"What were you discussing just now?"
Seeing Song Heping and the cook return to the hall, Angel immediately came forward to inquire.
When Song Heping had left earlier, she had felt extremely anxious, as only she, White Bear, and Grey Wolf were left in the hall.
Without Song Heping, Angel felt insecure.
"We were discussing some tactical arrangements,"
Faced with Angel's inquiry, Song Heping of course would not tell the truth.
He and the cook had agreed that they could not let Angel know that the "Musician" Mercenary Group had already teamed up with the CIA.
This matter sounded underhanded.
It seemed like they were selling Angel out.
In actuality, there was nothing dishonorable about it.
After all, the "Musician" Mercenary Group had taken on a PSD task, which was to ensure Angel's safety here.
Beyond that, they had no other obligations.
As long as Angel returned to Country M wholly and unharmed, Song Heping and his team would not be violating the contract.
"Miss Angel, there's something I would like to discuss with you."
"Song, feel free to say whatever's on your mind,"
Among everyone present, only Angel could accurately pronounce her own surname.
This forced Song Heping to reflect on the power of knowledge; Angel truly was a Yale graduate.
Look at the cook and Thomas, those guys.
They definitely hadn't studied well as children, and even now struggled to pronounce names correctly.
"I just talked with the cook, and we think that Sayif's initiative to meet is a huge trap."
"A trap?" Angel exclaimed, "You mean to suggest that I shouldn't go?"
Song Heping said, "This is also for your safety, you know, we still have a responsibility for your security."
This statement was not against his conscience.
After all, she had genuinely spent money to hire them; they couldn't just watch her die.
But Song Heping's statement definitely didn't mean to prevent Angel from meeting Mohammed Sayyaf.
On the contrary, he was eager for Angel to meet Sayyaf.
Otherwise, how would they get down to that five million dollars?
"No, I must go!"
Angel's desire for recognition still overcame her fear.
"This meeting is too important, I can't afford not to go!"
Seeing her so determined, Song Heping was inwardly delighted.
Previously, the cook had worried that Angel might be too frightened to go.
Song Heping had remarked then that with Angel's character, despite her seeming whiny when things got tough, she was a woman fiercely passionate about her career and would never miss an opportunity to shine.
Now, Angel's response confirmed what he had previously discussed with the cook.
The cook also discreetly gave Song Heping a thumbs up from the side, showing his admiration.
"Alright then."
Song Heping spoke gravely, "Taking people's money to ward off their disasters. You are our employer, and since you have decided to go, we will definitely do our best to ensure your safety, but you must cooperate with us, follow all our arrangements, otherwise I cannot guarantee you won't die here."
"Of course!"
Angel was delighted when Song Heping agreed.
"Hold on!" The cook intervened at this moment, "Miss Angel, for this second meeting with you, we need to apply for some intelligence resource assistance from the company. Otherwise, with just a few of us, we cannot guarantee your safety if something happens. All these involve expenses, such as drones or signal tracking services, which are paid services…"
"No problem," Angel said, "money is not an issue!"
Song Heping now witnessed the cook's ability to gather wealth.
In tactical guidance, he was superior to the cook.
But when it came to making money and business operations, the cook was the expert.
It was he who had requested assistance from Thomas, yet through the cook's manipulations, there were additional charges?
It seemed the mercenary business also couldn't escape commercial thinking; understanding how to manage was key to maximizing profits.
This maneuver by the cook had successfully fooled the naive Angel.
"Right," Song Heping remembered something, "This time, we need to track Sayif's phone signal to confirm that it is him coming to meet you. So during every call, you need to try to extend the talk time as much as possible to assist the technicians, understood?"
"Understood!"
The satellite phone rang just as Angel finished speaking.