"Squad leader, why are you still awake so late?"
Jiang Feng suddenly appeared beside him.
Song Heping raised his head and looked at him. "Couldn't sleep after being startled awake. Went for a walk and ended up receiving some bad news."
"What bad news?" Jiang Feng immediately sat down near the flower bed upon hearing this, then began rummaging through his pocket. He pulled out a pack of cigarettes, took one out, and lit it with a snap.
"I had planned to use the US media to expose the CIA and 'Satan' organization's operations in Syria, thereby disrupting the CIA's plans against us. But just now, the journalist who took the materials was killed."
Jiang Feng's expression slightly changed. "Killed?"
"Yes, they said it was a car accident. Do you believe that? He died in an accident less than half an hour after leaving the press conference."
Song Heping let out a sigh.
