Mercenary I am the king

Chapter 204 Luxurious Dinner
"You came?"

At seven o'clock in the evening, in the Palace of the Republic in the Green Zone, Song Heping, led by General Peter's adjutant, met the third-ranking military official in Iraq.

Peter was wearing camouflage uniform with his sleeves rolled up, looking like a tough soldier.

Song Heping heard from Ferrari that this guy was from the US Special Forces and his family's military history could be traced back to the War of Independence. He was definitely a military family with a strong background.

In Ferrari's words, getting in touch with this guy is like getting in touch with the military leaders in the US military.

"Here I come, General."

Song Heping walked to Peter's table, and Peter winked at his adjutant: "Have someone prepare dinner."

"Okay, General."

Adjutant Frank turned and left, closing the office door.

"sit down."

Peter gestured for Song Heping to sit down.

Song Heping was not polite and sat down in the chair opposite the table, adjusting his posture to make himself as comfortable as possible.

Peter was reviewing documents, signing them, and said to Song Heping, "You did a good job in Mosul this time. I was right about you."

"Thanks for your care, General." Song Heping said.

Peter didn't even raise his eyelids, his gaze still fixed on the document, but he continued to speak: "I heard that you killed the Mosul Reaper at a distance of 1,600 meters with a DShK heavy machine gun?"

Song Heping said: "It was Chris, the sniper from your Navy SEAL team, who did it."

Peter said, "That's not what Chris's report said."

Song Heping was slightly stunned.

Peter added, "He wrote clearly that you were the one who took out the sniper. He missed."

Song Heping argued, "There were two bullet holes on the deceased's body, maybe one of them was Chris's."

Peter said: "Both bullet holes were shot from the back."

Song Heping: "..."

He really didn't expect Chris to be so honest.

I told him not to mention me, but he still did.

But it can be seen that this guy still has some sense of military honor.

But he didn't want to talk about it anymore, so he changed the subject and asked, "Is that really the Mosul Grim Reaper?"

Peter nodded slightly and continued reviewing the documents. "Yes, we've verified the intelligence data. His name is Abu, a former member of the Irigo National Shooting Team. After retiring, he was recruited into the Revolutionary Guards' Death Squad as a sniper instructor. He's one of the best snipers in Irigo."

Then he paused, and finally raised his eyes to glance at Song Heping: "What special forces are you from?"

Song Heping said, "I guess the CIA has checked my file, right? General, you don't know?"

Peter said, "They say you're a swineherd."

Song Heping laughed and said, "He really is a pig farmer, a breeder at the logistics base."

Peter snorted softly and sneered, "There's an old saying in your country, don't tell lies in front of real people."

Song Heping muttered to himself, this guy even knows this sentence.

But he still refused to admit it: "My shooting skills are good because I met a firearms manager when I was raising pigs at the base. He was a retired special forces soldier due to injury. When he had nothing to do, I asked him to teach me how to shoot. I stayed there for five years and learned the basics."

Of course Peter wouldn't believe such a crude lie, but he also knew that asking further would be useless.

Soon, he finished reviewing the documents.

"Report, dinner is here, General."

There was a knock on the door at exactly the right time.

"Come in."

The door opened and two orderlies came in pushing a dining cart full of food.

"Just have a simple meal at my place tonight."

Peter pointed to the corner of the office.

His office is very big, probably about one hundred square meters.

No wonder, this used to be Shadamu’s palace in the capital, so it is naturally quite luxurious.

Peter divided this place into several areas. One area is the office area, where he placed his desk, computer, bookshelf and safe.

The other is the reception area, which has a coffee table, sofa, refrigerator, etc.

There was also an area with a dining table and a wooden cabinet. Song Heping didn't know what was inside.

Two orderlies pushed a dining cart to the dining table and placed the food on it one by one. They glanced at Song Heping while doing so.

After all, I have never seen a Chinese person sitting and dining with the general in this office.

"sit."

Peter came to the dining table and sat down, then pointed to a chair nearby.

After Song Heping sat down, he took a clear look at the food on the table.

In addition to steak, salad, and fried fish, there was also something that surprised Song Heping - sashimi.

And it looks like bluefin tuna.

The reason I know this is because when I was in the Maldives, the chef, who is a gourmet, asked me to make a hot order.

In addition, there are actually two Big Macs.

That's right, two McDonald's Big Macs.

Two big hamburgers...

hamburger?
Song Heping was a little confused.

This meal doesn’t feel like Western food, nor like Japanese food.

After the orderly left, Peter left his seat, walked to the cabinet and opened the door.

Song Heping now knows what this cabinet is used for.

It was a wine cabinet. Peter pointed at the wine inside and asked Song Heping, "Want some?"

Song Heping wanted to refuse, but then he thought better of it. Why save money for Peter? As a general, he must have a lot of good wine.

How can we miss this opportunity to reap the benefits of capitalism?

“Which bottle is the most expensive?”

Song Heping asked in a half-joking tone.

He thought Peter would despise him and think he was a petty-minded guy.

Unexpectedly, Peter's eyes showed admiration.

He reached out and pulled out one of the bottles with a yellow label, on which were printed the numbers "1946" in red letters.

This bottle of whiskey is the most expensive

He said, "Most of these wines are from Shadamu, and they are treasures in the palace."

Song Heping asked tentatively, "How much is a bottle?"

"Over 20,000 US dollars a bottle." Peter curled his lips, shrugged, and said helplessly, "Most of the wine here is from the Shadamu Palace. There's nothing we can do about it. The conditions are like this, so we'll just have to make do with it."

Oh!

Song Heping thought, more than 20,000 US dollars for a bottle of wine, and you tell me to settle for it?
It's really quite "compromising". If not, what would you drink?

Even drinking golden water can’t be that expensive!

When it comes to military affairs, nothing can shock Song Heping.

He understands everything.

But speaking of enjoyment and luxury.

Peter was completely shocked by Song Heping.

As a poor young man from a small town, if he was not already worth 750 million US dollars, he would be so scared that his legs would cramp when he heard that this bottle of wine that looked only ml cost more than US dollars.

Just a few months ago, Song Heping couldn't afford this bottle of wine with all his money.

"Haha, then just make do with it..."

Song Heping laughed dryly twice to hide his embarrassment.

I'm going to try this wine tonight. It costs more than 20,000 yuan a bottle. According to the current exchange rate, it is worth 200,000 RMB.

Peter deftly tore open the tin foil sealing the bottle, then skillfully pulled out the cork. He placed the bottle under his nostrils and took a deep puff like he was taking in flour. Then he closed his eyes in ecstasy, as if savoring the aroma of the mixture of aged whiskey and cork.

After a while, he opened his eyes and said to Song Heping: "Yes, there is no problem with the preservation of Shadamu."

After saying that, he took out two cups, poured some wine into one of them, and pushed it in front of Song Heping.

Then he returned to his seat and sat down, pouring himself some as well.

"Add some ice." Peter picked up two ice cubes and threw them into the glass, then handed the tongs to Song Heping: "This wine is a bit old and very strong. Adding some ice cubes will make the taste smoother."

Song Heping followed suit and added ice to his own dish.

Peter picked up the knife and cut open the steak, and blood mixed with grease oozed out.

Apparently, the steak was only medium rare.

"Do you know what breed of cow this is?"

Song Heping shook his head: "I don't know. I don't know much about beef, General."

Peter patiently cut the steak into small pieces with his knife and fork, saying as he did so, "This is Wagyu beef from Japan. Did you know they have fifteen different ways to prepare it? When I was working in the Japanese garrison, I loved going to a restaurant that combined all fifteen different ways of preparing it in one set meal, letting you experience all the different flavors. It's a shame I don't have a Japanese chef here, otherwise I would have asked him to come and make this dish for us."

"I only know that they have many different ways of filming their action movies..." Song Heping sarcastically said, "It seems they apply this professionalism to beef."

He thought Peter would be annoyed by the sarcasm, but he didn't expect that they both burst into laughter.

"Hahaha! Song, you're an interesting person." He raised his fork and nodded at Song Heping from a distance. "You're right. In Japan, there are two things that are of the highest quality. One is food, and the other is women."

Song Heping said: "Forget about the food, I still have a Chinese stomach."

He immediately lost interest in the plate of Wagyu beef. Suddenly, Aroma Ferrari told him that Wagyu beef was restricted for export, so he asked, "General, I heard that Japan strictly controls the export of its Wagyu beef. Are you sure you are eating Wagyu beef?"

Peter sneered: "Those kinds of rules are for others to see. We are the ones who set the rules."

Song Heping thought about it and realized that Japan would definitely not dare to disobey the Americans. Peter had even served in the Japanese troops stationed there, so it was not surprising that he could get it.

He was just curious about how much money and connections it would take to put this plate of beef on the table.

"Why?" Peter picked up his wine glass, glanced at the Wagyu beef in front of Song Heping, and said, "You don't like beef? Then try this sashimi. It's bluefin tuna cheek meat, very delicious. Or try that burger, which is made with Wagyu beef and medium-rare tuna belly meat. This bluefin tuna is shipped from Nagasaki, Japan, which is the best source of bluefin tuna in the world."

"Nagasaki?" Song Heping asked curiously, "Is that the Nagasaki you threw the mushroom eggs at?"

Peter said, “That’s right.”

Song Heping asked: "Aren't you afraid of pollution?"

Peter nearly spat his whiskey back into his glass.

He picked up the napkin and wiped his mouth, then said seriously, "Song, I arranged this dinner so solemnly today to tell you that, just like the food on the table, no matter how rare it is, it is easy in the eyes of those of us who make the rules. Do you want to join us at the table, or would you rather be on the table like these foods?"

"Cough-cough-"

Song Heping coughed twice.

"General, I appreciate your hospitality, but could you please be frank? You're going through all this trouble just to negotiate a deal, right? Tell me, what deal?"

"That's straightforward!" Peter's face relaxed. "I like people like you who are straightforward and direct."

He turned and walked to the safe, entered the password and took out a document, then returned to the table and placed it in front of Song Heping.

"There's a top-secret mission here. We need you to help kill three people. Take a look at the information first, and then we'll talk."

Song Heping took the file and opened it in confusion.

That document contains the information of those three people.

Song Heping's eyes slowly scanned every line of the document, and a thin layer of sweat slowly seeped out of his forehead.

　Asking for a monthly ticket!

　　
　
(End of this chapter)