Song Heping arrived at the camp headquarters and casually sat down in the chair that belonged to Major Lonnie.
"Major, I'm borrowing your desk for a bit, you won't mind, will you?"
Lonnie's expression was as if he had eaten shit, sickened yet unable to admit it: "I don't mind."
Song Heping placed his laptop on the desk, plugged it in, and then asked, "Where are those documents?"
Lonnie called a serviceman over: "Have all the documents been printed out?"
The serviceman nodded: "They're printed, quite a lot... Should I bring them all over, Major?"
Lonnie said: "Of course bring them all, hurry!"
His urgency in handing over the documents to Song Heping was not because he was eager to cooperate, but because he knew there were many summaries.
The serviceman swiftly carried a large pile of documents from the next room.
"Major, where should I put them?"
"Give them all to him!"
Lonnie pointed at Song Heping.
The serviceman, holding a thick stack of documents, heavily placed them in front of Song Heping: "This is the operation summary of the coalition troops in various sectors for the past five days. Take your time to look through them."
Mist glanced at the documents, somewhat worried if it would be daylight by the time he finished going through all of this?
He looked at his watch.
It was already seven o'clock in the evening.
"Song, do you need my help with this?"
Hearing that Mist wanted to help, Song Heping smiled and said, "No need, you can't help with this, it's something I have to do myself."
He then pulled a document from the top of the pile, quickly skimmed through it after opening it, started flipping pages rapidly, stopped when he found important records, looked it over again, then picked up a pen and ruler and drew a line in his notebook.
Seeing this, Lonnie scoffed: "Take your time, I'm going to find somewhere to wait, just call me when you're done."
Without waiting for a response from Song Heping and his team, he went straight out the door.
Mist was somewhat annoyed.
Lonnie behaved so indifferently, as if the operation was his own affair and it had nothing to do with him.
Mist had seen his fair share of such officers in the Army.
But there was nothing he could do about it.
"Aren't you going to find a place to wait?" Song Heping looked up to see Mist still there and couldn't help but ask.
Mist shook his head: "I'll just wait here, if you need help with anything just call me."
Song Heping laughed.
Finally, he saw a somewhat normal US Army officer.
He quickly returned to his mode of intense work.
Mist watched Song Heping work from the side.
He found it strange how quickly Song Heping was flipping through the documents; he clearly knew what he was looking for, finding the key information he wanted in the operational reports swiftly and then constantly working on his notebook and computer.
It seemed the rumor that the mercenary leader from China was a master of tactical design was not unfounded but most likely absolutely true.
Mist couldn't help but stand up and move next to Song Heping, looking over at his notebook and computer screen.
What he didn't know, he was shocked to find out.
The handwritten notebook contained a very detailed map, and there was also an electronic map on the computer that appeared to be the layout of some kind of pipeline.
Looking at the terrain, his eyes suddenly lit up.
It was a map of Mosul's underground network.
"What does he want with these? Could it be..."
Mist seemed to have had an epiphany, excited as if he had discovered a new continent.
There had been intelligence that the armed Resistance Organization in Mosul had constructed underground works within the city, but no one knew the exact locations.
The CIA had also sent people to investigate.
But the investigators all died.
No one came out alive.
So no one knew the precise locations of the underground works.
Could the "Hunter" organization be hiding within the city's network of pipelines and sewers?
Quickly, Mist dismissed his own thought.
Mosul wasn't a place of abundant rainfall, and the scale of its underground network wasn't large, the pipes wouldn't be as spacious as those in the United States.
It seemed unlikely to use the network for hiding...
Unless it was modified...