Half an hour after Song Heping's evacuation, several bright car headlights tore through the night, illuminating the refinery's gate brightly.
Six CIA agents from the last rapid response team deployed in Yemen jumped out of the bulletproof vehicle, spreading out in tactical formation and establishing a perimeter in the shortest possible time.
The world through the night vision goggles glowed with an eerie green light. Agent Hansen, the team leader, crouched down, his fingertips brushing across the fresh blood on the ground.
"Oh my God..."
The exclamation from his teammate came through his earpiece.
Hansen looked up, the sight in the distance made the battle-hardened man who had survived the Illiguo war feel a pang in his stomach—Jasper's corpse was posed in a kneeling position nailed to a wooden crate, with "CIA" carved onto his chest with a dagger; scattered around were the bodies of several Watcher team members.
