One hour later, in the briefing room.
The twelve members of the "Watcher" team sat fully armed in the tiered seats, wearing the latest tactical gear, communication headsets on their heads, each with a serious and focused expression.
Jasper stood in front of the 3D projection of the Yemen map, the laser pen's red dot stopping at the position of Aden Port, his fingers lightly tapping on the table, as if pondering something.
"If my speculation is correct, Song Heping is likely already ashore in Yemen," Jasper's voice was resolute: "However, the local area is currently in a state of large-scale unrest, with waves of protests causing massive chaos. The conflict between the northern Slippery forces and the government army also provides cover for our actions. At this time, no one would care if a few foreigners die in the chaos, so it's a good opportunity for us to take action, no doubt."
Morris raised his hand, "What's the rule of engagement?"
