"Where?"
"Northwest Illinois."
Song Heping clearly spoke the place name.
A hint of surprise and confusion flashed in Avanti's eyes: "Northwest Illinois? That place is a hell right now! The Americans are accelerating their withdrawal, leaving a vacuum almost entirely occupied by those mad dogs of the '1515' organization! What are you going there for? To die? And what does this have to do with countering the CIA?"
Song Heping walked to a simple table, poured some water from the bottle, and then dipped his finger in the water to draw a simple map on the dust-covered tabletop.
"General, look here."
He pointed to the location representing Northwest Illinois.
