Late at night, the oil refinery on the outskirts of Aden Port.
The moonlight was fragmented by the twisted pipes, and Song Heping squatted behind a cracked distillation tower, his fingertips brushing over fresh scratches on the AKM receiver.
An hour ago, that encrypted message from Simon made him aware there was no turning back.
The CIA is indeed one of the top intelligence agencies in the world.
Being targeted by them…
Damn, this doesn't feel good!
Now, this oil refinery, built with Soviet aid in the seventies, has become his final battlefield.
If I can't escape, then I might as well fight!
Let's see who claims victory.
Song Heping made this decision not out of recklessness.
Don't be fooled by the CIA's arrogance, but Yemen is not a place where they can run rampant.
He speculated that the CIA's incursion into Yemen was only a small assassination squad, not a large force.
