Mercenary I am the king

Chapter 1186 Genius idea!
Looking at Brennan, who was furious.

Simon sighed inwardly.

He knew that further explanation would be pointless and would only bring him humiliation.

But now they're in a bind, like mud falling into their crotch—even if it's not shit, it's still shit.

If it's not explained, it will be even more difficult to explain.

Under Brennan's almost murderous gaze, Simon had no choice but to take out the specially encrypted satellite phone and, in full view of everyone, dial the middleman's number codenamed "Caravan." As requested, he then played the conversation aloud through the conference room speakers.

After a brief transfer and wait, the caravan's heavily accented, somewhat slick-sounding English came through the phone.

"Good afternoon, Mr. Simon. I suppose you've come to see me about matters concerning Nineveh?"

"Yes."

Simon tried to keep his voice calm.

“My superiors are very disappointed and puzzled by Bakdadi’s sudden termination of the agreement and withdrawal of troops. We have fulfilled our promises and paid the deposit. We hope that Emir will also keep his promises.”

The caravan let out an exaggerated sigh on the other end of the phone: "Oh, my dear Mr. Simon, I completely understand how you and your superiors feel. But please, please also understand our predicament. Mosul! That's Mosul! Our heart! Now someone has a knife to our throat, and it looks like it's about to be stabbed through! Tell me, at a time like this, can Emil possibly care about a few little rats on the border? If you were in that situation, would you save your own lair first, or chase after a few insignificant rats?"

Simon glanced at Brennan, whose face was growing increasingly grim, and said with a forced smile, "But we have an agreement..."

"Agreements are rigid, but people are flexible!"

"The caravan" interrupted Simon slickly, his tone laced with a hint of roguishness.

"Besides, the agreement didn't specify what to do if our home base was taken. Mr. Simon, if you feel you lost out on this deal and insist on getting an explanation... then I suggest that you perhaps send your Delta Force or Rangers to Mosul to have a face-to-face talk with Emil? I believe he will give you a 'warm' welcome."

These sarcastic and evasive words echoed clearly through the loudspeaker in the silent command center.

"Bastards! These shameless, greedy, and despicable barbarians!"

Brennan could no longer hold back and smashed the ceramic coffee cup with the Marine Corps insignia on the ground!
With a sharp "crack," shards of porcelain and brown coffee splashed everywhere, startling several nearby civilian officers.

Simon silently hung up the phone, knowing that any further communication would be futile.

The conference room fell into a deathly silence.

On the big screen, the light spot representing Unit 1515 continued to move away from Song Heping.

The Syrian border, on the Iligo side.

The battered convoy of pickup trucks sped up a gentle slope, leading to a relatively flat valley.

Song Heping ordered the convoy to stop.

Petrovsky jumped out of the car and quickly checked the condition of "Frost".

His breathing was still weak, but relatively steady.

"He is very weak and needs to be taken to the hospital immediately."

Upon hearing this, Song Heping nodded slightly without saying anything.

Then he walked to the side, took out the satellite phone that had been silent for a long time, turned it on again, and quickly dialed a number.

The call was answered immediately after it rang, and Jiang Feng's voice came from the other end.

"Old squad leader! Are you all safe?"

"We're safe now. We just crossed the border. How's the situation on your end?"

Song Heping asked.

Jiang Feng quickly and concisely reported the results of the "besieging Wei to rescue Zhao" strategy and the segmented ambushes along the way.

Mosul has been largely captured, Abij and Dehok have been taken, and Sinjar is under siege; Edi's reinforcements have been blocked in the Black Canyon area, suffering heavy losses and unable to make any progress; Zarqawi's forces have also turned back to reinforce.

After listening, Song Heping said calmly, "Well done. Now that Zarqawi's men have returned to defend, it's time for you to withdraw from the battle in batches. It seems that 1515 can't take care of us right now."

"Understood! Oh, by the way, Sergeant, Afanti has already arranged a helicopter for you, it should arrive soon."

“I know, be careful, retreat quickly, don’t get entangled with them, now is not the time to fight to the death with the 1515 militia.”

"I see."

The call between the two was very brief, ending in less than five minutes.

Just as planned. An hour later, at the designated evacuation point, a Mi-17 helicopter painted with the insignia of the Persian Air Force roared down.

The SSO team members and the unconscious "Frost" were quickly carried onto the helicopter.

Song Heping was the last to board the plane. He glanced back at the war-torn land before decisively closing the cabin door.

The helicopter took off and flew towards Persian territory.

Just as Song Heping safely returned to the Persian Plateau, the atmosphere in the Pentagon command center remained tense.

An army lieutenant general in charge of Middle East affairs watched the rapid offensive and skillful blocking maneuvers of the "Liberation Forces" and the Abuyu Brigade on the screen, and then watched their orderly retreat towards the Persian Plateau. He couldn't help but sigh:
"Although Song Heping is our enemy, I have to admit that despite spending hundreds of billions of dollars training and equipping the Iligo government forces and launching countless air-supported ground offensives over the past three months, we have failed to shake 1515's rule in Nineveh Province, let alone capture Mosul. Yet this Song Heping, with only the militia he leads, has accomplished what we have failed to do..."

Having said that, perhaps feeling that his "remarks" were not "politically correct" enough, the lieutenant general stopped talking, glanced at his colleagues around him, and used a stiff smile to cover up his embarrassment.

But the speaker has no intention, and the listener has intention.

His words were like a pebble thrown into a calm lake, not only creating ripples in everyone's hearts, but also giving Simon a flash of inspiration.

A bold idea quickly sprouted in his mind.

He suddenly realized that if he looked at Song Heping from a different perspective...

Perhaps it is possible to engage in limited cooperation with this formidable adversary in certain areas, in a manner consistent with American interests.

After all, the Americans and Song Heping share the same goal of completely eliminating the 1515 armed group.

This idea is utterly absurd.

But after careful consideration, Simon found that there didn't seem to be anything wrong with it.

After all, as an acting CIA director, in his worldview there are no partners who cannot be cooperated with, and there are no bottom lines to be drawn in anything.

Lying, deception, theft, subversion, assassination...

Isn't this very simple and common in the world of secret intelligence?

If you can cooperate with the 1515 armed group to kill Song Heping, why can't you cooperate with Song Heping to eliminate the 1515 armed group?

Since the 1515 militia couldn't defeat Song Heping, and Song Heping demonstrated his formidable abilities, why not recruit Song Heping to assist the US military in eliminating the 1515 militia?

If this matter succeeds, it will be entirely beneficial to me, the acting director.

First, eliminating the 1515 militant group and taking down Bakhdadi would be a landmark achievement in the fight against terrorism.

The president has a wealth of achievements on his desk, he has earned credit, the military can get funding, and even Brennan, who is currently jumping up and down cursing, can vent his anger.

More importantly, cooperating with Song Heping is better than being his enemy.

His own Achilles' heel was still in Song Heping's grasp.

If the hostility continues, sooner or later you will be caught in a dilemma and something bad will happen to you.

Turn enemies into friends.

Oh my God! That's an idea only a genius could come up with!

Of course, Simon did not announce this idea on the spot.

He's not stupid.

The idea was so radical that it required extremely careful evaluation and secret operation, as well as sufficient reasons and materials to convince the higher-ups in the White House.

He planned to try to secretly contact Song Heping after returning home to sound him out.

Based on his understanding of Song Heping, he was not a rigid guy. He probably wouldn't object to the news and would even lend him a hand, just like he had secretly helped him ascend to the position of bureau chief.

He suddenly became a little excited, and his palms were sweaty.

So bold!

You must be very careful.

Otherwise, they would be considered suspects, and forget about their future; they'd be lucky if they didn't end up spending their lives in federal prison.

　Asking for a monthly ticket!

　　
　
(End of this chapter)