The bulletproof Lincoln was indeed a luxury vehicle.
Song Heping drove it alone, escorting Angel to the dam.
The car was great and handled smoothly; it was the best car Song Heping had ever driven, especially with its B7-level bulletproof capabilities, which provided a full sense of security.
When they arrived next to the dam and parked, the surroundings were pitch dark. Song Heping looked around and then turned to Angel in the back seat, saying, "You wait in the car. I'll go down to check things out and call you when it's time to get out."
Perhaps because she could only rely on Song Heping here, Angel didn't fuss as usual. Instead, she obediently nodded her head like a well-behaved cat.
"Okay, I'm counting on you then," she said politely, which caught Song Heping off guard.
This Western girl seemed smart.
She knew where she could make a fuss and where she couldn't.
He got out of the car, closed the door, and looked around.
The moon was high, casting a clear light everywhere.
Visibility was good.
Song Heping felt somewhat relieved.
After all, an overly dark night was not favorable to him.
Night vision goggles.
He thought back to that pricey piece of equipment.
This time when he returned, he must get one, no matter what.
During night operations, that thing really was useful.
Looking towards the direction of the dam, he saw no people.
Song Heping took out his binoculars and carefully observed again.
Only the wind, only the trees, but no people.
Had he arrived early?
He checked his watch.
The time was just hitting eight o'clock sharp.
"VIP calling, are all of you in position?"
"Grey Wolf in position," came the reply.
"Chef White Bear in position."
"Queen in position."
"It's too quiet here. Have you noticed anything?"
Grey Wolf said, "Nothing on my end."
Chef responded, "There are people at your 5 o'clock, about a dozen or so."
Queen said, "On the opposite side of the dam, at 11 o'clock, there are two enemies, likely snipers."
Song Heping put away the binoculars.
Without night vision capability, the binoculars were useless to look through.
He glanced towards the 5 o'clock and 11 o'clock directions.
Song Heping memorized the rough positions.
If a situation arose, he would need to find cover immediately to ensure the enemy's sniper team wouldn't take out Angel.
But with positions at 11 o'clock and 5 o'clock directly opposing each other, setting up a successful crossfire, finding the right cover was crucial; otherwise, he could evade initially but not for long.
His gaze fell on the top of the dam; the ends of the dam's crest were about one meter high concrete barriers, protruding sections that could block the line of sight from attacks at 11 o'clock and 5 o'clock.
The only concern was the front of the vehicle.
How many people Mr. J would bring onto the dam was critical.
Suddenly, some black dots seemed to appear on the opposite bank's yellow soil, moving quickly towards the direction of the dam.
Song Heping quickly picked up the binoculars again to observe the moving targets.
On closer look, there were two SUVs and a pickup truck.
There appeared to be people standing in the back of the pickup.
The convoy stopped at the entrance to the dam, a few people got out to guard, and after some dallying, finally one person emerged from the SUVs.
"Attention, they're here," Chef's voice came through the earpiece.
"Got it."
Song Heping's words had not faded when the door of the Lincoln bulletproof car behind him opened.
Angel got out of the car, holding a satellite phone, "Mr. J is calling, he wants us on the dam."
Song Heping hurried over, standing in front of Angel, and said, "Could you confirm it's him?"