The soil of Harab Town.
The town chosen as a testing ground by the "Seeder" project, slaughtered with biochemical weapons, then blamed on the Syria Hafez Regime.
"You..." He screamed at Song Heping while being dragged down the corridor, "What do you plan to do with the evidence once you have it? Expose it? Blackmail? You've got the wrong target! You don't even know who your opponent is!"
Song Heping raised his head and glanced at him.
"The White House? Or the president, maybe your entire United States?"
He laughed at this.
"We've crossed paths before. Not impressed."
Blake wanted to say something more, but a piece of black cloth was placed over his eyes.
He felt himself being lifted and shoved into a car; the engine started.
The vehicle jolted away from the oil field.
The entire mission, from start to finish, was within someone else's script.
And he was just a character about to be flipped over.
At the same time, in the equipment room of the control building.
