Song Heping did not move, only coldly scrutinizing Kafvan and the guards behind him.
The soldiers' eyes were vigilant, well-equipped, their movements exuding an air of precision.
However, in Song Heping's eyes, there was no trust, only scrutiny.
"I'll sit in the last vehicle with you."
Song Heping's voice was not loud, but it carried an undeniable weight.
Kafvan was stunned, his thick eyebrows furrowing: "The last vehicle? Mr. Song, that's against security protocol! The VIP should be in the core protection area of the convoy, the last vehicle is most susceptible to attack!"
His tone was full of confusion and a hint of professional objection.
"Do it."
Song Heping's response was only two words, cold and brief, his gaze fixed on Kafvan, carrying an invisible pressure.
Kafvan's expression became somewhat unpleasant, he was about to speak again when the encrypted satellite phone at his waist suddenly vibrated.
He glanced at the caller ID, his expression immediately stern, and answered the call.
"General! ... Yes! ... Understood! ... Absolutely obey! ... Yes!"
The conversation was very brief.
After putting down the phone, Kafvan looked at Song Heping with a more complex gaze.
The previous opposition completely vanished, leaving only the unconditional execution of military orders.
He straightened up, spoke in a deep voice: "The General orders everything to follow your arrangements. Please go ahead."
He stepped aside, indicating Song Heping to head towards the last vehicle.
Song Heping did not move immediately, his gaze sweeping across the convoy: "Route map."
Although Kafvan was full of doubts, he immediately took a military tablet from his adjutant, pulled up the itinerary, and displayed it for Song Heping.
The route meanders through desolate mountain terrain, dry river beds, ultimately pointing to a hidden military base three hundred kilometers away.
Song Heping's gaze swiftly swept across the screen, his fingertip pausing briefly at several key nodes and possible ambush areas, the whole process taking less than twenty seconds.
His face showed no expression, after viewing, he merely said blandly, "Got it."
Then, he stopped looking at anyone, dragging his injured leg towards the convoy's last vehicle, a similarly bulletproofed land cruiser.
He pulled open the door and got into the back seat.
Kafvan watched Song Heping enter the last vehicle, his brow tightly furrowed, turning to make a quick gesture to his team.
All team members swiftly boarded their vehicles, engines roaring back to life.
Kafvan then also climbed into the last vehicle, sitting in the front passenger seat.
The convoy kicked up dust, traveling along the predetermined route towards the destination.
Half an hour later, having traveled nearly forty kilometers.
The convoy's lights illuminated a tunnel entrance.
Song Heping's eyes slightly brightened.
Soon, the tunnel's heavy shadows poured down like ice water, instantly swallowing the bulletproof off-road vehicle.
Suddenly, a cold gun muzzle pressed against Kafvan's temple, Song Heping's icy, indisputable voice came to his ear: "Tell the driver to stop!"
The air suddenly became sticky.
The driver turned his head in shock to look at Song Heping, utterly baffled.
"Mr. Song..."
"Tell the driver to stop immediately!"
Song Heping's gun muzzle pressed harder, Kafvan instantly feeling the cold transfer from the gun making him involuntarily shiver.
He was well aware of the identity of the person he was escorting.
Avanti's distinguished guest, a Demon King from Hell.
The United States had a bounty on him for years, yet still couldn't take his life.
Just now at the border, he alone took down two US Army planes and two special forces teams.
Only one person!
Not even the movies dare film it this way!
"Stop!"
Kafvan instinctively obeyed Song Heping's command.
The driver slammed on the brakes, the tires screeched as they scraped the wet cement ground.
After the engine's low growl died, the tunnel seemed to sink into the deep sea.
The convoy ahead seemed unaware the last vehicle had stopped, continuing to speed along the established route, soon disappearing at the end of the tunnel.
Kafvan slowly turned his head, sweat beading at his temple, his gaze filled with incomprehensible shock.