"All VIP protection agents, in the instant of encountering a sudden situation, their muscle memory and first reaction are never to seek cover themselves, but to protect the VIP at all costs."
Song Heping's voice was steady and clear, every word hitting the hunter's heart.
"They will use vehicle positioning and formation changes to provide tight physical cover for the vehicle carrying the VIP, creating a mobile defense line, blocking any possible attack paths. At the same time, the closest bodyguard will immediately cover the VIP using their body, lowering their head, then instruct the driver to forcibly break through."
He threw out the specific bait plan: "So, you don't need to know which car he usually rides in. You just need to meticulously create a traffic accident that looks sufficiently 'accidental' but doesn't instantly block traffic on his inevitable route, guess what their standard emergency procedure would be?"
"They..."
The hunter instinctively thought over the phone, and his eyes lit up as if he saw a beam of light in the darkness.
"According to procedure, for the absolute safety of the VIP, they would likely choose to not get entangled, immediately change the route! Or... have the vehicle carrying the VIP turn around and leave the scene first!"
"Simply relying on 'leaving first' can't precisely make a judgment."
Song Heping quickly interrupted his optimism, presenting a more complex scenario.
"For example, according to the information you provided, their convoy is usually composed of seven or more vehicles. If Narendra's car were to withdraw, it absolutely couldn't act alone. At least three cars would immediately synchronize to turn around and leave: one opens the path, one carries the VIP, and one handles the rear. Meanwhile, other vehicles unable to turn around immediately would instinctively take obstructive actions, like placing their body horizontally or circling around the withdrawing vehicles, providing temporary shielding protection, blocking possible sniper sightlines from all directions, and if necessary, acting as meat shields."
"Three vehicles running at once..."
The hunter's newly brightened eyes dimmed again, realizing he had oversimplified things, "Yes, it's three vehicles. So... which one is it?"
"I'll tell you, the first one to turn around and grab the position at the front is certainly not the VIP vehicle." Song Heping revealed the first key point, "That's called the Lead Car. Its duty is to maintain a safe distance in front of the VIP vehicle, to detect if there is still danger ahead, to prevent a second attack. It must rush to the very front."
"The last one to turn around, or deliberately slow down at the rear, is the Rear Car, its purpose I needn't say more—breaking off and securing the back."
"Hmm..."
The hunter's mind raced, his eyes lighting up again, "Then according to this logic, the VIP should be in the middle vehicle! Behind the Lead Car, in front of the Rear Car!"
He thought he'd given the absolutely correct answer, even with some expectation in his tone, waiting for Song Heping on the other end to praise his insight.
Unexpectedly, Song Heping threw out a more tricky problem: "But what if, due to the terrain or traffic conditions on site, it's not three cars turning around to retreat, but four cars? Or even five cars coordinating action together, forming a larger evacuation formation. Tell me, which vehicle is the VIP in?"
"This..."
The hunter was instantly silenced, opening his mouth only to find his mind blank.
Exactly!
Three vehicles are fairly distinguishable. What about four? Or five? With experienced SPG agents on the other side, they could very well adjust formations according to the situation on site, never rigidly sticking to only three vehicles.
His boss's thinking is indeed meticulous, considering every possibility, directly putting the most complex scenario before him.
"Boss, or..."
The hunter couldn't help but complain, carrying the stubbornness of a field soldier.
"Or I might as well directly make a large IED (Improvised Explosive Device), calculating the yield and installation position, waiting for his convoy to pass, directly remote detonate, blow his entire convoy sky-high! Once and for all! I feel it's better to use the method we used in Illiguo against the US Army convoy, make the roadside bomb more powerful, let alone his modified Mercedes, even main battle tanks can be flipped over belly up! What SPG, what Gurkha Company, before absolute explosive power they are all trash, directly sending an entire convoy away, how convenient, how thorough!"
"Hunter..."
Over the phone, Song Heping's voice immediately became stern, with a touch of speechlessness and undeniable severity.
Admittedly, from a pure physical standpoint, the hunter's method is indeed a "good" solution.
Power brings miracles, simple and brutal.
But the problem is, this isn't the lawless zone of Illiguo, nor the deserts of Africa. Narendra's three commuting routes are all in the bustling area of Goa, all in places crowded with pedestrians and traffic.
Once large-scale explosives are used to make IEDs for indiscriminate attacks, attempting to destroy the entire convoy, this approach might work, but it would cause enormous collateral damage, implicating the lives of many innocent civilians.
It's not that Song Heping is soft-hearted; on the battlefield, he's decisive and never hesitates. But after such actions, the political and public consequences would be unimaginable.
Previously, the Americans had painstakingly pinned terrorist and war-monger labels onto the "Musician" Defense and Song Heping himself would be definitively confirmed.
Moreover, from now on, the reputation of the "Musician" Defense Company worldwide truly would stink in the street, being hunted and banned by countless countries, all existing cooperation would possibly be voided, and future ones would be impossible to pursue.
For one Narendra, to pay such a high price concerning the survival of the company, it's absolutely not worth it!
"Use your brain to think properly, not your muscles!"
Song Heping's tone intensified by a few degrees.
"Making that kind of high-powered bomb can indeed kill Narendra, but how many pedestrians and innocent people in nearby shops will be dragged down? Dozens? Even hundreds? White Elephant Country is not a battlefield; it's a country with normal laws and orders. To do that, the international impact would be catastrophic. Let's not talk about conducting business in Africa in the future, I fear we won't be able to stay even in the Middle East, becoming street rats, everyone wanting to beat!"
"I... I was just joking around, letting off some steam..."
The Hunter realized he had said something stupid, and his tone immediately softened, embarrassed, "Of course we can't really do that. Don't worry, Boss, I know my limits."
"It better be."
Song Heping's tone relaxed a bit, knowing the Hunter was just venting frustration, "Remember our principles: precision, efficiency, secrecy, minimize collateral damage. Now, put away those crazy thoughts and focus."
He pulled the topic back to the core solution: "Remember what I taught you: when the carefully crafted 'accidental' commotion happens, don't rush to see which car is leaving first. Everyone's first reaction is to brake, observe, and assess threats. The entire convoy will instinctively slow down, maybe even pause briefly, vehicles will instinctively turn sideways, looking for cover or taking advantageous positions."
"Your key observation point is in that brief moment of chaos!"
Song Heping's voice had a calmness of total control.
"The car that is surrounded by other vehicles in the fastest and closest manner, protected by overlapping front and rear ends of other cars, forming a moving steel fortress—that car is most likely carrying the VIP!"
"Then, if they decide to retreat quickly, look for that vehicle previously tightly surrounded in the center of the retreat convoy, then..."
Song Heping paused, delivering the final knockout instruction.
"Aim under the rear door of that vehicle and fire. Narendra, unless he's dumb, will be pinned down on the rear seat floor by the bodyguard during unexpected circumstances, thinking that's the safest location. And you, will send him to hell at the safest place."