"So how did you find out about this person?"
Song Heping squatted down again, and he put away his pistol.
He believed that the guy had indeed not lied.
"About four days ago, I heard that an American followed Hou Saini to Rashid Castle, I just heard... but I don't know if they really went there."
"Who is Hou Saini?" Song Heping asked.
"He is our superior, in charge of commanding the 'Student Brigade'."
The name "Student Brigade" entered Song Heping's ears, and he immediately became alert.
After all, this was the core combat organization of the Ata.
Speaking of which, this has to be traced back to the day the Ata Organization was born. At that time, their name was "Student Army," which rose and merged with other local armed organizations, but this "Student Brigade" is their most core and also the most original combat force, the capital from when they started.
Although they might not all be "students" composed of young people as they were in the early days, it is no exaggeration to say that it is the earliest armed force within the Ata Organization.
"Where is the headquarters of the Student Brigade?" Song Heping pressed on.
The Ata militant hesitated for a moment.
After all, this involved the organization's secrets; if it leaked out and people knew it was he who revealed this information, unless he left both Afghan and Ba Country, he would have nowhere to be buried.
Just thinking about the terrifying methods of his organization, he couldn't help but shut his mouth.
But soon his gaze returned to the pistol with the silencer in Song Heping's hand, and he began to speak again.
"The Student Brigade is on Main God Mountain about twenty kilometers north of Rashid Castle near the Algerian border line."
"Are Hou Saini and the American still there now?"
"They should be... It's close to the border, and the whole mountain has been hollowed out, with intricate tunnels that can accommodate hundreds of people. It was dug out when fighting the Soviets and has been expanded over the years. The tunnels wrap around the entire mountain. If someone unfamiliar went in, they'd get lost. So, it's the safest place. Hou Saini spends most of his time there. If the American is with Hou Saini, he must be at Main God Mountain."
Feeling the intense murderous aura from Song Heping, the guy spilled everything like beans in a bamboo tube.
Whatever Song Heping asked, he answered, and even without asking, he still answered.
"Old squad leader..."
Jiang Feng whispered from the side: "I just looked at the electronic map and didn't find any Main God Mountain... Is this guy providing false intelligence?"
As he spoke, the killing intent in his eyes overflowed, glaring at the Ata militant seated on the ground, like a wolf ready to pounce.
Song Heping glanced at the electronic map in Jiang Feng's hand, then at the Ata militant, and asked Jiang Feng, "Give me that paper map."
When on a mission, in addition to electronic maps, a sealed plastic bag with a paper map is generally kept on hand for when there is interference.
Jiang Feng quickly found his own map and handed it over.
Song Heping continued, "Raincoat."
Jiang Feng found the raincoat and passed it over as well.
Song Heping went to the bottom of a slope, shielded himself with the raincoat, turned on the tactical flashlight, looked for a while, then turned off the light, lifted the raincoat, and brought the map in front of the Ata militant, sitting opposite him.
"Rabbani, come here and sit down as the interpreter," he ordered.
This time, the three of them murmured under the cover for a while.
When the raincoat was lifted again, Song Heping said to everyone, "Main God Mountain is the local colloquialism for it, and we have now determined its location."
He handed the map to Jiang Feng, "Mark the coordinates, and then let's move out."
Jiang Feng took the map, saw the position marked by Song Heping with a pen, and circled it.
He took out a military smartphone, opened the built-in military system, pulled up the electronic map, located the position and then marked it.
"It's been shared."
"Let's go."
"What about him?!"
Jiang Feng pointed at the Ata member on the ground.
Everyone looked at each other.
Logically, he had already said all he could say.
Morally, they should let him off the hook.
But releasing an Ata member in this kind of place could eventually bring about their own doom.
The Ata militant sitting on the ground also seemed to sense something and started to plead incessantly, "You said you wouldn't kill me if I told the truth, you said so..."
Everyone could see that the guy was very young.
A little over twenty years of age...
If life was a voyage, then he had just left the harbor.
After a moment of silence, Song Heping came in front of the Ata militant and drew his pistol.
The other side wanted to shout, but before he could open his mouth, Gabri stuffed it again.
Song Heping drew his pistol, switched off the safety, and pointed the muzzle at the other party: "I never promised you that you wouldn't die for speaking, but I will ensure you go without pain. You are a believer, so think of it as going to the paradise of your dreams. Next time you're reborn, don't come back here."