Song Heping watched the other party calmly, judging from the way he spoke roughly what his ancestral home was, which local dialect he used more often when speaking, and which particular words were more commonly used in his spoken language habits.
"Don't get agitated," Song Heping felt it necessary to calm the guy down in front of him; otherwise, a long-term conversation for impersonation would be impossible, so he consoled, "A person like you who has told everything is of no value to the US Army. As long as the operation ends, they probably won't kill you, but they might throw you in Guantanamo or hand you directly over to their DEA. Don't worry, drug crimes don't have the death penalty on that side, at most you'll be locked up for ten or eight years, so just consider yourself lucky!"
Upon hearing Song Heping's words, Han Fei stopped sniffling immediately.
"Really?"
"Why would I lie to you?"
"Thank you so much, brother!"