Chapter 2017 - 1456: Arrangements (2)

Those who were already top elites in their respective units would be reshaped here, stripping away all unnecessary elements to leave only the purest combat instincts.

"There's a Pole," Grey Wolf began, "codename 'Poison Snake,' thirty-two years old, a former sniper in the GROM Special Forces. He spent two years in Afghanistan, killed seventeen Taliban, without even scratching his skin."

Song Heping's eyebrows slightly raised.

GROM—Polish Mobile Reaction Operations Forces, one of the top Special Forces in the North Atlantic Treaty Organization.

It's a one-in-a-thousand chance to get into GROM, and even tougher to become a sniper in GROM.

"Good shooting skills?"

"It's more than just shooting." Grey Wolf said, "His patience surpasses anyone's. In Afghanistan, to snipe a Taliban leader, he lay on a rooftop for three days and nights without moving a muscle. The target finally appeared, and he shot him in the head and left. For those three days, he ate, drank, and relieved himself on the roof, never being detected."

Song Heping nodded.

Such patience is exactly what's needed for this kind of task.

"There's also an Estonian," Grey Wolf continued, "codename 'Squirrel,' twenty-nine years old, former Estonian Special Forces, skilled in infiltration and close-quarter killings. He worked in Afghanistan for three years, acted together with the US Army, and fought several hard battles."

"How are his skills?"

"Fast." Grey Wolf said, "Fast enough to catch people off guard. Once during a mission in Kandahar, while searching a room, his team was ambushed, five opponents charged from inside the house. Before his teammates could raise their guns, he had already rushed over. Five seconds, five men, all had their throats slit."

Song Heping's eyes lit up slightly.

Five seconds to kill five men, and in an ambush situation.

This kind of speed cannot be trained; it is a natural killer instinct.

"Close-quarter killing is his strength, what about his shooting skills?"

"Above average," Grey Wolf said, "not as good as a sniper like 'Poison Snake,' but better than an ordinary Special Soldier. Perfectly adequate for close combat."

Song Heping nodded.

That would suffice.

After all, it's only dealing with an intermediary.

Moreover, for such dirty work, what you need is an efficient combination.

The sniper is responsible for long-distance control and intelligence gathering; the infiltrator handles close-quarter killings and emergency situations.

If the two cooperate well, they can handle most situations.

"I'll join too, personally run the operation," Grey Wolf said, "Three people are enough."

Song Heping was silent for a few seconds.

With Grey Wolf personally involved, it's not about whether it's enough, but whether the accountant is lucky enough to survive until that morning.

But Grey Wolf is the head of the Hunter School, the leader of the Washington security team, one of the top people in Musician Defense.

Sending him personally to Zurich ensures success.

"Are you sure you want to go yourself?"

Grey Wolf nodded.

"I wouldn't trust anyone else with this," he said, "After all, the target isn't just any person; killing him won't be easy. And this sets the rules for the entire assassin circle; there can be no mistakes."

Song Heping was silent for a few seconds, then nodded.

"Alright. You'll go yourself."

Grey Wolf stood up, walked to the window, and opened the curtains a crack, looking at the night outside.

"When to set off?"

"The sooner the better, before the Victor withdrawal spreads; otherwise, I worry he might smell something," Song Heping said, "The accountant's routine login to the mailbox every morning is the most reliable pattern we have. If we're going to act, it should be during that time."

Grey Wolf thought for a moment.

"Tomorrow is too soon. I need to return to base to select personnel, prepare equipment, and brief them on the mission. Off to Zurich the morning after."

Song Heping nodded.

"Once there, scout the place first, learn his routine, find the most secure timing for the action," he said, "The accountant has survived in this business for so long not just due to caution, but also his intuition. When you arrive in Zurich, you must be careful, better to be slow than to alarm the serpent."

Grey Wolf turned around, leaned against the window ledge, arms folded across his chest.

"Don't worry," he said, "I know how to deal with people like him."

Song Heping looked at this old partner who had been with him for over a decade and suddenly smiled.

"You know, Henry was video chatting with me earlier and said he spent three hundred and fifty thousand US Dollars checking up on this information."

Grey Wolf raised an eyebrow.

"Three hundred and fifty thousand for an address? Quite expensive."

"Worth it," Song Heping said, "It's not just the accountant's address; it's the source of Robbin's bounty, the route every assassin must take to kill me. Three hundred and fifty thousand to buy this route, is not expensive."

Grey Wolf was silent for a few seconds, then asked a question.

"What after the accountant is dead?"

Song Heping's smile slowly faded.

After?

After, Robbin will find out that the multimillion-dollar bounty for the assassination not only failed to kill the target but also took down the intermediary.

Afterward, those hitmen thinking of taking the job will reassess the value of their own lives.

But those are matters for later.

"We'll talk about those matters later," Song Heping tossed a piece of gum into his mouth, "Right now, let's take care of the accountant."

Grey Wolf nodded, not probing further.

He walked to the sofa, sat down again, picked up the bottle of water, and finally took a sip.

"Give me the details on the accountant again."

Song Heping opened the tablet, pulled up the full intelligence package Henry sent.

"The accountant, real name unknown, estimated age between forty-five and fifty-five, nationality unknown. He began operating on the Dark Web ten years ago, specializing in helping hitmen get jobs, commissions, and laundering money. He has a high reputation in the industry, never failed, never caught. As for his photo, Henry is looking for it, and will send it before you act."