The Chinook slowly descended onto the open space of the oil field.
The cargo hatch opened, and Team A from GRS immediately scattered to occupy all critical positions, with snipers directly climbing to higher ground to set up their rifles.
Team B followed Simon and Thomas, charging straight toward the living area's storage location.
"Put down your guns!"
"Hands up!"
The "Scorpion" members barked at Song Heping and the others like a pack of rabid dogs.
"Suka..."
White Bear started cursing.
"I really want to kill them!"
"Calm down!" Song Heping immediately instructed White Bear, "Let's do what we discussed earlier, don't give them an excuse to kill us."
After speaking, he voluntarily raised his hands.
"Mr. Simon, may I ask why you and your men are storming into our secured oil field so late and shouting at us? Is there some misunderstanding?"
"Misunderstanding? Not at all!"
Thomas came up and delivered a kick straight to Song Heping's stomach.