"Ms. M wants us to disappear, very well. Let's see who makes whose core interests disappear faster and more thoroughly."
He raised his head, his gaze sweeping across the other core members of the company in the room.
"Our target is Britain's lifeline in Libya — oil."
Song Heping's laser pointer landed on the Ras Lanuf port.
"This is the root of their meddling in Libya, it's their most sensitive nerve. Cut it off, or let it change hands, then only will the gentlemen in London truly feel the pain during the tremors in the Financial City."
He Linsi immediately operated on the tablet, the big screen lit up with a complex intelligence analysis chart.
"Confirmed."
His voice was without any fluctuation.
