"We're surrounded, boss!"
The shock of the team members of the "Watcher" squad in the vehicle was beyond words.
The communications expert Matthew's face turned pale as he said to the team leader Wilson, "Boss, we must destroy the radio and the documents."
Wilson nodded and then said to Matthew, "Wait a moment."
He immediately contacted the spy ship on the sea through the channel, and after giving instructions for the aftermath, he asked in a deep voice, "Do you think we should fight back or surrender?"
Silence fell inside the vehicle.
The team members looked at each other.
Finally, Matthew said, "Even if we fight back, we have no chance of winning."
Wilson didn't respond.
In the darkness, the assault soldier Philips exclaimed, "Let's fight them to death!"
Just then, a voice came through the loudspeaker.
"Agents in the vehicle, I'm your target tonight, Song Heping. Although I don't know why you're after me, I still suggest you surrender. After all, I don't want to kill you. Otherwise, do you think your busted car could stop 14.5mm machine gun bullets?"
Wilson looked outside through the car window.
Around two hundred meters away, several BTR-82 infantry fighting vehicles could be vaguely seen behind palm trees or bushes.
Indeed, these fighting vehicles were mounted with 14.5 caliber machine guns, and their own rented civilian Nissan SUV was no match, not even against 7.62 caliber bullets.
"Destroy the equipment, let's get out of the car."
Wilson finally made the decision.
Seeing the team leader decide to surrender, the rest quietly began handling their equipment.
The deputy leader and demolition expert Alvin installed explosives in the vehicle, set the detonators, then nodded at Wilson, "It's ready."
The team members opened the doors, raised their hands, and slowly walked out.
Song Heping said to the Land Battle Camp commander, "Be vigilant, but don't fire. Wait for my order."
"No problem."
An entire camp surrounded the area, three layers inside and three layers outside. The confident captain nodded and picked up the radio to issue orders.
Thirty meters away, Jiang Feng shouted at Wilson and the others, "Stop! Get down on the ground! Hands on your heads!"
Wilson and his team stopped, slowly knelt down, then lay flat on the ground.
Just as they went down, the Nissan SUV exploded into a fireball.
The soldiers from the surrounding Land Battle Camp immediately tensed up.
Song Heping hastily reassured, "Don't be nervous! They're just destroying their own communication equipment!"
"Damn Americans!"
The captain was furious, wishing he could shoot the group on the spot.
But he had orders from above to follow Song Heping's directives and command, so he had to obey reluctantly.
Soon, a group of soldiers gathered around, tied up Wilson and his team into a bundle like crabs, and brought them in front of Song Heping.
"Take them to the military camp; I'll go back with you."
Song Heping glanced at Wilson.
Experts recognize each other at a glance, knowing full well that they were both formidable.
But of course, Song Heping's aura was much stronger, given that he was the victor and Wilson was now the prisoner.
Forty minutes later, inside the Land Battle Camp on the western side of Margarita Island.
The "Musician" requisitioned a two-story building to detain these agents and conduct necessary interrogations.
It's good to have connections from above.
In Venezuela, Song Heping had secured a powerful alliance and was now untouchable.
Willson was the first to be pushed into the interrogation room.
Song Heping's interrogation methods were quite straightforward.
When Wilson thought Song Heping was going to torture him, he found nothing in the room but a table and two chairs.
"Name, affiliation, rank."
Song Heping pressed the recording device in front of him and then very politely asked Wilson for his name.
"I have nothing to say."
Wilson put on a tough-guy front.
Song Heping smiled and asked, "Are you really not going to tell me? You want to play the tough guy in front of me?"
Wilson said, "You can torture me, but if I even frown, I'm a coward!"
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