"What the hell is going on?!"

Inside the Armed Headquarters in Badi Town, Ahmair slammed the phone down and burst into a fury at Rod.

"How did our reinforcements from Siria get intercepted by the Illigo Government Army?! Didn't you coordinate with the military before? Nearly two thousand of my men are trying to cross the border, and now they're stuck at the border area and can't get through! You'd better get your people to reign in those idle government troops and clear the passage! "

Watching the furious Ahmair in front of him, Rod felt like he was watching a three-year-old clown performing a farcical act.

Deep down, Rod had no respect for these terrorists from extremist organizations.

If it weren't for orders from higher-ups to come here and assist them, these Big Beards would be the terrorists he'd be expected to gun down one by one.

Keep in mind, I5I5 had pledged allegiance to the Armed Organization Laden, the very root of this anti-terror war.

And now, these Big Beards, hardly literate, dare to blow up at him?

Rod wished he could just pull out his pistol and kill this idiot right now.

But he couldn't do that.

"Do you not have a brain?! Do you think you're regular troops? Or legitimate anti-government armed forces?"

Rod gave Ahmair a cold look.

Raising his hand, he pointed his finger at his own head with a contemptuous gesture and said, "Think with your brain! You guys are an extremist organization! You're terrorists! You want me to coordinate with the coalition forces? With the Illigo Government?! How should I coordinate?! Shall I tell them that I'm from the Central Intelligence Agency and now I command you to open the border for two thousand I5I5 armed personnel to come through and support their operations in southwest Illigo?!"

Maybe it was too much excitement.

Rod's spittle flew everywhere, and much of it splashed onto Ahmair's face.

The latter looked at the Central Intelligence Agency agent in front of him in shock, perhaps not expecting such a violent reaction, suddenly not knowing how to respond.

Rod wasn't finished after cursing, and his hand lifted again, but this time pointed at Ahmair: "Tell your people to avoid conflict with the government army; otherwise, the coalition will surely support the government army. If you want to battle with our army, then go ahead and escalate the situation!"

"Damn it!"

Rod's scolding indeed jolted Ahmair awake.

It was as if he suddenly saw himself from outside the situation.

He saw his identity clearly.

He saw the identity of this Armed Organization he was part of.

That's right.

The Central Intelligence Agency is assisting them covertly right now.

But only covertly.

This must not be exposed.

Exposure means death.

He had no choice but to return to the radio and start contacting those reinforcements.

Now the situation had become somewhat unusual, just as Ahmair turned to leave, an agent came over and reported to Rod, "Something doesn't feel right."

Rod frowned and asked, "What's wrong?"

"Come and take a look."

The agent led Rod to the computer, pointed at the screen, and said, "For nearly an hour, the 'People's Power' troops haven't shown any signs of movement. It's like they've disappeared..."

Rod leaned in towards the screen.

In the footage, drones circled around the town where "People's Power" resided.

The high-definition reconnaissance camera opened infrared mode in the night sky.

The armed forces surrounding the town were gone.

The town itself seemed to have very few living people visible.

Everyone appeared as if they had vanished.

"Are you sure that nearly two thousand people were deployed here before?"

"Yes, I indeed saw a large number of armed personnel entering the town before. They were supposed to be deploying for an attack, but after they entered the town, they disappeared."

"Could they all be hiding in the houses?"

"It's possible, but aren't they supposed to launch the offensive tonight? It's unlikely there hasn't been any troop movement for so long..."

"Weird..."

Rod was utterly baffled and scratched his chin, unable to figure out the reason even after thinking for a long time.

"Keep an eye on them, make sure we grasp their every move the moment they act."

"Okay."

While Rod and his subordinates were confused in the I5I5 command center, in the northwest of Illiguo in the direction of Dahook, five trucks covered with canvas were driving towards the border of Siria.

Inside the truck, Song Heping looked at Jabbar in front of him, pointing to Gelashuk Town on the electronic map and said, "Are you sure Baghdadi is hiding there?"

"Absolutely sure."

The Persian Agent Jabbar assured Song Heping confidently: "Our people in Siria have been watching Baghdadi. He has four wives, and the one he loves most has been living in Siria all year round. Recently, this favorite third wife suddenly left Deir ez-Zor for Gelashuk. Our intelligence analysts combined these recent events and speculated that Baghdadi might have entered Siria to hide from you."

He spread his hands and said, "You know, Baghdadi has always been extremely cautious. He knows he has provoked you and is familiar with your capabilities, so entering Siria is the safest option."

Song Heping asked, "If we cross the border like this, will the Sirian military intercept us?"

"Don't worry!"

Jabbar revealed a smile, "This route was most frequently used by smugglers. We are very familiar with it. There won't be anyone there, and if there are, they are under our control. It used to be within the Freedom Army's control, but since you wiped out the Freedom Army, it has been occupied by the Madheh Army; now, it's controlled by our people."

"Oh... I see..."

Song Heping remembered the past.

The Freedom Army was a local armed force in Illiguo, supported by the Kurd Armed Forces and was entrenched in the northwest region.

Back then, Song Heping directly targeted their headquarters for the safety of the oil fields.

Since then, the Freedom Army had existed in name only.

The Madheh Army was a pro-Shiye Sect armed force, covertly supported by Avanti.

With the demise of the Freedom Army, the Madheh Army, which had always been their rival in the northwest region, took the opportunity to take over their territory.

To say they are our own people is not an overstatement at all.

After getting clarification on all matters, the satellite phone on Song Heping's tactical vest suddenly vibrated.

He took it out and saw that it was Samir contacting him.

"Samir, how's the situation on your side?"

"Following your orders, we disbanded and entered civilian homes after entering the town. Now, even drones overhead wouldn't be able to detect us. However, waiting like this... my subordinates are quite bewildered..."

"Alright, don't rush. There will be plenty of opportunities to fight." Song Heping said, "I reckon that the CIA's people must have met up with I5I5 by now. They have drones to help them out, so a head-on clash won't be to your advantage."

"But we can't just wait like this..." Samir said, "After all, I've mobilized so many people this time, it's a full-scale deployment. Having so many convene here yet not firing a single shot, they're bound to feel disgruntled."

Song Heping sneered: "Samir, to be a proper leader of an Armed Organization, you must have an authoritative presence. If you can't even control your own subordinates, what's the point of being a leader? How could you command your troops in the future? Tell them it's part of the plan. Ask them to hold their horses. Once the fighting starts on the Sirian side, the CIA will surely realize they've been tricked. Drones, reinforcements, everything will be deployed to rescue Baghdadi. That's when their coordination will fall apart. Then if you make your move, you'll achieve twice the results with half the effort! Get it?"

"I get it, I get it..."

Samir would never dare say "no" in front of Song Heping.

Despite having left the company for so many years.

But this kind of influence, akin to one of bloodline suppression, always reduced him to a subordinate role in front of Song Heping.

After the call ended, Song Heping gently lifted the tarp on the truck.

The trucks following behind were closely tailing, and under the moonlight, the dust kicked up by the wheels was visible.

The weather tonight is excellent, with a clear moon and sparse stars, an apt night for a massacre.

Source: Webnovel.com, updated by lotustale.com