"Do you think an old fox like Pence wouldn't know how much of a threat the high points around his hotel pose to him?"
Song Heping said in a deep voice, "Especially since he's seen my dossier and knows about my sniper record in Mosul."
"Right..."
Jiang Feng suddenly realized.
Reconnaissance.
This is the key in all the preliminary processes of a mission.
You have to consider everything and ensure nothing goes wrong.
If we rashly head to the rooftop of the Telecom Building, if Pence already has scouts there, there will definitely be a firefight.
By then, it would be too late.
As he pushed open the fire door to the top floor of the commercial building, a wave of heat hit him face-on.
The afternoon sun in Chad poured down like molten iron on the concrete rooftop, making the ground scorching hot.
He gestured for White Bear and Jiang Feng behind him to stop, carefully observing outside while sticking close to the door frame.
"Safe."
