After giving the important instructions, Song Heping took out the satellite phone and dialed Ferrari's number.
"Ferrari, it's me."
"Song—"
The background noise carried slight wind sounds and static in the phone's receiver.
"Why are you calling me?"
Song Heping asked, "Where are the SAM-6s located?"
Ferrari looked at the mercenaries in front of him pulling camouflage nets over the missile systems, near the woods on the outskirts of Wuse, a hundred kilometers away, and loudly replied to Song Heping: "Both systems are hidden in caves, 5 kilometers north of the canyon on the border, and the radars are currently on silent mode."
He wiped the dust off his glasses.
"The operators are veterans I brought from Darfur, absolutely reliable."
Song Heping pulled out the Mad Dog combat knife from his backpack and stuck it into the ground.
