An hour later, in the conference room of the underground command center at the gold mine, smoke lingered.
The map of Africa hanging on the wall was densely marked with various colored pins, and empty coffee cups and half-eaten field rations were scattered on the table.
"This is too risky."
Jiang Feng was the first to object: "If you head over there now, you'll have to pass through several countries. Do you think the CIA won't sniff out where you are?"
Song Heping stood in front of the map and traced a winding route with a red marker: "So we won't travel by land; we'll head straight to the sea from Sudan."
"Sounds as simple as a vacation plan."
Klein joked: "It's only easy when you say it. Don't forget, you're now in the top five on the CIA's bounty list."
Song Heping smiled: "Wasn't I number two? How did my ranking drop?"
"Now isn't the time for jokes."
