N'Djamena Hotel, one of the few five-star luxury places in Africa.
Afternoon, three o'clock.
Under the shade of trees by the roadside three blocks away from the hotel, Song Heping sat in the driver's seat of a rented Toyota sedan, with country music from the local radio station playing on the radio.
Amid the melodious music, the passenger door was opened by someone.
Song Heping had already seen the approaching person in the rearview mirror.
MI6 agent, Geoffrey.
"Good afternoon, Geoffrey."
Song Heping picked up a piece of chewing gum and handed it over.
"Want a piece?"
"No, thanks."
Geoffrey shook his head.
"How's the security inside?" Song Heping asked.
Geoffrey said, "Security has been reinforced these days."
"CIA people or people from the Elder Council?"
"Not CIA people, but all are former Special Forces members and agents, security is even tighter than when he was the CIA deputy director."
Geoffrey said, "He spends most of his time in the presidential suite every day, and I can only deliver food and drinks to the vicinity of the elevator; from there to the room, there are at least three security checkpoints, each with at least three bodyguards, and he leaves the room only at three every afternoon to go to the gym."
"Then hit him when he's in the gym," Song Heping asked, "The gym has lots of people, easy to sneak in."
"You're too naive to think that way," Geoffrey laughed, "The presidential suite is on a separate floor, with a private elevator to reach it, and the gym is on the same floor, how will you get in? This isn't a gym that comes with the hotel."
Song Heping was secretly startled.
This Pence sure has a background in agency work.
He himself probably vetted the security measures, leaving no gaps.
"No room service every day?"
"There is."
"Then I can disguise as room service and get in."
"Stop kidding. He specifically requests female service staff, are you going to change gender?"
Upon hearing this, Song Heping felt it was tricky too.
He didn't have any women who could take on such a mission.
MI6 probably had.
But they wouldn't take action.
Ms. M is also a cunning person.
She wants to use Song Heping against the CIA.
But it's just "use."
Risking her people to kill a former CIA deputy director, anyone with some brains wouldn't be so rash.
Ultimately, his own people would have to take action, and MI6 wouldn't provide excessive assistance.
After all, the relationship between Britain and America is more important than taking down one Pence.
"Alright, then give me the hotel's layout and record his security points and measures and send it to me."
Self-reliance, ample food and clothing.
Relying on others is never reliable.
Especially these shady ones in intelligence circles, each shadier than the last.
"Already prepared."
Geoffrey handed over a USB stick.
"I've received orders to withdraw from the hotel tonight."
"Haha."
Song Heping laughed.
"You Brits sure are the classic shit stirrers."
He couldn't help but taunt: "This is avoiding involvement, right? Afraid we'll get into trouble and drag you down with us."
Geoffrey sneered, "Song, I know who you are, don't mock us here, think about your current identity, a terrorist on the UN list, a major South American drug lord, us providing some intelligence help is already giving you face, if it weren't for orders from above, I wouldn't be sitting in this car with you."
Seeing him retort, Song Heping didn't hold back: "I'm on the list as a terrorist leader, a major drug lord? Then tell me, what terrorist attack did I carry out? Since you know my personal information so well, please tell me, how many civilians did I kill? Which institutions did I attack?"
He raised his fingers and laughed: "Ah... that's right, I remembered, I did take down quite a few CIA and Mossad agents, and even your safe house in Morocco was assaulted by me. But ask yourself, who made a move on me first? Like your MI6, if you hadn't kidnapped Henry in Morocco and intended to exchange him with the Americans, would I have raided your safe house? If the CIA and Mossad people hadn't actively come to eliminate me, would I have wiped them out?"
Geoffrey was rendered speechless.