Mercenary I am the king

Chapter 1112 Bureau
On the Persian Plateau, at a secret training camp.

As dawn broke, the cold air was filled with the smell of dust and sweat.

Hundreds of militia members from different ethnic groups are undergoing intensive tactical training under the discipline of their instructors, including weapon disassembly, team coordination, and tactical charges.

Although their movements were still somewhat clumsy, they were already showing signs of becoming highly skilled.

Song Heping stood on the high ground at the sidelines, silently watching everything.

Nassin stood beside him, holding the training log in his hand.

"There has been significant overall progress."

Nassin reported, a hint of satisfaction in his voice, "Especially those veterans from Samir's original unit, they learn very quickly and have a very strong fighting spirit. It's just... everyone's been asking privately, when can we go back to Iligo and settle accounts with those bastards from 1515?"

Song Heping's gaze remained fixed on the training field, his tone calm: "Tell them to continue training. The time is not yet right."

Nassin nodded, not surprised by the answer. He hesitated for a moment before speaking, "Boss, there's something... I don't know if I should ask."

"explain."

"Is there any possibility of future cooperation between us and the Kold... especially with the Abyu people? They suffered heavy losses in the 1515 attack. If we could..."

Song Heping turned his head and glanced at Nasin, a look that made Nasin swallow back what he was about to say.

“Nassin,” Song Heping said slowly, “you will do something for me. It must be kept absolutely secret, and you must do it through the most reliable channels.”

"What are your orders?" Nassin's expression hardened.

“Leak information about our secret meeting with Abuyu to 1515.”

Song Heping's voice wasn't loud, but it was like a bomb exploding in Nassin's ear.

"What!?"

Nassin could hardly believe his ears, and his face changed drastically.

“Song! This…why?! Once 1515 finds out about this, they will definitely spread it widely, even fabricate evidence, and take the opportunity to split the factions within the Kold’s armed forces. Abuyu will be finished! He will be seen as a traitor who colluded with the ‘KB’ members, and the Americans will never trust him again. He will also be disgraced within the Kold’s armed forces! What…what good will this do us? This will seriously weaken the anti-1515 organization!”

Nassin couldn't understand the command at all.

This is tantamount to destroying our own Great Wall, and helping the enemy to destroy it!
Song Heping's face was expressionless, as if he had just said, "The weather is nice today."

"Execute the order, Nassin."

His tone left no room for argument: "Don't ask why, and don't let anyone know it was my idea. Through the Revolutionary Guard's intelligence network, have their people find a way to 'naturally' leak the information to the intelligence agents of 1515. Do it neatly, don't let the people of 1515 know that we deliberately leaked it, understand?"

Nassin opened his mouth, wanting to argue further, but seeing Song Heping's unfathomable eyes, he swallowed his words.

A chill ran up my spine.

He realized that Song Heping was playing a very big and dangerous game, and he himself couldn't even see a corner of the chessboard.

"...Yes. I'll take care of it right away."

Nassin lowered his head, his voice somewhat hoarse.

Song Heping patted him on the shoulder, said nothing more, and turned to leave the training ground.

Nassin stood there, watching Song Heping's departing figure with mixed feelings, and remained motionless for a long time.

Just then, Samir walked over and, seeing Nassin's pale face, asked with concern, "What's wrong? What did my boss say to you?"

Nassin took a deep breath and whispered Song Heping's incomprehensible order to Samir.

"What!? The news of the meeting with Abuyu was leaked to 1515!?"

Samir reacted exactly the same way Nassin had just done, even more shocked: "Has the boss gone mad?! This will get Abuyu killed without a burial place! And it won't do us any good!"

"I don't know what the boss is trying to do either..."

Nassin shook his head helplessly, "But I have to follow orders."

Samir also fell silent.

He could only sigh: "He must have his reasons for doing this. Maybe...maybe it's a situation we can't understand. Trust him, do as he says."

Nassin sighed and finally nodded: "Okay... I'll go contact them right away."

……

Everything was unfolding according to Song Heping's plan, like a venomous snake slowly approaching its prey through the grass.

Three days later, news of Song Heping's meeting with Abuyu, the leader of a branch of the Kold's armed forces, was reported to his superiors through several twists and turns via clandestine channels by a low-ranking messenger within the 1515 organization who "accidentally" obtained the intelligence.

After being "verified" by the intelligence department, the report was finally presented to Bakhdadi, the so-called "Caliph" of 1515.

In the dimly lit room, Bakdadi stared at the brief report on Song Heping's secret meeting with Abuyu and fell into a long silence.

His intelligence chief stood to the side, cautiously saying, “Great Caliph, this source is reliable. After cross-verification, we can basically confirm its authenticity. Abuyu, one of the leaders of that Kold'd heretic, actually contacted important figures on their wanted list behind the Americans' backs—this is blatant betrayal! We should immediately make this public and let the whole world know the true face of these so-called ‘anti-terrorism allies’! This will severely damage their morale, especially those Americans who support the Kold'd!”

Bakdadi stroked his chin, a cunning and cruel glint in his eyes.

He instinctively felt that things had gone too "smoothly"—how could they have learned of such an important meeting so easily?
However, the content of this message itself is both extremely tempting and destructive.

After careful consideration, he concluded that regardless of whether the news was fraudulent or not, making it public would be beneficial to 1515.

This could sow discord within the Kold'd forces, undermine Abu Yu's authority, and, more importantly, make the Americans doubt their allies, thereby weakening the anti-1515 coalition.

"very good."

Bakdadi finally spoke, his voice hoarse and somber, “Immediately process this news and release it through all our propaganda channels! Emphasize Abuyu’s betrayal of the Americans, emphasize his collusion with ‘KB leader’ Song Heping! Make sure every Kordi sees this!” “Yes, Your Majesty! Great Caliph!”

The intelligence chief excitedly accepted the order and left.

Soon, "bombshell news" about Abuyu's secret meeting with "notorious KB leader" Song Heping, intending to betray the Kold'd people and American interests, began to spread wildly on websites, telegram channels, and social media accounts controlled by 1515, accompanied by various "details" and "analyses" that were difficult to distinguish between true and false.

……

after one day.

Langley, CIA headquarters.

Director Vincent, his face ashen, slammed an intelligence briefing onto his desk. Sitting opposite him was Deputy Director Simon.

"Look what's happened! Another frustrating thing!"

Vincent pointed to the briefing, scratched his head, and said, "News suddenly broke online that our 'heroic' Commander Abuyu, whom we support, secretly met with that damned Song Heping weeks ago! That 'ghost' who caused us to lose countless good men! Now the whole world is laughing at us! Our ally is actually making a deal with our number one wanted criminal!"

Simon picked up the briefing and quickly scanned the web screenshots and intelligence analyses, his heart pounding involuntarily.

coming!

Is this what Song Heping meant by "timing" and "situation"?
Did he deliberately leak this information?

Why did he do this?
What benefits would it bring him to get rid of Abuyu?
Countless questions swirled in his mind.

But he deliberately feigned shock and anger: "This... if the news is true, it's an unforgivable betrayal!"

"The authenticity is still being evaluated!"

Vincent waved his hand irritably. “But there’s no smoke without fire! Those lunatics in 1515 may love to spread rumors, but accusations that specify a time and place are often not baseless! Moreover, considering that Abuyu did have some 'small moves' to try to expand his power before, and his recent decline in influence on the committee… Simon, how likely do you think this is?”

Simon's brain was working at lightning speed.

He knew this was a crucial moment, and his answer could very well determine Abuyu's fate and even influence the future situation.

He recalled Song Heping's hint—

"If you become the bureau chief..."

He took a deep breath, adopting a thoughtful expression that suggested he was acting in the best interests of the United States: "Director, I believe... whether this news is true or false, Abuyu is no longer trustworthy."

"Oh?" Vincent looked at him sharply.

"First of all, the news has spread too widely and has already had an extremely negative impact. Regardless of the truth, Abyu's prestige within Kold's faction has been damaged, and continuing to strongly support him may provoke dissatisfaction from other factions, which is not conducive to unity."

"Secondly..."

Simon continued, his tone grave, "It's better to be safe than sorry. Song Heping is an extremely dangerous and cunning man. For Abuyu to contact him, whatever his initial intentions, is tantamount to seeking help from a tiger. What if... what if they really reach some kind of agreement? Could a large portion of the huge sums of money and advanced weapons we provide to Abuyu ultimately end up in Song Heping's hands?"

Vincent's pupils contracted sharply.

Simon's last words were like a sharp knife, precisely piercing his deepest fear.

He knew about Song Heping's abilities.

If such a formidable enemy were to acquire sophisticated equipment and ample funding from the United States, combined with his already terrifying ground operations capabilities and intelligence network, as well as Abuyu's tribal militias...

In northwestern Iligo, it's really hard to say who will be in charge in the future!
This will absolutely overturn the United States' counterterrorism strategy and cause incalculable catastrophic consequences!
The thought of this possibility sent a chill down Vincent's spine.

"you're right!"

Vincent stood up abruptly, a resolute look on his face.

"The risk is too great! We can't take this risk! Simon, this matter is yours to handle personally! Immediately reassess all aid programs to the Abuyu faction! Cut, no, suspend! Suspend all arms and funding to forces directly controlled by Abuyu! Re-examine all cooperative projects with him! He must be marginalized and removed from our core aid list! Do it cleanly and decisively, leaving no room for criticism!"

"Understood, Director. I will handle it."

Simon nodded solemnly, but his heart was in turmoil.

Song Heping has achieved his goal!
With just a piece of information that was difficult to verify, he successfully used the United States to eliminate or at least severely weaken the Abuyu faction, the most capable and likely to cooperate with him among the Kold forces!

This man's control over people's hearts and the situation is simply terrifying!

That evening, Simon, back home, couldn't wait to dial the encrypted number again.

As soon as the call connected, he impatiently asked, "The news on the internet! Did you deliberately leak it? Why? What exactly are you trying to do?!"

On the other end of the phone, Song Heping's voice carried a faint hint of amusement: "I put it there. It seems to have worked well."

"Why!?"

Simon pressed further, "What good would it do you to eliminate Abuyu? Weakening the anti-1515 forces and allowing extremist groups to grow stronger—is that in your interest? And by doing this, you're essentially offending the powerful factions within the Kold'd people!"

"Simon."

Song Heping's voice turned cold. "I've said it before, there are some things you shouldn't ask. This isn't a question you should be asking either. You just need to carry out the orders. Actually, this is a complex scheme, and the first step has only just begun. You'll understand when the time comes. I'll say it again—do your job well and hold onto your position."

After saying that, Song Heping hung up the phone again, leaving Simon alone with the busy tone, feeling extremely confused and vaguely uneasy.

A series of interconnected schemes?

first step?
Just how big of a storm is Song Heping planning?

Simon looked out at the night sky and for the first time felt like a chess piece, without even a chance to be played.

　Asking for a monthly ticket! Asking for a monthly ticket!

　　
　
(End of this chapter)