Jiang Yan Hai took out the laptop he had previously had Black Lion and the others bring over, opened it, and pulled up a map of the entire city.
Mouse Carlos also took out the map previously provided by the government forces and spread it across the table. Jiang Yan Hai took Mouse Carlos's pen and said, "I intercepted terrorist Zaka's communications. Don't ask me how I know; it's complicated to explain. Mouse should understand."
"Right now, we're here. This area is temporarily under government forces control, while this entire section of the city is a combat zone. Zaka's men have a simple plan: they want to seize Chinese hostages. Never mind their ultimate purpose. If they intend to take hostages, the government forces will definitely clear the way ahead."
"In that case, Zaka's men have only one way to make their move: force the embassy evacuation convoy directly into the combat zone. Once inside, they'll have enough time and manpower to take the hostages away."
"And if they want to strike, there's only this route..." Jiang Yan Hai kept marking and drawing across the map.
Intercepting their communications was only part of it. In truth, if they wanted to set up the embassy convoy, it was easy enough to calculate. There were only a few roads they could currently take.
After hearing this, Black Lion and the others were filled with admiration. They simply could not match such intelligence-gathering and analytical ability. Though they were mercenaries, and had once served in Special Forces or the French Foreign Legion, what they excelled at was fighting.
Put plainly, they were good at being told where to fight and what the target was, then carrying out the rest themselves.
Gathering intelligence, analyzing it, and then devising an entire battle plan—those were staff