Mr. J had arranged the meeting place on a dam.
The dam was near the Selasar Lake District, constructed in the fifties, and served as the lock connecting the Tigris River and the Selsar River to the reservoir.
South of the dam lay Krasa Town, to the north flowed the Tigris River, and to the west ran the Selsar River, situated at the confluence of the two, its location was highly strategic.
Most secret meetings are arranged inside houses or some secluded places, but Mr. J setting the meeting location on a dam was beyond comprehension.
"Boss, if anything goes wrong at this location, we'll have a hard time protecting the VIP," White Bear expressed his concerns immediately upon seeing the location. "If they want us dead, we have nowhere to run."
His worries were not unfounded.
PSD missions must consider all possible scenarios and have contingency plans.
Although Mr. J was an informant for Angel, there shouldn't be any reason for suspicion, in principle.
But this was no ordinary informant.
No one could guarantee whether it was a trap or not.
The Cook naturally furrowed his brows.
If the situation was as White Bear described it.
If Mr. J harbored ill intent and wanted the lives of his group, it would be as easy as flipping his hand.
"Can we change the location?" the Cook asked Angel.
Angel shook her head, "I have absolutely no way to contact him, it's always he who initiates contact with me."
The Cook said, "It's very difficult for us to operate when you're always so passive."
Angel replied, "Why would I pay you such a high salary if it weren't difficult? Mr. J is on the wanted list by the coalition forces, he wouldn't have survived this long if he weren't careful. Whether it's Langley, the military, or other intelligence agencies, even Mercenary Organizations are looking for him, his life is worth five million US dollars."
Song Heping couldn't help but laugh, "Then why do you meet with him in secret? Are you committing treason?"
Angel's face turned red all of a sudden.
This logic...
Sounded like it wasn't wrong.
Since Mr. J was wanted by the US Army and the government, by meeting with him secretly and striking some kind of deal as a citizen of Country M, could that be considered treason?
It seemed like it was…
And yet it seemed like it wasn't…
After all, helping Aunt Nancy to reveal the truth was also upholding justice, wasn't it?
But was it really so?
Angel couldn't even face her own conscience.
However, this kind of inner struggle and the intricacies involved are things she couldn't discuss with Song Heping.
Should she tell him she was here due to a struggle between the donkey and the elephant?
Should she tell him it was for her Aunt Nancy's sake, wanting to get some dirt to impeach that big shot in the White House, to make him scram?
"Just do your job and mind your own business! I pay you to protect me, not to interrogate me like some kind of secret agent!"
Angel, inadvertently touched on a sore spot by Song Heping's words, suddenly became a bit infuriated, "Don't forget your professional ethics!"
The Cook hurriedly explained, "Miss Angel, Song is new to this line of work, and he doesn't understand many rules."
After saying this, he shot Song Heping a look, signaling him not to continue.
Song Heping's remarks were just off-the-cuff; he hadn't anticipated such a strong reaction from Angel.
The rule among mercenaries is not to question stance or morality, just take the money and do the job.
Either don't accept the job, or if you do, carry it out well and ask fewer questions about your employer.
So, he simply shut his mouth.
But Song Heping couldn't hold back before long.
This time, it wasn't because of Angel.
It was because the Cook and White Bear, after discussing tactics for half a day, couldn't come to any conclusive decisions.
The reason they couldn't reach a unanimous decision was quite straightforward.
It was difficult to ensure absolute safety for the VIP at a place like the dam.
The dam spanned about three hundred meters, and Mr. J had stipulated no driving allowed; they had to walk to the meeting point in the middle.
This also meant that in the event of a shootout, if Angel had to evacuate, she would have to run nearly two hundred meters to get off the dam.
For a normal person, that two hundred meter stretch would take over twenty seconds to run, let alone for someone like Angel, who was of the dainty sort.
In such a case, the person becomes a sitting duck, certain to catch bullets.
Mr. J daring to suggest meeting here implied that in Krasa, he definitely had numerous subordinates at his disposal; after all, the man used to be a security advisor for Da Maozi and was a military man with no shortage of old troops.
Sadam had not yet been captured, and his former subordinates were still resisting in various locations; it was very possible that there were quite a few former government soldiers in disguise in Krasa Town.
Based on this estimation, Mr. J held an absolute advantage in terms of military force.