"Jiang Feng, contact Utekin now."
Song Heping spun the satellite phone in his palm and handed it to Jiang Feng.
"Tell him I'll arrive in Cairo tomorrow."
Henry pushed up his glasses, the lenses reflecting the blue light from the computer screen: "Boss, this could be a trap."
His fingers typed a string of code on the keyboard, bringing up an encrypted file.
"Recently, the Russian Army has undergone an internal purge, and the conflict between the newly appointed Zhaoyi Valley Minister and the Chef has become public. Rumor has it, two months ago, at the Moscow Officers' Club dinner, Zhaoyi Valley smashed a wine glass in public, vowing to 'get the Chef out of Russia'."
"That's why we must go... If not, the Chef's body might just rot there with no one to care for it."
