Song Heping quickly located another listening device in another Lincoln, and he destroyed that one as well.
After everything was completed, Song Heping threw a glance at the chef and said, "Chef, I'd like to talk to you alone."
"What a coincidence, I have something to discuss with you as well."
Unexpectedly, the chef had the same idea.
So, the two of them changed location and found a room next door.
Once they shut the door, the chef spoke first, "Song, we can't take on this deal anymore."
As he spoke, he took out a pack of cigarettes from his pocket, lit one for himself, and offered another to Song Heping.
Song Heping waved his hand, "I don't smoke."
After speaking, he subconsciously looked around the room.
Fortunately, the room didn't even have windows, so smoking wouldn't make the chef a target.
"I was thinking the same, Angel's deal can't continue," Song Heping said. "Meeting Mr. J again is pointless."
"Huh?" The chef paused, then added, "I thought you were just afraid of provoking the CIA."
Song Heping said, "Of course not. If we hurry back to the Green Zone today, what happens tonight might not be scrutinized by anyone. We act like we know nothing, and so will the CIA, everyone playing dumb."
"But now it's different. Mr. J is not dead, and Angel wants to meet him again. I have a feeling it's a trap."
"A trap?" the chef said. "I was just worried that the CIA's action teams would trace us here. They surely know Mr. J isn't dead, and perhaps that drone has returned. We basically have no chance to escape their surveillance."
"Escaping won't help," sighed Song Heping. "Even if we manage to dodge all surveillance and take Angel to see Mr. J, it would still be a dead end."
The chef asked, "How do you come up with that idea?"
Song Heping said, "Though I don't have any proof, don't you find it strange that so many of Mr. J's men have just been killed, and suddenly he's so reasonable, unconcerned, uninvestigative, and immediately wants a meeting? If you were Mr. J, what would you think?"
While speaking, Song Heping pointed at the chef, then at himself.
"Change your perspective, analyze it from the perspective of battlefield psychology."
The chef openly said, "I've never been a soldier."
Song Heping had no choice but to explain again, "Anyone would think that Angel and the CIA are in this together."
After thinking for a moment, the chef suddenly found it very reasonable, "Right, you're right!"
He touched his bald head and couldn't help but give it a strong pat.
Perhaps feeling silly for overlooking such an obvious point and embarrassed to slap his own face, he settled for hitting his bald head instead.
"Looks like we really shouldn't go. Sadam has been missing for months, and those loyal to him, former military officers, and soldiers have now formed a Suicide Squad. It's said they're active in the northwest of Illiguo. That's why there's been non-stop fighting in the region lately. If we recklessly take that foolish girl over there, the few of us won't even be enough to stick between their teeth."
"So..."
Song Heping spread his hands.
"We can't take this job. Even if Angel offers a lot of money, having money but no life to spend it doesn't help."
The chef is a straightforward person, and he had already sensed something fishy, which is why he had come to talk to Song Heping privately.
Now that the two had reached a consensus, he also came up with a decision.
"Let's go talk to Angel, we're not taking this job! She can find someone else to accompany her to her death if she wants, but not us."
Just as they were about to head out, the chef's satellite phone started vibrating in his pocket.
"Huh?"
He took out the satellite phone, saw the number, and was stunned.
Song Heping noticed the oddity and quickly asked, "What's wrong?"
"Блядь!"
The chef cursed in Russian.
"Thomas."
Even in the dark where it was hard to see clearly, Song Heping still heard the chef gritting his teeth.
"Him?"
Song Heping was also shocked.
What time was it?
This guy actually dared to call the chef directly?
What was he up to?
The chef hesitated for a moment, but still answered the call.
"Thomas, you're still up this late?"
The chef's tone was filled with mockery, lacking the warmth of before.
Of course, there was no warmth left.
Everyone now knew that the shooting incident beside the dam had been instigated by Thomas's men.