"If it really doesn't work, we'll just barge in!"
Seeing Song Heping staring at the satellite communicator screen for so long without saying a word, his knuckles slightly whitened from force, Little Masoud couldn't hold back and suddenly twisted his body from the front seat, his voice filled with impatience and a reckless gamble.
"I still have some loyal people in the city, willing to bleed for my father!"
His speech speed increasingly rapid, his eyes shining in the dim cabin.
"I can contact them right now, have them come with weapons. We don't need a lot, a dozen will be enough, forming a strike team. When Rashid arrives at the TV station, we'll suddenly rush in—"
He made a chopping hand gesture, the motion somewhat contorted due to excitement.
"—As long as we take him out, everything is resolved! With the leader gone, the security forces will be in chaos. Then we'll publicly announce my father is still alive, and his supporters will emerge!"
Silence spread inside the cabin.
