At the same time.
Thousands of miles away in Langley, Virginia, USA, inside the CIA Headquarters.
The atmosphere in Director Vincent's office had plummeted to freezing point.
A piece of classified intelligence that had just been delivered lay sprawled on his desk, its contents causing veins to throb on his forehead.
Bam!
Vincent slammed a fist into the expensive mahogany desk, causing the coffee cup to jump up.
"Abu You! That damned turncoat! And that haunting Song Heping! He actually dared! He really dared to receive the entire armed faction from Abu You!"
He paced back and forth in the office like a caged beast, his face ashen, his breathing heavy.
Simon and several Intelligence Chiefs stood aside with varied expressions, some fearful, some expressionless.
The depths of Simon's eyes concealed a trace of an almost imperceptible schadenfreude.
