Persia, inside the Revolutionary Guard Camp.
Song Heping stared at the message sent by the cook on his phone screen.
Everything seemed to be carrying out according to his plan.
This time, in order to rescue Ferrari, he employed every conceivable network of relationships.
His gaze returned to Henry, who was seated beside him, eyes fixed on the computer screen: "What's the situation at the airport?"
Henry's fingers danced across the keyboard in a rapid rhythm, and the surveillance footage on the screen constantly changed.
Hidden in each shot were at least two CIA agents. They were disguised as travelers, cleaners, even airport security personnel, but their overly deliberate body language and frequent contact with earpieces betrayed them.
"You know, my old employer's intelligence network is decent; they have their people in Romania's aviation management system."
He pointed at the screen.
