7:50 PM, Georgetown, M Street
Song Heping parked the car at the street corner and walked toward the bar.
The night in Georgetown was quiet, with few pedestrians on the street.
November in Washington brought a chilly night wind, rustling the sycamore trees along the road.
He walked slowly, relaxed.
But each step matched the rhythm of the message Grey Wolf sent twenty minutes ago.
"Boss, that bastard is at the Blues Bar. Alone, sitting in the corner, ordered a glass of Whiskey. The two eyes outside the hotel have been dealt with, it's safe."
Song Heping looked at the message at the time, the corner of his mouth slightly curling up.
Victor.
Top assassin.
Took three million to end his life.
Now sitting alone in the bar drinking.
Song Heping did not reply.
He simply put on his coat, picked up his car keys, and left the hotel.
Better to meet him openly than let him stalk me every day.
Go see him.
Song Heping pushed open the bar door.
