"When do we start?" another mercenary asked.
"At two in the morning."
Song Heping glanced at the tactical watch on his wrist.
"That's when the human body is most exhausted, and vigilance is at its lowest. We infiltrate from the southeast sand ditch, avoiding the main patrol routes and spotlights. Joseph, you take two men to clear the sentries and surveillance, act fast, use silencers."
"Understood."
"The rest follow me straight into the target storage area. If Misu is found, control him first and, if necessary, incapacitate non-lethally. I need him alive; what's in his head is worth more than gold."
Song Heping's voice was exceptionally clear and chilly in the cold wind.
"If we encounter oilfield guards or unidentified armed personnel, determine whether to engage or retreat based on the level of threat. Our goal is extraction, not assault."
The group responded in low voices and began the final equipment check to ensure every detail was flawless.
