Right in this sealed hospital room, while three people were finalizing a plan that would influence the Middle East landscape, the storm outside had already surged suddenly.
Africa, Sen Republic, headquarters of the "Musician" Defense Company.
Vice President Ferrari, core member and top sniper "Hunter," intelligence chief Henry, and others gathered in the emergency operations room, the atmosphere so tense it felt palpable.
Ferrari repeatedly dialed Song Heping's satellite phone and encrypted mobile, with only the cold shutdown tone responding to him.
He anxiously tugged at his tie, veins bulging on his forehead.
"Still no contact! All numbers have failed!"
Ferrari's voice carried a trace of subtle panic.
Song Heping was the soul and pillar of the company; if anything happened to him, the newly stabilized "Musician" Defense Company would face disastrous doom.
