"It's no use whatever profession they are in."
Willie seemed uninterested in Song Heping's suggestion.
"Are your company's men a match for the Seal Team? Besides, even if you have enough people to come and assist us, we don't dare to turn on our equipment now. How can we contact your people?"
Song Heping said: "Willie, we have no choice."
Willie said: "Do you mean to take a risk and try to turn it on?"
"Listen to me, do as I say," Song Heping said, "Whether we can make it back alive depends on our luck now."
Ten minutes later, in the US Army ISA temporary headquarters in Kandahar, Afghanistan, Ferrari's satellite phone suddenly began to vibrate.
He quickly picked it up and his eyes lit up.
It was Song Heping's number!
Ferrari almost shouted out, but his instinct suddenly suppressed that desire. He remained silent, glanced around to make sure no one noticed him, and walked directly out of the tent.
"Song! Is that you?!"
"It's me, where are you?"
