Two days later, in a more secluded safe house in the suburbs of Hulmatu, the security level was raised to the highest.
Inside and outside the yard, armed personnel wearing mixed uniforms but with sharp eyes patrolled vigilantly, with more than one sniper team deployed in the shadows.
In the simple meeting room, the atmosphere was so heavy it seemed to squeeze water out.
A mottled long wooden table symbolized the division of this land, with a few people on either side representing different wills and forces.
On one side was Song Heping, still in desert digital camouflage without any insignia, yet exuding a calm and mountain-like aura.
He only brought Jiang Feng as his deputy and recorder.
Jiang Feng sat at his side and rear, with a notebook and several documents spread out in front of him.
On the other side was Colonel Kote, whose face was tight, and a special envoy from Washington—Richard Winslow.
Winslow was incongruous with the surrounding environment.
