Everything was in place, and Song Heping sat in the bar, next to Niki who had already passed out.

Someone had selected the 1960s Temptations hit "My Girl" on the bar's jukebox.

The melodious and rich music floated around the bar...

...

I got sunshine,

on a cloudy day When it's cold outside,

I got the month of May Well,

I guess you say, what can make me feel this way My girl,

my girl

Talkin' 'bout my girl My girl,

my girl

I got so much honey, the bees envy me

...

Song Heping felt an unusual sense of calm inside.

Because everything was under control.

He didn't want to kill anyone tonight.

Because killing wouldn't solve the problem.

The company had developed to a stage where not every issue could be dealt with through violence.

Life, sometimes, required a bit of wisdom.

However, if anything unexpected occurred, he would choose to kill everyone without hesitation, including the charming Niki next to him.

The beer remained cold, while the bartender in the bar and the few solitary customers had no idea that they were in the eye of a storm, which could turn into a battle zone at any second.

Niki suddenly woke up, and Song Heping unhesitatingly waved his hand to knock her out again.

A man sitting not far away saw everything and stared at Song Heping, mouth agape.

Song Heping lifted his glass to him and said, "My girlfriend starts trouble when she's drunk."

The man stared for a moment, then grinned, lifted his glass, and gave a thumbs-up: "Smart!"

The time quickly approached one o'clock.

People gradually left the bar.

In the end, only Song Heping, Niki, and a bartender dozing off on the bar remained.

The music stopped as well.

Everything quieted down.

Outside the bar, Wilson was getting impatient in the SUV.

"Albert, it's taking too long, go inside the bar and have a look."

"Alright, boss."

Albert, tasked with surveillance from nearby woods, had already grown restless.

Bitten all over by mosquitoes, he had packed away the surveillance equipment into his shoulder bag. Albert checked his P226 pistol to make sure it was loaded before slipping it into his waistband, then leisurely headed to the bar.

At this time, the cell phone on the table in front of Song Heping began to vibrate.

He picked up the call and pressed the answer button.

"Old squad leader, we'll be there in ten minutes."

"Do as I said, remember, try not to kill anyone. I need these people, and I've spoken with General Rama from the Land Battle Camp. He has already given his orders; they will all follow your command."

"No problem, leave it to me! I guarantee not one will escape."

Albert walked into the bar, scanning the room.

At last, he saw Song Heping in the corner booth.

When he saw Niki slumped over Song Heping's shoulder, Albert was shocked.

Song Heping smiled at him.

His smile was laced with a hint of mockery.

Albert stood at the doorstep, unsure whether to enter or not.

The bartender was alerted by the sound of the door being pushed open, and he opened his half-sleepy eyes, groggily looking towards Albert at the door.

"Sir, we're about to close up..."

He wanted to remind this latecomer that if he wanted a drink, he should come tomorrow, as he was already half-dead from exhaustion and did not want to serve anyone anymore.

Albert's gaze still hadn't left Song Heping and Niki.

Soon, he realized that Niki wasn't drunk, she looked more like she had passed out.

He suddenly reached toward his waist to draw his gun.

The gun was drawn, but before he could raise it, a slight metallic friction noise came from the right as a gun's safety was disengaged.

For a "Watcher," that familiar metallic friction was a clear sign that danger was right behind him.

"Don't move."

The person standing to the right seemed very calm.

"Don't raise the muzzle, or you know the consequences."

The bartender on the counter watched everything unfolding in front of him, dumbfounded, as if he were dreaming, and he couldn't help but rub his eyes.

From behind a door on the right, two people appeared, both armed with assault rifles equipped with silencers.

One of them was tall, clearly of Slavic descent.

Song Heping waved to Albert, "Put down your handgun and come sit opposite me."

Albert seemed to hesitate between making a desperate bid or surrendering.

He would have tried for any chance to fight back.

Regrettably, after running through several scenarios in his mind, he knew he had no chance at all for retaliation.

These people in front of him were all battle-hardened veterans.

There were people in front and behind, and Niki, clearly exposed, had become a hostage—at least for now, she didn't seem dead.

"Alright, I'll put down the gun."

Albert slowly squatted down and laid down his gun.

Hunter and Disaster Star moved forward to pin him down, snatching away his shoulder bag to hand it to the couple named White Bear, then thoroughly searched him.

"Boss, all clear."

"Bring him here."

Hunter and Disaster Star lifted Albert off the ground and pointed towards Song Heping, "Go over to our boss."

Albert's face was extremely unpleasant, darker than the bottom of a pot.

This was a great shame.

He had been subdued without a single shot fired.

Walking to Song Heping, he obediently sat down opposite the man from China.

"Do you know who we are?"

Song Heping picked up the bottle of liquor, poured a glass for him, and pushed it toward him.

"I know."

After saying that, he glanced at Niki beside him.

"Otherwise, do you think you'd still be alive?"

"You might be overestimating yourself," Albert said, "You have no idea who you're up against."

Song Heping looked coldly at Albert and said, "If I dare let you sit down and have a drink in front of me, do you think I'm afraid of you? You ask me if I know who I'm facing? Of course, I know."

He pointed outside, "Are you talking about those accomplices of yours outside?"

Albert's pupils contracted.

Now he felt the pressure Song Heping was exerting on him.

This person was even tougher than described in the intelligence reports, and everyone had clearly underestimated his capabilities when assessing his strength.

Seeing him not speaking, Song Heping glanced at his watch, then raised his hand and counted down with his fingers, "Five, four, three, two, one..."

Albert's expression changed drastically, "What are you talking about?"

Song Heping said nothing.

Outside, suddenly the lights flared brightly, as if floodlights were illuminating the surroundings.

From a loudspeaker, a voice that shocked Albert to his core resounded—

"To the people in the Nissan SUV in front, and the two individuals in the beach woods, listen up, you are surrounded. We are from the Venezuela Sea Naval Land Battle Camp. Drop your weapons, raise your hands, come out and surrender. Don't try any tricks; you have no chance to escape! The sea here is patrolled by our boats."

Song Heping smiled at Albert across from him, "Surrender, buddy. Everyone outside is with me, a whole camp's worth."

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