held their breath, listening to Du Er's speech.
Du Er's speech was set for ten minutes.
Which ans everyone must hold the position for ten minutes before they can leave.
Now it depends on when the guards downstairs receive a notification, informing them that there's a problem at the radio station.
Ferrari's gaze was fixated on the view outside.
Everything remained normal for now...
After a full five minutes, the building alarm blared sharply.
"They've detected us!" Abdul growled.
Ferrari turned back and shouted, "They're starting to enter the building!"
Song Heping drew his gun and calmly ordered, "Jiang Feng, Collins, put on the explosives and co with . Ferrari, Abdul, you two watch the broadcasting room, ensure the speech finishes."
Song Heping led Jiang Feng and Collins out of the broadcasting room, pointing towards the electrical box area: "Collins, cut the power."
"Yes!"
Collins imdiately took action.
There are two passageways leading to the third-floor broadcasting room, one is the fire escape stairs and the other is the elevator.
After cutting the power, the elevator can't go up, only the fire escape stairs can be used.
"Everything follows my previous plan, life or death depends on luck now!"
With that, he led Jiang Feng and the others to the stairwell, reaching the second-to-third floor corner, and with maximum speed, pulled from the backpack the pre-installed explosive devices—these are simple devices, TNT blocks with detonating lead wires, very primitive explosives.
Having studied the building's floor plans extensively, the two of them quickly found the columns supporting the stairs on two sides of the stairwell, installed the bombs on them, and swiftly ignited the detonating wires.
"Run!"
They sprinted upstairs at full speed.
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