Song Heping had thought he wouldn't easily get through this time.
Clearly, Thomas was targeting him.
Otherwise, he wouldn't have tortured him alone last night.
This guy probably held a grudge against him because of the Sayif incident.
Perhaps he had harbored ill intentions from the start.
But if soldiers are coming, block them; if the waters rise, use earth to hold them.
If it can't be avoided, then one must force through.
Just as Song Heping fell into a deep sleep, waiting for Thomas to come looking for trouble again, he was awakened by a "Scorpion" member instead.
Clang—
When the iron door opened, the Chef quickly woke Song Heping up.
"Son. They are here!"
Song Heping opened his eyes, groggily sat up, and sure enough, saw Thomas's figure outside the iron door.
He simply walked up proactively, stared provocatively at him, and said, "What now? Going to take me somewhere? Come on, I've been eagerly waiting."
Thomas stared at Song Heping with his dead fish eyes for a long time, suddenly stretching his lips into a smile uglier than crying.
"Son, I didn't come back to give you trouble."
He put on an innocent face and said, "This was just a misunderstanding; we've already clarified it. The ballistics report shows that the bullet was not fired from a Hunter sniper rifle; so, you can leave now. If you wish, I can arrange a helicopter to take you back to the oil field."
Having heard Thomas's "explanation."
Song Heping immediately understood that Angel had intervened.
He had hooked up Black Water Company with the Kurd Group through CIA channels, attempting to gain their support on the security matters of the northern oil fields by covertly offering them arms, and during the meeting, the contact person from the Kurds was killed, and Black Water lost several mercenaries—all this information was sent to Angel.
He specifically instructed Ferrari to convey the severity of the situation to Angel exactly as it was, otherwise, he would be in big trouble.
The reason he entrusted his life and fortunes to that foreign woman was firstly, because Song Heping had no other options.
Secondly.
He felt an inexplicable trust in Angel.
This silly, sweet girl could be annoying at times, but sometimes she was so charming that it moved him.
Just like now.
Angel was exactly like her name, adorably angelic.
Song Heping stood at the entrance of the prison cell and locked eyes with Thomas for a moment.
If he could, he really wanted to pull out a gun and kill this ungrateful trash.
But not now.
Endure it!
Damn it!
Patience is a virtue!
Revenge is a dish best served cold.
Even if you are a CIA agent, I will eventually make you eat peanuts.
Having made up his mind, Song Heping also revealed a smile and said, "It's fine, a misunderstanding is a misunderstanding; as long as it's clear, okay then, we'll be leaving, please do arrange for a plane to take us back."
Walking out of the building, he was met with a wave of heat.
Song Heping saw Simon standing in the shadows atop a distant building, gazing over from afar.
After exchanging a glance, Song Heping boarded the plane, and Simon went back to his room.
It was the same Chinook.
Song Heping sat in the cabin, pondering one thing.
Now he had made an enemy of the CIA.
Life in Illiguo would likely not be easy in the future.
He didn't know what tricks they would play to trick him again.
These intelligence operatives are all cunning; not a single one is a good person.
For now, he could think of no good solution.
The most important thing was to secure the oil field orders, establish a firm foothold in Illiguo, and then grow quietly, waiting until he had gathered enough funds before planning further development.
However, he also knew that after this incident, he had invisibly gained a certain level of resources.
Nancy had intervened personally, and whether he or the Chef were really taken seriously, at least they had proven their value in front of Nancy.
It was merely the value of being exploited.
Just like this time, Nancy cleverly used the situation to cause some adverse impact on the Elephant Party.