Hassan Oilfield Area was large enough.
A few people in a squad entering was like ants stepping into a skyscraper.
It was like a game of hide and seek.
The armed squad that had infiltrated the living quarters didn't realize that the mantis was stalking the cicada, unaware of the oriole behind. Thinking they were undetected, they planned to launch a surprise attack on the oil company's employees and those mercenaries, without knowing that three specters of death had already followed them closely.
Song Heping's earpiece finally transmitted Hunter's voice.
"Boss, I'm in position."
He didn't say much, but it was clear enough; he had climbed the tower.
There were many towers in the oilfield, all made of steel structures, very sturdy, and most of them more than a dozen meters high, from which one could control a large area when looking down from above.
Song Heping dared not respond; in the depth of night, even the slightest sound could alert the enemy and bring unnecessary trouble.