Zhao Hua picked up his phone, with a map displayed on the screen, information shared by Savama.
The area marked by the red dot was the activity zone tracked by the Iranian intelligence operative before his death, and nearby was the residential area for employees of the oil well project construction units.
"Mr. Gong, we've arrived."
"It's now 2:47 in the morning, there's hardly anyone on the street. Moving together would attract too much attention. Let's do this: you and I will each send someone out to scout the area first."
"Got it!"
Liu Weijun exchanged a few words with Gong Qingyong in another SUV, then turned to Zhao Hua, "It's up to you!"
The latter nodded.
As the vehicle slowly pulled over to the roadside, Zhao Hua and another member from the second team alighted, while the convoy moved forward, stopping at a relatively secluded corner nearby.
An hour later, Zhao Hua finally returned.
Once inside the car, he took a sip of water and squinted to analyze.
