Mercenary I am the king

Chapter 1093 Take the long term

The reason why Zayed is so brazen in extorting me is because he thinks he has a monopoly on the channels and that I have no other choice.
His slick, self-assured demeanor and his relentless greed were all built on information asymmetry—he thought he was the only lifeline, unaware that a raging fire had already broken out in his own backyard.

in case……

What if he knew that his nemesis Narendra was about to kill him, with a knife to his throat, and that the person who provided this information, who could even help him out of this predicament, was the very client he wanted to blackmail?

The situation took a miraculous turn in an instant, amidst the salty sea breeze of this abandoned fishing port.

The initiative and the bargaining chips are no longer solely in Zayed's hands.

A bullet that was originally aimed at Zayed now seems to be hanging on Song Heping's negotiating table as well, becoming a tool that can be used against him.

Song Heping stared at the trembling surveillance man on the ground, his eyes shifting as his mind raced, calculating all the possibilities.

Releasing him carries the risk that the news might leak out, and Narendra would realize he has been exposed, thus changing his plans or becoming more vigilant.

But more likely, this cowardly fellow, in order to escape punishment from his employer—after all, being discovered and captured by the target while tracking him was a major mistake—would choose to conceal everything that happened tonight and continue to provide Narendra with Zayed's whereabouts as planned, so that Narendra's assassins could act as scheduled.

A few minutes later, the pros and cons became clear.

The risks are manageable, while the returns are huge.

Song Heping made a decision.

He sheathed his folding knife, which gleamed coldly. This action clearly relieved the watcher on the ground, but the fear did not dissipate.

Then, Song Heping took out the cheap cell phone he had taken from the guy and threw it onto the sand in front of him.

Then, he pulled out his tactical dagger, and with a flash of cold light, precisely cut the shoelaces binding the other person's fingers, demonstrating both his control and conveying a signal that the "threat was temporarily lifted."

The stalker looked at Song Heping with suspicion and uncertainty, rubbing his fingers where the straps had left deep marks. He couldn't understand what this Asian man, who had just been as cold as ice and ruthless, was planning to do.

Let yourself go?

What's the conspiracy?
"listen."

Song Heping's voice remained cold, devoid of much emotion, but the previous murderous intent was gone. "I'm just a client doing business with Zayed, and I have nothing to do with your mess. I don't want to cause trouble, much less get involved in your local grudges."

He pointed to the cell phone on the ground and the darkness leading to the highway in the distance: "You can leave now. Forget you saw me tonight, forget everything that happened here, and continue with what you were doing, as if nothing had happened. If Narendra asks who Zayed met tonight..."

Song Heping deliberately emphasized his tone, "Just say that everything is normal, that Zayed just met with an ordinary Asian businessman, discussing what seemed like legitimate business like investment, nothing important. Understand? If you say even one wrong word, and I find out that Narendra has become suspicious of him..."

Song Heping didn't finish his sentence, but the threat implied in his unspoken words carried more weight than any straightforward language.

He needed the stalker to return and continue his work, ensuring that Narendra's assassination plan proceeded as planned. Only then would his own "rescue" be worthwhile.

The stalker was completely stunned, staring at Song Heping in disbelief.

It's that simple?
Have you let yourself off the hook?
He thought he was doomed, or at least that he would be tortured into revealing everything he knew before being sunk into the dark sea.

"You...you're really letting me go? You...you won't shoot me in the back?"

He asked tremblingly, his body shaking slightly with fear and uncertainty, too afraid to move immediately.

"roll."

Song Heping waved his hand impatiently, his tone carrying a disdainful air of not wanting to waste any more words, "Before I change my mind, remember my words and keep your mouth shut."

The stalkers felt as if they had been granted a pardon; their survival instinct overwhelmed everything.

He scrambled to his feet, ignoring the pain and dishevelment, grabbed his phone from the ground, and, as if afraid Song Heping would change his mind, stumbled and ran desperately toward the road. He even tripped and fell in his panic, then hurriedly got up, glancing back in fear every now and then, until his figure completely disappeared into the darkness in the distance.

Only after the figure and footsteps of that guy had completely disappeared did Song Heping's tense nerves relax slightly.

He returned to his car, but instead of leaving immediately, he took out a piece of chewing gum, popped it into his mouth, and chewed it repeatedly, letting the minty flavor rush to his head to make his mind clearer.

The abandoned fishing port was silent under the moonlight, with only the tireless waves lapping against the dilapidated dock, making a rhythmic splash that masked everything that had just happened.

A cold yet confident smile slowly curved the corners of Song Heping's lips.

“Mr. Zayed, it seems we need to talk again.”

he muttered.

After driving back to his safe house in Panagi, the capital of Goa—a standard room in a mid-range hotel booked under a false identity—Song Heping felt no sleepiness. The plan was set, but execution required the right tools.

On someone else's turf, facing potential armed conflict, going unarmed is tantamount to suicide. He needs weapons, and he needs them immediately.

He took out another encrypted satellite phone and dialed a number in Africa.

Henry answered the phone.

The phone rang five times before being answered, with languid jazz music playing in the background.

"Boss, what can I do for you?"

Henry was always so dedicated.

"Henry, to make a long story short, I'm in Goa and I need guys, right now."

Song Heping skipped the pleasantries and went straight to the point.

"I need you to find me a reliable local arms dealer."

"Goa?"

Henry's languid tone vanished instantly, replaced by a serious expression. "What do you need weapons for? Have you encountered any danger?"

"Get things done. Don't ask so many questions. I need a reliable local arms supplier, quickly and cleanly," Song Heping said firmly.

There was a few seconds of silence on the other end of the phone, after which only faint breathing could be heard.

“Okay… I know a guy who has some connections in Goa. His name is Vijay, and he’s one of the more trustworthy locals. As long as the money is right, the quality and the products are guaranteed. The only downside is that they’re quite expensive.”

Henry quickly gave Song Heping the answer he wanted.

"It's expensive, but give me his contact information."

Song Heping was decisive and efficient.

Problems that can be solved with money are not problems now.

Isn't it just a set of individual weaponry?
How much is it worth?

It's rather ridiculous that someone who originally sold weapons has ended up buying weapons from others.

Ugh……

It's just that my business isn't big enough.

Surprisingly, the White Elephant Kingdom doesn't have its own arms sales channels.

It seems I'll need to talk to Ferrari when I get back and discuss expanding our business scope...

Henry rattled off a local phone number: “Contact him and say I introduced you. Boss, be careful. It’s a murky place; all sorts of weirdos and scoundrels can be found there.”

"Thanks, Henry."

Song Heping wrote down the number and hung up the phone.

After obtaining the number, Song Heping did not delay and immediately used an anonymous prepaid mobile phone he had bought outside the airport to call Vijay.

The phone rang for a long time before being answered, and a wary, deep voice came through: "Who is it?"

“Mr. Vijay? Henry introduced me to you. My surname is Li, and I need to buy some ‘tools’.” Song Heping used the surname from the fake passport and the code words for black market transactions.

Upon hearing Henry's name, the other person's tone softened slightly, but remained wary: "Henry? That Englishman? What...do you need?"

"I need some self-defense equipment. Both pistols and rifles are needed, and they need to be quiet. I also need some 'canned goods' (referring to hand grenades or smoke grenades) and 'vests' (bulletproof vests). It would be best if I could see the goods now," Song Heping listed his requirements.

Vijay hesitated for a moment: "It's too late now. Tomorrow morning, at ten o'clock. I'll give you an address. You can only come alone."

He gave me a remote coordinate located on the outskirts of Panagi, near the old iron ore mine area.

"Okay," Song Heping agreed. "See you tomorrow."

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