There was a long silence on the phone.
Song Heping could even imagine Avanti on the other end rapidly weighing the pros and cons, his fingers possibly tapping unconsciously on the desk.
"...What kind of camp do you need?"
Avanti finally asked.
This sentence was tantamount to tacit approval of Song Heping's plan.
Song Heping smiled and said, "Large enough to accommodate at least five thousand people for training and living. Absolutely concealed, with underground or mountain fortifications to defend against airstrikes and reconnaissance. Close to the border, but with a reliable barrier for easy supply input and... necessary personnel mobility. Most importantly, secrecy, known only to the highest level, no one else."
"Such a place... exists, but it will take time to prepare and coordinate."
Avanti's voice became serious and efficient, "Give me five days."
"Okay. In five days, I will lead the team to depart."
After Song Heping finished speaking, he decisively ended the call.
