Half a month later.
Washington D.C., in a meeting room in the West Wing of the White House.
The heavy soundproof door blocked all exterior noises, leaving only the monotonous hum of the air conditioning system.
On both sides of the long conference table sat expressionless faces — the Deputy National Security Advisor, the Counterterrorism Coordinator, the Ministry of Defense Assistant Secretary for African Affairs, Intelligence Director's representative...
Among them was the current Deputy Director of the Central Intelligence Agency, Vincent.
At this moment, everyone's gaze was fixed at the end of the table — on Thom Reid, the Assistant to the National Security Advisor and Chief of Staff.
"Gentlemen."
Reid's voice was not loud, yet it pierced the silence like an ice pick.
"Our agenda for today has only one item left, and that is — Song Heping."
