Above the sky, two Apache attack helicopters and two Black Hawks were flying side by side in two columns, followed by a CH-47D Chinook transport helicopter.
The Apache helicopters were responsible for escorting, while Colonel Brown's men were seated in the two Black Hawks, and the entire cabin of the CH-47D was filled with GRS team members.
"Ten minutes from the target!"
Fully armed, Thomas looked at his watch, raised his finger, and shouted at all the team members lined on both sides to signal them.
To deal with the Musician, Thomas took it upon himself to go personally this time.
He mobilized the two most elite Scorpion action squads that GRS currently had deployed in Illiguo.
"This time... they must be dead, right?"
Thomas felt a certain obsession in his heart without reason.
He just wanted to eliminate those few people from the kitchen staff.
He couldn't even explain this obsession to himself.
Especially regarding Song Heping.
Although the other party really had a life-and-death relationship with him, every time Thomas saw Song Heping, he felt an uncomfortable sensation all over his body as if a sharp knife were pressed against his back. Even though it hadn't broken his skin, it felt chilling.
One of Thomas's instructors during his time in Special Forces used to say that if one day you felt a sudden chill down your spine during an operation, it meant that a master was watching you from nearby.
Perhaps, this was that feeling.
"Five minutes to go!"
Time passed quickly.
Thomas walked to the rear of the Chinook cabin, where the exit was. The Scorpion squad members behind him stood up one after another, everyone pulling up their camouflage scarves to cover their noses and mouths. This served two purposes: one was to hide their identities, and the other was to block dust during the helicopter's landing.
"When we get down, spread out in combat formation. I won't remind you again. Team one, follow me for the handover. As soon as we confirm we've got the goods, take action!"
"Yes!"
"Yes!"
"Yes!"
The Scorpion squad members were filled with a fierce fighting spirit, eager for action.
At the farm, White Bear ran up to the cook and said, "It's done, I've checked, they are all dead, it's safe here now."
The cook "Hmm'd" in response, nodded his head, and turned to Song Heping.
He had gotten used to discussing things with Song Heping.
Yet Song Heping was anxiously watching his watch.
"Why hasn't she arrived yet?"
"Who?"
"Angel!"
"Here she comes."
Grey Wolf raised his hand, pointing into the distance.
Following his direction, Song Heping did see an armored Lincoln speeding toward them.
As the car approached, Song Heping hurriedly opened the door, and without waiting for Angel to get out, he asked, "Are you sure everything's taken care of?"
"All set! Don't worry!" Angel was full of confidence, "Song, you underestimate me!"
Underestimate?
Song Heping didn't want to clash with the foreign lady, but he did indeed underestimate her a bit. She would get all weepy over the smallest issues.
And yet she claimed to be from a distinguished family, an Ivy League graduate, a major newspaper journalist. He reckoned if he could wring her out, he could probably get a bucket full of water.
"Where's Sayif?" Angel asked impatiently.
Song Heping gave Grey Wolf a look.
Grey Wolf went over to the pickup and dragged Sayif over.
Sayif was injured, and as Grey Wolf moved rough, he started to wail again.
Seeing Sayif, Angel's eyes lit up and she crouched in front of him out of habit, extending her hand, "Mr. Sayif, I'm Angel..."
Then she felt quite awkward.
Sayif glared at her.
She looked at Sayif.
Suddenly, she realized Sayif was tied up like a rice dumpling.
His hands were immovable, so what was there to shake?
"Heh heh..."
She somewhat awkwardly retracted her hand.
"I mean, could you give me the information?"