Mercenary I am the king

Chapter 167 Invitation from the Deputy Commander

"Ah sneeze!"

Song Heping sneezed violently.

"Boss, is it too cold?"

Samir, who was driving, quickly reached out to turn up the air conditioner temperature.

"no no."

Song Heping shook his head and wiped his nose with a tissue.

"Maybe someone is cursing me behind my back."

Sameer looked confused.

Song Heping explained: "This is the first superstition in our hometown. It's just talk, don't take it seriously."

Samir laughed: "Boss, do you believe this too?"

Song Heping said: "No, I am an atheist."

Finally, he asked Samir: "Am I considered a pagan?"

Samir quickly shook his head: "In some people's eyes, it is, but in my eyes, it is not."

Song Heping knew he was speaking the truth. This kind of thing was entirely a matter of personal opinion. He suddenly remembered something and asked Samir, "You got a lot of money this time, but I have to remind you, don't rush to spend the money in your overseas account. If you want to use it here, it's best to use the commissions and salaries from your previous missions. Wait two years before spending it. Don't be too extravagant. In a place like yours, showing off your wealth is a very dangerous thing."

“I see, boss,” Samir said. “I’ve made my own plans.”

"Hmm?" Song Heping was curious about what Samir was planning, so he asked, "Can you tell me about it?"

"Brother Yili has no hope in the short term. Look at the current situation. There are mountains everywhere. Who cares about the lives of the people?"

His face darkened.

"I plan to send my family away first and go abroad."

"Going abroad?"

Song Heping was a little surprised by Samir's answer.

If it was Yusuf who said this to him, it would not be surprising at all.

Yusuf is more concerned about his own family, and his purpose of making money is to enable his family to live a good life.

Samir is different.

Samir gave Song Heping the impression that he had a certain sense of national sentiment and did not value money as much as Yusuf.

This time he also got tens of millions of dollars.

It can be said that I will never have to worry about anything in my life.

As long as Samir is willing, he can leave Irigo and choose to live in other countries.

But Samir didn't do that.

He still stayed in the company as his company commander.

Everyone else found it strange, but Song Heping didn't feel anything was strange.

He even felt that Samir was someone with greater ambitions.

Staying in Irigo is almost inevitable.

I didn't expect that today he would say that he wanted to send his family away.

"Do you mean to immigrate?" Song Heping couldn't help but ask.

Samir said, "No, boss, I am only sending my children and family out. I am not leaving myself. My uncle is in Turkey, and I plan to send them there and let them live there."

"So you plan to stay here?" Song Heping pointed at himself. "Continue working in the company? Don't forget that you're worth tens of millions. You don't need to work in this industry anymore."

Samir smiled and said, "Boss, there's nothing wrong with following you. If this operation had been carried out by someone else, not only would I not get any dividends, I might even lose my life."

Song Heping said, "You mean, if it were someone else, they would kill you?"

Samir nodded. "That's right. Ten million dollars is a lot of money. Besides, I'm from Irigora. If you kill me, each of you can get an extra million dollars."

Song Heping sighed and said, "Do you think your life is so worthless?"

Samir laughed self-deprecatingly and said, "It's not that I think my life is worthless, it's that others think the lives of the Irigean people are worthless. Look at Irigean today, are the lives of the locals valuable? The US military only pays a few thousand dollars for accidentally killing a civilian, but those local mercenaries are dead, dead, without even insurance. Only you're buying insurance for us."

Song Heping admitted that what Samir said was true.

Samir continued in that self-deprecating tone, "Citizens of a country without autonomy have no rights, and their lives are worthless. So I was really worried you'd kill me. But to my surprise, you didn't kill me and gave me a share of the profits."

Song Heping said: "Killing people indiscriminately is not a tradition of our Chinese people. I will kill those who must be killed, but I will not kill indiscriminately. For example, if you betray me, I will find you and kill you no matter where you are, but I will not do such a thing."

Samir said, “So you’re a good boss.”

The two chatted all the way back to Bakda.

When he arrived at the Green Zone, Song Heping received a call from Colonel Curtis.

On the phone, Curtis asked Song Heping to come to the headquarters immediately, saying that the deputy commander of the US forces in Iraq wanted to see him.

Deputy commander?
Song Heping was a little surprised.

This is a big shot in the US military in Iriguchi.

I never expected that he would take the initiative to ask to see me?

It’s evil.

Song Heping felt a little uneasy.

But since Curtis called in person, he still had to go and meet him.

After all, I still have a military contract.

If you want to get more military contracts in the future, it is obviously difficult to avoid having good relations with these Americans.

So he asked Samir to go back to the company first and drove to the Republic Palace himself.

After arriving at the headquarters and registering downstairs, the guard verified Song Heping's identity and appointment before letting him go upstairs.

The deputy commander is called Peter.

His office is on the third floor.

Song Heping first went to Curtis's office.

The latter was very enthusiastic when he met Song Heping.

"Song! You did a great job at the water supply station this time." Curtis looked radiant, completely different from the gloomy and irritable look he had when he first met him.

"The water station has been very safe recently. No one has caused trouble in the past two weeks, and the construction is progressing very smoothly. It looks like the repair work can be completed early and the water supply can be restored."

He stood up from his seat, walked around the table to Song Heping, and patted Song Heping's elbow.

"Let's go see Deputy Commander Peter and talk while we walk."

"it is good."

Song Heping didn't say much and walked side by side with him.

Curtis said, "I've changed three PMC companies, and yours is the best. I plan to let your company continue to take on the long-term security contract for the water supply station in the future."

Song Heping nodded after hearing this, but was not very surprised.

Yes.

A $5 order.

There really isn't much meat to eat.

Curtis needs to know this.

So he said, "Colonel, take this order. You know our company doesn't make much money. If Yevgeny hadn't told me, Colonel, that you're his good friend, to be honest, I wouldn't have taken this order."

Curtis laughed heartily. "Song, I know the water station orders aren't very profitable, but relationships are something that are built up slowly. Irrigo currently has a lot of security tasks, and over 30 billion yuan of reconstruction funds have been invested in security. Many of these orders are very profitable, such as security for dignitaries, the protection of important facilities, and the training of police forces in some cities and daily urban defense. After all, our manpower is limited, and we also need some contractors to take on some of the miscellaneous tasks for us outside of combat, but—"

He stopped and raised his index finger, looking like a teacher at a podium giving a lecture to his students.

"If you want to get these big orders and make a profit, first, you have to rely on your strength, and second, you have to rely on something, do you know?"

Song Heping thought for a moment and said, "Relationship?"

"No, no, no, the relationship is only third."

Song Heping cursed in his heart, what you said is setting a trap for me!

Later on, if you say which number it is, then that’s it. Do I have to guess them one by one for you?
Curtis was smiling and seemed to be in a good mood.

"The second one is actually loyalty. Loyalty, understand?"

"loyalty?"

Song Heping was speechless. He was a Chinese, and the other was a mercenary.

Damn, you're talking to me about loyalty?

He had an urge to curse.

But think about it carefully.

Curtis is not a lunatic. He is a colonel. There must be a reason why he said that.

So I could only continue nodding: "Yeah, loyalty."

After that, he kept silent and waited for Curtis to continue and see what he would say next.

"Loyalty is very important. Especially for the US military, the PMC companies we hire must be loyal to us."

Curtis said, pointing upstairs.

"Now, I will take you to prove your loyalty."

This time it was Song Heping's turn to be confused.

Go to the third floor?
Where did Deputy Commander Peter prove his loyalty?

He vaguely felt that the water was deep here.

I felt like I was standing on the edge of an abyss, looking at the water in front of me, which was unfathomable and bottomless.

soon.

The third floor has arrived.

After knocking on Deputy Commander Peter's door, Song Heping saw the deputy commander, who was about fifty years old, had no hair on his head, and was wearing a camouflage uniform.

"SIR!"

Curtis saluted.

Song Heping was not one of them, so of course he couldn't salute. He could only say, "Hello, Deputy Commander."

Peter closed the document he was reading, looked Song Heping up and down several times, and then pointed to the chair in front of him: "Sit down."

Song Heping sat down in the chair, and Curtis turned around and closed the door.

Song Heping noticed this detail.

He had guessed that the conversation that was about to begin was not going to be an ordinary one.

"Mr. Song, can I trust your loyalty?"

Hey!
Song Heping cursed in his heart again.

And so loyal.

I am loyal to you!

He still said, "I think you can trust me, Mr. Deputy Commander."

"Colonel Curtis recommended you to me, saying you did an excellent job with the water supply station. You even wiped out the Salafi militia's base that had been sabotaging the water supply station on the first day."

Having said that, he crossed his fingers and kept tapping the backs of his hands, as if thinking about the next conversation.

"Honestly, I've been in Irigo for almost a year now, and this is the first time I've seen a PMC use such ruthless and precise tactics. Even Blackwater...ah...those guys...they just like hanging out with the CIA."

He curled his lips in a look of contempt.

Song Heping felt that this deputy commander seemed to be at odds with the CIA.

"Blackwater is a big company, and we are a small company. We can't be compared."

Song Heping was still humble.

"The size of the company isn't the issue; the issue is the ability," Peter said. "I have an order on hand right now, and I wonder if you're interested."

Ask yourself directly if you are interested instead of telling yourself what the task is.

There is definitely something wrong with this matter.

Say you're not interested and offend Peter.

Although he is interested, he has no idea what kind of pit he has dug for himself.

But things had come to this point, and the deputy commander's office had come in and sat down across from him, so it seemed that there wasn't much choice left.

Unless he doesn't want to continue expanding his business in Irigoe, he will definitely not be able to get around the US military.

"Of course, my company really needs business."

Song Heping's words are not an exaggeration.

The company really needs business. Unless it does not want to develop and just stick to the oil field forever, it still needs the care of the military.

"I have a mission in Mosul."

He picked up a document and pushed it in front of Song Heping.

"If you can take on and complete this order, it will prove your loyalty and earn my trust."

Song Heping took a look at the document.

The standard format of a military document, with the U.S. military emblem on the cover and a line of English notation in the upper right corner - Secret.

Peter tapped his hand on the paperwork.

"If you accept the task, you can read this document. If you read this document, you must accept the task."

These words are a direct warning.

Song Heping looked at Peter calmly: "Deputy Commander, from your tone I can guess that this mission is very dangerous. Is that right?"

Peter nodded: "That's right."

Song Heping said, "Thank you for your honesty, but before I read it, I would like to ask how much the reward is."

"Compared to the difficulty, it's not much, $100 million."

Peter tapped his hand on the paper again.

100 million US dollars.

This reward is not low.

The problem is, Peter actually said that the reward was not high compared to the difficulty.

It is equivalent to telling yourself that this mission is extremely dangerous.

Mosul.

Isn't there still a battle going on there?
A definite war zone.

What exactly is the mission?

Seeing Song Heping's hesitation, Peter continued, "However, after you complete this mission, our cooperative relationship will be further improved. This is an intangible reward."

His words hinted at a lot of things.

It seemed like he said a lot, but he seemed to say nothing at all.

"It seems that I can't refuse."

Song Heping stopped dawdling.

He didn't want to play dumb with Peter.

The hint is already obvious.

If we want to have deeper military cooperation with the US troops stationed in Iraq, we must take this order and complete it beautifully.

The current base of "Musician" Defense is in Irigoe. If it wants to survive here, it is very important to be able to establish relationships with senior US military officials.

Very important.

This is a hurdle that cannot be avoided.

Even though he has been working against the CIA, it doesn't mean he can make money without going through these Americans.

Song Heping asked, "How many people do you need for this task? My company is small and can't compare with big companies."

Peter replied, "Not much. Just a small team, and a small team of Navy SEALs will be with you."

SEALs?
interesting.

Speaking of this, Song Heping became more interested.

"An action team, right? That's no problem." Song Heping placed his hand on the document: "I'll take it."

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

　　
　
(End of this chapter)