Day seven.
Jasper sat dozing in his exclusive large leather chair in the monitoring room at Langley.
He hadn't been home for seven days.
As an agent, not going home is normal.
But the monotony of this prolonged surveillance process was driving him insane.
Every day, the drone would hover over the Atlon Oasis, conducting reconnaissance on the base where Song Heping was located.
Every day, it would take hundreds of high-resolution photos of the ground.
Jasper was getting sick of seeing Song Heping's face in the photos; he'd never stared at a picture this long, not even when he was in love and carried his partner's photo around.
"Huh—"
He yawned and stretched lazily.
He looked at the clock on the wall; it was three in the morning.
At that time, it was daytime in Sudan.
With a 6-hour time difference, it was past nine in the morning at the Atlon Oasis.
He leisurely poured himself another cup of coffee, then slowly turned his gaze to the screen.
