N'Djamena Hotel, one of the few five-star luxury places in Africa.
Afternoon, three o'clock.
Under the shade of trees by the roadside three blocks away from the hotel, Song Heping sat in the driver's seat of a rented Toyota sedan, with country music from the local radio station playing on the radio.
Amid the melodious music, the passenger door was opened by someone.
Song Heping had already seen the approaching person in the rearview mirror.
MI6 agent, Geoffrey.
"Good afternoon, Geoffrey."
Song Heping picked up a piece of chewing gum and handed it over.
"Want a piece?"
"No, thanks."
Geoffrey shook his head.
"How's the security inside?" Song Heping asked.
Geoffrey said, "Security has been reinforced these days."
"CIA people or people from the Elder Council?"
"Not CIA people, but all are former Special Forces members and agents, security is even tighter than when he was the CIA deputy director."
