"Nobody move, if you don't want to die put your hands up, let me see your hands..."
Song Heping started shouting as he approached from the front.
He had to remind the two agents in the car not to look for trouble and not to gamble with their lives.
Hawkins and Jodi sat in the car, faces full of hesitation.
Resist?
Or not to resist?
After exchanging glances several times, Jodi whispered, "There's another team behind us."
Hawkins looked in the rear-view mirror and could faintly see figures moving.
With an ambush from both front and rear and a sniper hidden somewhere further away.
After weighing his options, Hawkins decided to give up resisting.
"Don't shoot! We surrender."
Song Heping couldn't help but smile, the corners of his mouth turning up.
One thing about Americans is that they never gamble with their lives.
American agents are premium hostages.
Soon, two groups of people approached the vehicle from front and back.
Disaster Star stepped forward, pulled Jodi out from the passenger-side and pressed him heavily down onto the dirt road.
Jodi's arms were twisted behind his back by the iron-like grip of Disaster Star, and he grimaced in pain, unable to help crying out.
Seeing him cry out, Disaster Star habitually pressed his face directly into the dirt and placed a knee on his neck.
This was a classic move to subdue someone.
But it was risky, as it could suffocate the target.
However, it was very effective.
Jodi immediately stopped grimacing, because as soon as he did, his mouth would fill with sand.
Soon, Hawkins was dragged out from the other side by Jiang Feng, while Collins and Klein pulled out pre-prepared zip ties and bound him.
"We're Americans!"
Hawkins began to protest.
He threw out his identity as an American first.
Even though here, being an American could be a disadvantage, even life-threatening.
But Hawkins, an agent after all, could tell at a glance that these masked men were not just some local militia.
The mere presence of the HK416 assault rifle in Song Heping's hands was not something those terrorists could afford or attain.
He even suspected it was a case of mistaken identity by a US Special Forces team on a mission.
"Which department are you from?! ISA? Or the CIA?!"
Hawkins had just been pulled up from the ground and was impatient to guess the other party's identity.
Song Heping stepped forward, reached Hawkins, and slowly pulled off his camouflaged face scarf to reveal his true face.
By this time, the dawn had begun to break, and the dim light cast a distinct outline upon Song Heping's face.
"Haven't you all been looking for me? Mobilizing a great effort to find and kill me all night, and you still ask who I am?"
Hawkins's eyes widened at the sight of the Asian face, and his complexion turned pale in an instant.
"Song... Song Heping..."
Indeed.
He would have never imagined that the person standing before him was precisely the target he had recently been assigned to focus on.
The same person they had planned to eliminate with the large-scale I5I5 assault tonight.
But he quickly realized he had said too much and clammed up promptly.
"That's right, it is I. It seems you know of me, and I haven't got the wrong person either--you're Hawkins, correct?"
"You know who we are?" Hawkins grew even paler.
Because this meant Song Heping knew everything.
Of course, last night's large-scale estimated attack, and even the connection with the I5I5 organization, were included.
You should know, covertly supporting I5I5 is a secret of the Secret Action Department.
Song Heping actually knows?!
Hawkins felt a sudden urge to urinate in his pants.
"Take them all, withdraw!"
With a wave of his hand, Song Heping issued his command crisply.