Mountain Eagle pulled out the prepaid phone he thought was secure and, with a wry smile, said, "I'm a bit confused now too. I even suspect those people can track the calls."
Blood Fox took the phone, turned it on, and saw that there was only one outgoing call...
"If the phone on the other end is being tapped, then with the right equipment and a long enough call duration, it wouldn't be difficult to trace the incoming calls."
Mountain Eagle thought about how Peter had clutched the phone and cried for half an hour and cursed under his breath, slapping his forehead, "FUCK, I must remember this lesson..."
Watching the wounded being loaded into the vehicle, Mountain Eagle was about to go over when Blood Fox grabbed his arm and whispered, "You come with us; I've quietly brought Snowden out, and M·A company's plane is ready. Grab 'Great White Shark', and we're leaving right away..."
