Langley, CIA Headquarters.
A spy quickly ran towards Pence's office with a report in hand.
"SIR, something has happened."
"What happened?"
Pence looked up, seeing the anxious expression on his subordinate's face. His eyebrow slightly twitched, feeling unsettled.
He had a premonition.
The briefing in his subordinate's hand was definitely related to Song Heping.
"There's some trouble in Africa."
As expected.
The subordinate's answer confirmed everything.
"What kind of trouble?" Pence extended his hand, "Let me see the report."
The subordinate hurriedly handed over the report.
Pence took it and looked down to read, as the subordinate continued to report.
