After entering Persia, the helicopter finally landed in the military camp where he first met Avanti.
The mysterious Avanti was already waiting in the previous room.
When they met, Avanti handed over a bag.
"Here is the basic information for the false identity you requested. Let me know if it satisfies you, as long as you don't mind being a Chinese-American."
Song Heping took it and pulled out the contents from the bag for inspection.
It was a complete set of personal information.
The information showed that it was a Chinese-American named Johnny Lee.
Or, as it would be called in China, Li Zunni.
Li Zunni was born in the United States, 28 years old, born in Los Angeles, and completed his education there from elementary school through high school. After high school, he served in the logistics unit of the US Air Force, and was discharged after four years.
"What about the passport?"
Song Heping memorized this information, then realized there was no passport.
"We need a passport photo. After taking it, we can have it ready by tomorrow."
"Oh... I see."
Song Heping gestured towards White Bear and the others.
"My men all need false passports."
Avanti said casually, "No problem. Everyone needs to take a photo first. Then someone will arrange everything neatly. You can set off in two days. Before then, Naxin will conduct some operational simulation training for this mission."
Upon hearing "operational simulation training," Song Heping felt a stir within him again.
This type of training was typical of the procedures of Special Forces operations.
It meant that before the operation, they would create a site replicating the specific target building to simulate assaults or break-ins, allowing the task force to become intimately familiar with the site conditions to the extent that they could navigate it blindfolded.
Generally, conducting this type of simulation meant two things—first, that the higher-ups placed great importance on the mission, absolutely forbidding any mistakes; second, there was considerable detailed intelligence support, thoroughly knowing the structure of the building where the target was located.
It seemed that the Persians had been monitoring Hassan for more than just a day or two.
After the discussion ended, Song Heping and the others, including White Bear, were taken to another room where Persian officers took their passport photos, and then Naxin arranged for them to rest in a separate house within the military camp.
Naxin was now very polite to Song Heping.
He informed Song Heping that during the two days before departure, the four of them could make any requests, and he would arrange everything accordingly.
From food to weapons, they were even allowed to drink alcohol; if they wanted to drink, he would get it for them.
In Persia, alcohol was a very taboo substance.
Allowing guests to drink was already the highest form of respect.
The next morning, Song Heping's biological clock woke him from his sleep.
As soon as he got up, he heard gunfire outside.
Curious, he walked to the window and looked outside. The camp was empty, not a soul in sight, and the gunfire was coming from a distance, in a valley that seemed to be a shooting range.
He got dressed and left his room to go brush his teeth and wash his face in the bathroom.
Everything was available here.
Although not luxurious, it provided all the essentials.
After brushing his teeth, Song Heping went downstairs and saw Naxin.
The young man sat downstairs like a sentry on duty.
"Good morning, Mr. Song."
Naxin greeted him politely.
"You guys start shooting early in the morning?"
"Yes, we are Special Forces. We undergo very rigorous training every day," Naxin said, "especially in shooting."
Song Heping looked at his watch. "When does the operational simulation training start?"
Naxin said, "We'll wait for your team members to wake up."
Song Heping glanced back up the stairs, then turned to Naxin. "Do you have a whistle?"
Naxin was slightly taken aback, then nodded. "Yes."
"Give it to me." Song Heping reached out his hand.
Naxin took out a whistle and handed it to Song Heping.
Song Heping grabbed the whistle and went upstairs, glancing into the room.
Grey Wolf, White Bear, and Hunter were all soundly asleep,
particularly White Bear, whose snoring was like thunder.
"Toot toot toot—"
Song Heping blew the whistle furiously.
The piercing whistle sound made everyone jump out of bed.
"What's going on!? What's going on!?"
White Bear sprang up, his face full of shock, thinking he was in the middle of a battle, and started searching for his gun everywhere.
Then he realized he hadn't brought any weapons with him here.
"This isn't an oil field! Get up, time for training!"
Song Heping sighed.
Mercenaries really are different from the regular army.
Not to mention their combat ability, the regular army has a very strict routine, absolute obedience.
Mercenaries, however, are somewhat lazier and their schedules are not fixed.
"You've got to be kidding me! What time is it even..."
White Bear painfully glanced at his watch.
"Six o'clock! It's just six!"
Song Heping countered, "Didn't you used to get up early for training when you were in the Airborne Troops?"
White Bear, frowning, complained, "That was years ago, I'm not in the army anymore!"
Song Heping said, "Everyone up! Go brush your teeth and wash your face, then come downstairs. We're going to do a simulation training. Damn it, do you guys not take your lives seriously? Simulation training is for saving your lives!"
His swearing was not without reason.
At heart, he was a top-tier special soldier, well aware that simulation training procedures were no joke—getting them right could significantly increase their chances of survival.
Any task involving simulation training was extremely dangerous; otherwise, there wouldn't be a need for such protocols.
Fortunately, White Bear and the others were somewhat persuadable; they got up and lined up to wash and brush their teeth.
After everything was set, Naxin took them into another room.
One wall of the room had a screen, a podium in front, and there were chairs and tables below.
White Bear looked around and joked, "What's this, you're going to show us a movie?"
Naxin turned on the projector and then placed several documents in front of everyone.
"Here is all the information about this mission. Now, I will conduct the mission briefing."
After speaking, he turned and opened the first slide.
A top-down view appeared on the white screen.
Naxin pointed at one of the buildings and said, "This villa is our target building. The person we're looking for is inside. The building is surrounded by a front and back garden, with about a dozen bodyguards around. The exact number varies at different times, peaking at nearly 20 and at least 9."
"This area is a wealthy neighborhood. There's a police station just 3 kilometers from the building. Our people have tried calling the police from the target point, and they arrive in 10 minutes..."
10 minutes...
This meant that to kidnap the target inside the building—from breaking in to dealing with the bodyguards, and then locating and taking the target—all actions had to be completed within 10 minutes.
The task was not easy...
Especially from this map, the location of the building didn't seem like some deserted outskirts area of Illiguo; it must be in a large city.
If caught by the police, escaping would be near impossible.
This was not a movie set.
Moreover, carrying weapons and equipment in such a large city was a major problem.
You can't just march in dressed in a combat uniform, tactical vest, and bullet-proof plate, carrying an assault rifle.
You wouldn't even need to get out of the car to attract everyone's attention; the neighbors would probably have called the police already.