Western Sen Republic, inside the opposition forces' command center.
The coffee in front of Lumar had already gone cold, his gaze fixed on the satellite phone on the table.
On the other side of the command center, a few staff sat in the corner, occasionally casting glances toward their commander, then exchanging looks with each other.
They wanted to discuss something but were afraid of breaking the silence, so they even breathed carefully.
Lumar had been staring at the phone for a full half hour, his gaze unwavering.
Bzzz——
The phone placed on the table suddenly started vibrating.
Lumar quickly grabbed the satellite phone, as if he were a sports car suddenly pressed on the accelerator.
"What's the situation?!"
"We've already entered the broadcast room. Song instructed that you should initiate the attack in ten minutes. The radio station has increased its security forces, we snuck in unnoticed and currently are controlling the broadcast room. Once discovered, we won't hold out for long. The attack must be swift!"
Abdul's voice came through the phone, tense and urgent.
"No problem!"
The conversation was very brief, ended as soon as it began.
Not a second can be wasted now.
Time is more precious than gold.
"Immediately order all units to launch a full-scale attack on the enemy's defensive positions according to plan!"
Lumar stood up swiftly, pointing at the staff.
"You must initiate the attack within ten minutes, don't waste a single second. Whoever's slow will be shot by me!"
Capital Butare, inside the national radio station.
The ten minutes waiting for the opposition forces to attack felt like an eternity.
The staff in the broadcast room were tied up in a corner, their mouths stuffed with cloth, eyes filled with fear.
Ferrari guarded by the window, vigilantly observing the movements below.
The guards downstairs had not yet realized the trouble above, continuing their patrol in the courtyard as normal.
At the gate, a few soldiers gathered, sharing cigarettes, smoky haze surrounding them.
Ferrari's palms were sweaty.
He turned to look at Song Heping.
Song Heping and Jiang Feng stood by the door of the broadcast room, ready to handle any unexpected situations.
The corridor outside seemed silent.
After all, it's nighttime, and few are left on duty at the radio station.
If it weren't for the necessity of broadcasting President Noel's speech tonight, there would have only been a few staff around.
Abdul stood by the equipment, holding a phone like an ant on a hot pan, anxiously waiting for uplifting news from Lumar.
The biggest worry now is someone suddenly entering the broadcast room.
"Thankfully..."
Ferrari wanted to say something to reassure everyone.
"No one's coming in for work..."
Before he finished speaking, footsteps echoed in the corridor.
There were crisp sounds from high heels tapping on the tiled floor.
Someone was coming.
A woman's voice then echoed in the hall.
"What's going on, didn't Boli go to the broadcast room to adjust the equipment half an hour ago? I told you, as soon as it's adjusted, notify me. The President has been calling to urge, he wants his speech broadcasted immediately to reassure the people... These lazy bones..."
Saying this, the footsteps arrived at the broadcast room door.
Jiang Feng glanced at Ferrari by the window, raised his middle finger at him, mouthing — "Jinx!"
Ferrari's forehead was sweating more heavily.
Under normal circumstances, he would retort.
But now, he wasn't interested in rebuttal.
He wanted to curse himself for being a jinx.
As an internal staff member, Ferrari rarely participated in external operations.
This time, only because most of the key elite members in the company were injured, he had to reluctantly participate as an action personnel.
Unexpectedly, his first involvement in such an important operation was fraught with danger.
As the footsteps reached outside the broadcast room, a mobile phone ringtone suddenly rang from the pocket of one of the tied up staff.