The afterglow of the sunset cast a golden hue on Song Heping's profile as he stared at the number displayed on his phone, his brow furrowed.
This was a number from Illiguo, but not one he recognized.
Who could it be?
"Who?"
Song Heping pressed the answer button, his voice low and guarded.
"It's me."
The raspy voice of Yusuf came from the other end of the line, with the faint sound of radio static in the background.
"Sorry to disturb you, but it's urgent."
"Why did you call me directly?"
To protect Yusuf, the mole he had placed inside the Illiguo Government, Song Heping had instructed not to contact him directly after falling out with the Americans. All topics about arms deals were to be discussed on the Dark Web.
But today, Yusuf called him directly, a clear sign that something was wrong.
"What happened?"
Song Heping gestured for the Ferrari to stay quiet and walked to the corner of the lookout tower.
"Speak."
