Chapter 1024 - 947: Simon Promoted to Deputy Director (3)

"The user you are calling is out of service area..."

It's not powered off, not busy, but... out of service area!

For a top-tier military satellite phone that theoretically can receive signals in any corner of the earth, this almost signifies: this phone, along with its former owner, has been completely erased from this signal-covered network!

Or... the connection has been deliberately cut!

Out of service area...

Out of service area...

Success!

He climbed to the pinnacle of power he had long dreamed of.

He personally "killed" Song Heping, paving his own path to promotion with the other's "death".

The nightmare that had been haunting his mind disappeared...

"Hahahahaha!"

He couldn't help but laugh out loud wantonly in his office.

Before the laughter even subsided, the satellite phone in his hand suddenly vibrated, and the screen lit up.

"Call this new number when you get a chance, waiting for your call back."

A string of new number digits was attached below.

No name was mentioned, but this tone...

Too familiar!

"FUCK!"

The smile on Simon's face began to melt away rapidly like ice cream under the scorching sun.

It's Song Heping!

FUCK!

This was how he used to talk to me!

FUCK! FUCK! FUCK!

This guy isn't dead!

Simon's mind went into a frenzy; he didn't even dare to make a call in his office. Instead, he opted to leave, quickly crossed the corridor, and finally took the elevator straight to the underground parking lot.

Sitting in the car, after turning on the music, he finally dialed the new number that had just been sent.

"Hello! My old friend!"

As soon as the call connected, Song Heping's voice sounded as if it came from hell.

"It's been a while, have you missed me?"

The voice was full of mockery.

Simon clenched his fist tightly, wanting to smash something but dared not, afraid of making a sound that Song Heping on the other end of the line might pick up on.

"Song?! You're not dead?!"

He feigned surprise.

"I received intelligence that you died in an explosion north of Gelbi Mountain!"

"No worries, King Yama particularly hates me, I don't believe in your religion, your God doesn't know me, not interested in me, as for Satan, I'm meaner than him, so he's afraid of me, I had nowhere to go, had to come back to earth."

Song Heping seemed to joke with an old friend easily, but Simon, sitting in his private car in the underground parking lot of Langley Headquarters, felt bitterness in his heart.

"I... am genuinely glad..."

Simon said with difficulty, like regurgitating a pebble from his stomach.

Even he didn't believe it, it sounded ridiculous.

"Glad you're alive... So, do you have anything urgent? Looking for me in such a hurry?"

Song Heping said, "Not a big deal, I need some equipment, want you to help, I believe you can get it done."

"Get it done..."

Simon thought, damn it, of course, I can.

I'm already a deputy director.

"What equipment do you need?"

"A set of equipment capable of wiretapping the communications devices of the British intelligence agency, I'll send you the specific requirements later. I contacted you to confirm the delivery time and place, I need it urgently, deliver to the Darfur border within three days."

"Three days?! That's too rushed!" Simon subconsciously refused.

Song Heping laughed, "A person who can privately use intelligence funds to form a shadow army in the Middle East tells me he can't get a set of wiretapping and jamming equipment?"

A double entendre.

Sarcasm at Simon, and simultaneously placing Simon's establishment of a shadow team and his use of the shadow team to assassinate colleagues on the table.

Simon immediately got nervous, subconsciously looking around, afraid someone nearby was watching him.

"Fine, no problem, I'll need you to send me the model and functions, I'll sort it out for you within three days. I'll give you the transaction location and time later."

"OK!" Song Heping sounded happy, "Simon, you know, having a friend like you, I'm really glad."

"Me too..." Simon felt his face contort, "really glad..."