At the same time, underground meeting room in the American Embassy, Cairo, Egypt.
This is the temporary command center of the "Dragon Hunt" task force.
After all, the target is Song Heping, and Song Heping is in Africa.
There's nothing more practical than setting up the task force's office here.
Although the basement has air conditioning and ventilation systems, the air inside is still somewhat stuffy.
Jasper tossed a stack of photos onto the conference table, the blurry figure in them was Song Heping, who left the gold mine five hours ago.
"Someone spotted traces of Song Heping in the port city of Savakin, northeast of Sudan. I estimate he is going to flee."
Jasper's voice was like sandpaper rubbing.
"Flee?" Where to?
In the conference room, the six members of the "Watcher" team exchanged glances.
This team, a mix of CIA special operations group and Delta Force, was specially formed to capture Song Heping.
"Why would he take such a risk?"
