The camp was littered with armed personnel lying on the ground.
Song Heping glanced around and then turned to Jiang Feng, "Go drag that guy out."
"Alright."
Jiang Feng seemed eager to do so.
He was actually quite curious to see the effects of these anesthetics.
Even hiding in the car earlier, he couldn't avoid inhaling trace amounts of gas, and even a trace amount had already affected Abdul.
Jiang Feng went to drag the person, while Song Heping went directly to an armed individual, kicked away his gun, and then placed his hand beneath the man's nostrils.
The breathing was very weak.
But still, the person wasn't dead.
He stood up and shot the person as a follow-up.
Bang—
Then he turned to face another armed individual.
This time, upon checking, he found there was no breath.
He checked four similarly.
It turned out two were dead, while two still had weak breathing.
"This drug is really potent..."
He shuddered a little as he touched his gas mask.
Soon, Jiang Feng dragged Abdul over and threw him to the ground.
"What should we do with this guy?"
Jiang Feng asked.
Song Heping countered, "Is he dead?"
Jiang Feng shook his head, "No."
"Then kill him to eliminate any future problems."
Song Heping looked around, pondered briefly, and said, "Take them all down, leave no one, leave no clues."
Jiang Feng nodded, "Hmm, okay."
He understood Song Heping's intent.
This matter must leave no trace, no one should trace it back to "Musician" defense.
At least in the short term, no one should know it was done by Song Heping and his men.
It wasn't that Song Heping feared anyone.
After all, someone who dared challenge the three major intelligence agencies wouldn't fear a North African warlord like Colonel Kadafi.
The key issue lay in these several sets of SAM-6 missile launch systems.
Once the CIA and other intelligence agencies caught a whiff, they could deduce from the situation that Song Heping had acquired defensive weapons, becoming more cautious when formulating a raid plan on Atlon Oasis.
This didn't align with Song Heping's tactical expectations.
Right now, he intended to surprise Pence and others with a "big package."
Bang—
With a gunshot, Abdul was immediately sent off, meeting his maker.
"Boss!"
Silhouettes appeared in the smoke dispersed by the night wind from afar.
Leading them was White Bear.
"Are you guys okay?!"
"We're fine," Song Heping said. "Hurry up and have the launch vehicles and radar vehicles driven away. Right, don't forget the ammunition truck either."
"Okay!"
White Bear was about to leave but remembered something.
"About two hundred people here were anesthetized, all as per your previous instructions—"
As he spoke, he made a slicing gesture across his neck with his hand.
"Hmm, leave no one."
Song Heping said this order quite calmly.
It wasn't cruelty.
Nor was it cold-bloodedness.
It was a necessity.