Two days later, Baghdad International Airport.
At nine in the morning, Song Heping's bulletproof Mercedes drove into the airport's exclusive lane.
Unlike the regular terminal, this area is specially prepared for diplomatic envoys, senior contractors, and military and political dignitaries. The security process is simplified, and privacy is extremely high.
The sky outside the car window was an eye-catching blue.
Chewing mint-flavored gum, Song Heping's gaze swept past those armed Illigo federal police outside the window.
They were wearing dark green uniforms, gun barrels pointing downwards, yet their eyes continuously scanned each incoming vehicle.
"Old leader." Jiang Feng, in the passenger seat, glanced at him through the rearview mirror: "Grey Wolf and the team arrived last night. A total of eight people, all of them are elite students from the Hunter School, entered in four batches, all successfully."
Song Heping nodded and did not speak.
