Song Heping was not wrong.
His judgment had always been accurate.
Just as he led all his teammates to destroy any potential evidence, in the CIA intelligence station in Baghdad's Green Zone, Asnar rushed toward Simon's office with Lars.
Although it was late at night, the intelligence station operated 24 hours a day.
Knock, knock, knock—
The knocking startled Simon, who had been napping inside.
The first thing he did upon waking was to check his watch.
The time was 11:25 PM.
"Come in."
"Simon."
Asnar, entering, immediately gave Simon a very enthusiastic hug.
"Oh, my brother."
Asnar was not exaggerating.
He had once been a Ranger, and he had cooperated with Simon on an operation in South America.
"Asnar, it's so late, what brings you here?"
"Of course."
Asnar pulled over a chair and, without being shy, seated himself in front of Simon.
"About the incident at the Northern Border two days ago, you must already know some of the related information, right?"