Red Sea, "Lincoln" Aircraft Carrier Combat Command Center.
Kessler stared at the real-time drone footage on the big screen, his brow furrowed.
"Something's not right, it looks like fighting has started."
He pointed at the firefights inside the refinery.
"This isn't a small-scale conflict, this is an all-out brawl."
Coleman moved closer to the screen, adjusted the focus of the MQ-9 "Predator" drone footage, and enlarged the view.
In the footage, militants were crazily shooting, RPG rockets constantly exploding, and the entire refinery was thrown into chaos.
"Who's Abdul's people fighting?"
Coleman frowned.
Kessler thought for a moment and said, "I estimate Song Heping has made his move!"
Coleman's eyes went cold: "If Song Heping is inside, now is the best opportunity."
Kessler hesitated for less than a second, then nodded: "Notify the flight deck, prepare for an airstrike."
On the carrier's deck, two F-15E "Strike Eagle" fighters had already completed pre-heating, the engines roaring deafeningly.
Ground personnel quickly checked the mounted GBU-31 "JDAM" joint direct attack munitions to ensure that the fuses were normal.
"Pilots in place!"
"Weapons systems confirmed!"
"Permission to take off!"
The catapult system instantly started, and the first F-15E shot into the night sky like an arrow departing from the bowstring.
Meanwhile, three MQ-9 "Predator" drones, long deployed over Mogadishu, Somalia, had locked onto the refinery coordinates.
"Hellfire Missiles, launch."
"Whoosh—whoosh—whoosh—"
Six AGM-114 "Hellfire" missiles streaked across the sky, precisely hitting the core areas of the refinery.
"Boom! Boom! Boom!"
The explosion's flames instantly engulfed the entire factory area, the high-temperature blast waves tossing bodies into the air, steel structures twisting and deforming under the shockwaves.
Sajia and Abdul simultaneously looked up, despairingly staring at the sky.
"It's drones!" Hal screamed: "We've been bombed! Who's bombing us!?"
"Song Heping... that bastard..."
Sajia gritted his teeth, quickly thought of something, and frantically pulled out a satellite phone from his pocket, dialing Song Heping's number.
This satellite phone was given to him by Song Heping, said to be convenient for contact...
"Beep... beep... the number you dialed cannot be reached..."
Sajia's face turned pale instantly.
"Looks like we've really been fooled..."
"Then let's run, boss!"
Hal's face was ashen.
Though this guy is dumb, he's not an idiot.
"Retreat! Everyone retreat! Leave Mogadishu!"
Sajia frantically led his men in a breakout attempt from the refinery.
Gunshots everywhere.
Crossfire everywhere.
Fighting everywhere.
Mutual fighting.
Mutual killing!
Bullets whizzed past their ears.
The people around them fell one by one...
Sajia was a figure known for being able to fight and kill in Somali armed groups.
After a reckless breakthrough, at the cost of more than twenty lives, they finally reached the edge of the refinery zone.
"Boss, our car is just ahead! Quick, get in!"
Hal saw a glimmer of hope.
Sajia glanced at his confidant, blood-soaked with an ear half shot off, and for a moment was overwhelmed with grief.
He wanted to sell Song Heping for a good price, wanted to play both ends, but his plans backfired.