Mercenary I am the king

Chapter 1242 Triple Lock (1)

The night in Hurmatu is dry and cold.

Song Heping leaned back in the cold metal chair, his eyes closed, but his brain was working at top speed.

On the screen, the progress bar representing the data integration with Simon had long since filled up and disappeared.

The encrypted data packet, which contained information on Colonel Kurt and the Pentagon's numerous "small actions" as well as sensitive information on the edge of war crimes, was being segmented and re-encrypted like a virus spore, silently infiltrating the law-fortified servers in Switzerland and the Cayman Islands through anonymous nodes around the world.

This is his "dead hand switch".

This switch will be triggered if a fully loaded B-2 or Predator drone bombs the land of Hurmatu.

Pandora's box will be opened wide in the online world. Although it may not be enough to shake the foundation of the United States, it will definitely ruin the reputation of Kurt and his gang, cause the Pentagon a lot of trouble, and make them infamous in international public opinion.

"Deterrence isn't enough with just the determination to go down with the enemy..."

Song Heping opened his eyes, a cold glint in them. "They need to know that messing with me, Song Heping, will have consequences far beyond a few shady documents. It will cause an earthquake throughout northwestern Iligo, and even the collapse of the entire Middle East chessboard!"

He needs to build a three-dimensional defense system, a "triple lock" that makes the Americans hesitant to act rashly.

"Go and summon Commander Samir!"

He went to the door and gave instructions to the guards.

Samir soon appeared at the command post.

"Boss, what do you need me for so late?"

Samir sensed that the late-night summons was definitely not a simple matter.

“You’re very familiar with the Northwest region, aren’t you?” Song Heping asked.

“Of course!” Samir quickly replied, “I was born and raised here, and I’ve been operating here for the past few years. Most of the soldiers are locals, so of course I’m familiar with this place…”

He then asked, "Boss, why are you asking this...?"

Which tribe in the Hurmatu region is the most powerful?

"The tribes ruled by the Sadir family have an alliance that has lasted for over a thousand years and is deeply entrenched. Even the 1515 armed group has to give them face. Even when the Americans and government forces occupied this area, they had to give them some benefits to appease these ancient families."

Samir quickly provided an answer to prove that his earlier statement that he was "familiar with this place" was not an exaggeration.

"it is good."

Song Heping got up, walked to the table next to him, took out paper and pen, and quickly wrote a list on it, saying as he wrote:

"I need you to do something. Set off tonight and go see the elders of the Sadir family immediately. Can you do it?"

"Their elders don't easily meet outsiders... especially in this war-torn situation..."

Samir seemed somewhat troubled again.

After Song Heping finished writing the list, he got up and went to Samir's side, handing the list to him: "These are my gifts. See if you can impress the elders of the Sadir family."

Samir glanced at the list, his eyes widening: "Yes..."

The list included weapons, medicine, and of course, US dollars.

These are the most precious things in chaotic times.

“If you can do it, then do it; time is of the essence,” Song Heping said. “I need you to win over the Sadir family and his alliance to fully support us.”

"it is good……"

With the list in hand, Samir felt more confident.

In northwestern Iligo, no tribe is immune to bribery.

They couldn't bribe them because the price wasn't high enough.

"Then let's get it done right away, don't waste time here."

Song Heping waved his hand and urged, "Remember, I want this to be done perfectly. After it's done, we need to spread the word appropriately and create momentum so that all the major tribes will swear their support for me."

“No problem! I’ll definitely convince him!” Samir didn’t dare delay.

If Song Heping says the matter is urgent, then it must be very urgent.

The boss's judgment and decisions are always correct.

Samir absolutely possesses this loyalty.

Soon, he dispatched his liaisons, who were familiar with the Sadir tribe, to sneak into the most influential tribal settlement around Titrick under the cover of night, carrying a heavy dose of "sincerity."

Two hours later, several off-road vehicles drove into a village near the Al-Sadir tribe, the most powerful tribe in northwestern Iligo.

Militiamen who had been hiding in the shadows appeared and surrounded the vehicle.

Samir got out of the car, raised his hands, and shouted, "I'm here to see your elder! I've already informed him through the contact person, and he's waiting to see me!"

The leading tribal militiamen exchanged glances.

They had already been notified that a mysterious guest would be visiting the elders tonight.

What followed was a series of routine procedures—a body search, an inspection, and then Samir was asked to blindfold himself with a black cloth...

The tent of Abdul Sadir, the supreme leader and elder of the Sadir tribe, is hidden deep in a dry river valley, surrounded by dozens of tribal armed men carrying old-fashioned rifles.

Samir was led into the tent blindfolded. After the blindfold was removed, he adjusted to the dim light of the mutton oil lamp.

The tent was covered with thick carpets, and the air was filled with the rich aroma of spices and mint tea.

Elder Abdul, over sixty years old with white hair and beard, sat in the main seat. His eyes were cloudy but revealed a shrewdness that came from years of experience. Several of his sons and prominent figures from the tribe sat beside him, and the atmosphere was solemn.

Without much small talk, Samir presented a gift list directly—

It provided enough weapons and ammunition to equip a company, a batch of urgently needed medicines, a small water purification system, and fifty brand-new satellite phones, in addition to one million US dollars in cash.

“Honorable Elder Abdul,”

Samir spoke in fluent Arabic, his tone respectful yet confident.

"Commander Song Heping extends his sincerest greetings to you. This is a small gift, which I hope will alleviate the tribe's current difficulties."

Elder Abdul nodded slightly, gesturing for his subordinate to accept the money, then asked in a hoarse voice, "Song? Is that the Dong Daren who's been making headlines lately? What does he want from me?"

Samir leaned forward and lowered his voice, saying, "My boss promised that as long as the 'Musician' defenses remain in Hurmatu, or after the capture of Titrick in the future, if we can obtain your full support, then all post-war reconstruction projects in Titrick and its surrounding areas, including cement, bricks, and labor, will be given priority to the people of the Sadir tribe."

"At the same time, on the 'old road' (referring to the oil smuggling route) from Mosul to the border of Siri, the 'musician' only takes 30% of the 'protection fee' from the passing oil tankers, and the remaining 70% is to be distributed by you and the other elders through negotiation."

A suppressed gasp filled the tent instantly.

Reconstruction projects mean long-term, stable wealth and employment opportunities!
And that smuggling route means astonishing profits!
In the past, even though they were the most powerful tribe here, they were still exploited by the 1515 armed forces at every level, leaving them with very little.

Song Heping's offer was practically a gift of a mountain of gold to them!
Elder Abdul's cloudy eyes suddenly flashed with a sharp light as he stared at Samir: "There's no such thing as a free lunch, so... what are the conditions?"

"The condition is..."

Samir said, enunciating each word clearly: "'The musician' lives, the promise lives. 'The musician' dies..."

He paused, his voice growing colder, "Then, Hurmatu and the entire Titrick region will immediately become a battlefield for revenge once again. At that time, whether 1515 makes a comeback, or the Americans or government forces take over, it's hard to say whether you can still maintain your current status and interests."

These words are blunt and cruel, yet they hit the nail on the head.

In Iligo, the survival rules of the tribe are just that realistic.

The promises of the Bakhta government are far less reliable than tangible benefits and force.

The existence of Song Heping and the "Musician" defense has proven their ability to control territory and bring tangible benefits.

Once this powerful entity disappears, chaos and a reshuffling will inevitably follow. At that time, let alone making money, it will be difficult to say whether they can even protect their meager tribal interests.

　Asking for a monthly ticket!

　　
　
(End of this chapter)