The feeling of being on a publicly funded mission is different.
If Song Heping had to use his own company's money for the expenses of this operation, he would definitely feel the pinch.
But now that the Persians are footing the bill, it's time to enjoy.
The city of Trebizond has a very long history, established in the 8th century BC. From 1204 to 1461, it was the capital of the Empire of Trebizond under the Komnenos Dynasty, later annexed by the Osman Empire, which also met its demise, becoming a northern coastal city of modern Turkey.
As it was once an important town on the Ancient Silk Road, merchants from Europe and Asia converged here, and continuous exchanges of populations brought about genetic improvements, so the city was once known to the world for its wealth and beautiful women.
Today, without the glorious Osman Empire, its wealth can't compare to that of its heyday, but the beautiful women remain.
After packing up his things, Song Heping came out of his room and saw Hunter, White Bear, and Grey Wolf huddled together in front of a window, pointing and whispering below, occasionally chuckling softly, sometimes with a lewd expression.
"What the hell are you guys doing?"
Song Heping walked quietly to his comrades' side and looked down following their gaze.
From the excellent vantage point of the fifth floor, he could see a number of lightly dressed women on the street below, each with irresistible, heaving busts and irresistible, perky behinds.
Clearly, these weren't local women.
They looked like European or Slavic vacationers.
"Damn, so many beauties!"
White Bear gestured towards the women below with his mouth and laughed even more lasciviously than Ximen Qing.
Song Heping couldn't help but say, "Do you want me to call the Queen now and let her share your joy?"
"No, no, no!"
Mention of Yuliy, and White Bear immediately chickened out.
Song Heping said, "Stop looking at women here, if you want one, go find it for yourself back in Baghdad."
Baghdad these days has it all.
Even brothels, as long as you can pay, there's no woman you can't find.
Reluctantly, the men finally moved away from the window.
Song Heping told White Bear and Grey Wolf, "You two go and check the surroundings of our residence, make an emergency plan."
"Do we really need to be that serious here? Nobody knows we're here."
White Bear felt Song Heping was making a fuss over nothing.
An emergency plan includes defense and evacuation, examining the environment, and assessing security.
For mercenaries, this was nothing new.
But this mission to Turkey was secret, nobody knew about it.
Even less likely that they would be tracked or targeted.
So White Bear thought it was quite superfluous.
"Just go when I tell you to go."
Song Heping didn't want to argue with White Bear here.
To the thick-skinned Russian, it's like telling him that drinking too much could kill him, yet he would still drink pure alcohol when craving booze.
Dealing with people of this nationality, being direct is best, no need to fuss about face issues. Now he was the boss, and White Bear had to listen.
Sure enough, White Bear took well to Song Heping's decisiveness.
"Alright, alright, I'll go."
He nodded with his huge head and went downstairs with Grey Wolf.
"Hunter."
Song Heping motioned to him.
"What's up, boss?" Hunter asked.
Song Heping said, "Set up a sniper point here on the fifth floor, an observation post. We're going to observe for some time."
Hunter replied, "Okay, I'm on it."
Song Heping said, "Then I'll leave this to you. After getting the equipment tonight, start taking turns on watch, keeping an eye on Hassan's villa."
As he spoke, he patted Hunter on the shoulder and then went downstairs.
Hunter looked around, first pulling all the curtains shut.
Then he dragged a desk over and pushed it in front of the window, opened a slit of the curtains, laid a mat on the desk, and then climbed up to simulate a sniper's aiming position before adjusting the position of the desk again.
Soon, he came down from the desk and arranged a chair and a small coffee table in front of another window in the same direction, positioning them next to the window, sat in the chair, and opened a crack in the curtain in front of him to look out.
From this angle, with the advantage of height, one could clearly see Hassan's entire villa.
But since the distance was about 200 meters, equipment would be necessary to see more clearly.
Having made these arrangements, Hunter checked the surveillance angle again and left the fifth floor only when he was satisfied.
When he came down to the first floor, White Bear and Grey Wolf had also returned.