The air in the room seemed to have solidified.
Everyone was staring at Song Heping as if he hadn't just proposed an assault on the President's Mansion, but a casual walk on Mars.
"Old Sergeant, this idea is insane!"
Jiang Feng was the first to break the silence.
His voice was low and filled with disbelief.
"We don't even have proper rifles, what are we going to use to attack the President's Mansion? This?"
He fiddled with the Glock 17 pistol in his hand and then laughed at himself.
Song Heping ignored Jiang Feng's doubts and turned to Hassan, "I need the assistance of your militia, what can you provide us?"
"We don't have the capability to attack the President's Mansion..." Hassan admitted honestly, "but we can create chaos, distract the government army's attention, and maybe even lure away the guards nearby to ease some pressure on you."
