"Boss."

Henry suddenly found Song Heping in the command post.

"This is the latest intelligence briefing, take a look, there are some interesting things."

"You guys go ahead and get busy, follow my instructions."

Song Heping took the briefing without immediately opening it, instead instructing several of Haftar's high-ranking commanders, waving them out.

"General, you stay."

He called out to Haftar, who was also about to leave.

"If I'm not mistaken, this is about international intelligence resources regarding the Libya situation."

As he spoke, he glanced at Henry.

Henry nodded, "That's right, the Americans have withdrawn, but Britain and France seem to be making some moves."

Song Heping opened the folder, quickly browsed once, then handed it to Haftar.

"As I expected, take a look, General."

Haftar took the briefing, opened it, and frowned after reading halfway through.

The briefing stated that officials from Britain and France have been in close contact recently, and according to reliable sources, the two countries are extremely concerned about the situation in Libya and are likely to intervene together.

"If Britain and France join forces..."

Haftar couldn't help but worry, "It could be very troublesome... especially if they organize air forces to fly over the Mediterranean to bomb us, attack the coastal areas we control, assist Sayif in a counterattack... even..."

He looked up at Song Heping, "They might also provide arms support."

"I'm not worried about arms support."

Song Heping walked over to the table, sat in his chair, and casually picked up a tea mug, sipping the strong tea.

"With the Jebel incident before, I estimate whether Britain or France will think twice before trying their luck."

Song Heping was confident.

This was not surprising at all.

Last time, he fulfilled a deal of 1.5 billion US Dollars.

That money was a huge sum.

But to Song Heping now, it was a drop in the bucket.

He could bet multiple 1.5 billion US Dollars against the courage of Britain and France.

Keep in mind, a country's military transport ships secretly delivering weapons to a war-torn region is against the UN arms embargo.

Although the big five often didn't care much about the UN's rules, they at least wanted to maintain their reputation.

Half a month ago, the American Marlin Fish being bombed triggered a wave of public opinion, causing the Donkey Party to lose the mid-term election victory.

Due to various unfavorable factors, this time the Elephant Party won at least 52 Senate seats, defeating the Donkey Party to become the majority party, achieving the goal of regaining control of the Senate after 8 years.

While the Elephant Party was left with only 43 seats.

In the House of Representatives elections, the Elephant Party led with 224 seats over the Donkey Party's 142 seats, maintaining a solid advantage.

In the governor elections in America, the Elephant Party won 20 governor seats, while the Donkey Party only won 5, a disastrous loss would not be an exaggeration.

Therefore, to these old Europeans like Britain and France, when faced with Sayif's plea for help from a warlord, whether to intervene or not, interests are always the balance on which they weigh.

And it is the only standard.

If they feel this might affect their power and interests, then Sayif is just a pair of discarded shoes to them.

All this talk of anti-dictatorship, humanity, justice.

It's all nonsense.

"But if they airstrike..."

Henry expressed his concern.

"Airstrike?" Song Heping rubbed his chin, "Last time, they should have known about the Daishe Bird's encounter in the Mediterranean, right?"

"That had an element of surprise to it. If they come prepared..." Henry remained cautious, "Our SAM-6 will also be hard to deal with..."

This was getting to the point.

Song Heping knew in his heart who to thank last time for successfully intercepting the Daishe Bird's F15I.

If they had to replicate such an airstrike again, would he have to call Captain Lei for help?

That would make him look like a kid who only cries to his parents for help.

Since childhood, Song Heping had been independent and strong-willed, he wouldn't do such things unless absolutely necessary.

"Hmm..."

Song Heping fell into deep thought.

"Leave this to me to worry about."

He turned to Haftar, "Your most important duty now is to fight well, keep pushing west, capturing Tripoli would be the initial victory, the rest is not for you to worry about."

"Henry."

He then turned to his Intelligence Chief.

"I need a more detailed intelligence on Britain and France's contacts, quickly, money is not an issue, use those informants you've bought off, I want to know their contact schedule and the general negotiation progress."

"Understood, boss, leave it to me."

Song Heping had always generously funded the company's intelligence department.

An emperor doesn't starve his soldiers.

Song Heping understood this principle too well.

That's why Henry would rather oppose his mother country's intelligence department and remain loyal to Song Heping.

As for Henry.

Song Heping had complete trust.

He understood this British man.

After diligently working for over two decades in the Navy intelligence department, being seconded multiple times to MI6 and other intelligence departments for special operations due to his outstanding business skills,

yet never getting a promotion, and in the end, living on a meager pension in the tight financial situation of London, being forced to become an intelligence broker in Africa to make ends meet.

Anyone would harbor resentment.

"Tonight." Henry guaranteed once more, "Before nine, the briefing will be on your desk."

Song Heping smiled widely, "With you handling it, I'm at ease."

...

Paris, on the banks of the Seine River, the headquarters building of the French External Security Agency (DGSE).

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