Mercenary I am the king

Chapter 208 Something is fishy
Song Heping originally thought that he could take a rest after returning from Mosul, but he didn't expect to be busy and fighting again so soon.

Late at night, Song Heping called Lao Yao.

The old demon has returned to China.

Under Song Heping's care, the timber business encountered almost no trouble, and Yusuf arranged everything properly.

The old demon originally wanted to invite Song Heping to dinner before leaving, but he didn't expect that Song Heping was no longer in Bakda.

At this time, the old demon suddenly realized that although only a few months had passed, Song Heping was no longer the same person he used to be. He had embarked on a completely different path from his own.

The two chatted on the phone for more than ten minutes, and Lao Yao suddenly asked Song Heping, when will you go back to China?
"I remember you haven't been back to China for almost two years, right?"

"I wanted to go back, but now I have another business deal and I am too busy to leave."

Song Heping was telling the truth.

Who doesn't want to take a break?
It is said that if a man does not return home rich and powerful, it is like walking in brocade clothes at night.

But when I think about the job I’m doing now, I have no choice but to travel at night in fine clothes.

"Is the mercenary business really that good?" The old demon jokingly said, "It makes me want to join you."

Song Heping said, "Trading your life for money is not for everyone. Besides, aren't you doing well now, Old Demon? If all the timber from Yusuf's place is sold, you can make a lot of money. Use the money to do legitimate business. My job is really scary."

"I think you're enjoying it," the old demon said. "Heping, you don't know, right? The last time I met you in Bakda, I felt that you were more relaxed than when we did business together before."

He sighed and continued, "You weren't so happy when we were selling groceries together before."

Song Heping was slightly stunned when he heard this.

I really am just as the old demon said.

Are you really enjoying it?

As the saying goes, those who are involved are often the most confused.

Usually, the emotions we express are most clearly seen by outsiders.

He couldn't help but smile bitterly.

Maybe the old demon was right. Every time he entered the battlefield, he would enter a strange state of excitement. Even if he was out of the battle, he would still secretly recall the moment when dopamine and hormones were secreted crazily in his heart.

Just like a drug addict, he can never get rid of his addiction.

He suddenly felt how terrible he was.

Thinking of many people around him saying that they were born for war, he felt a chill instead.

"Maybe I'm happy because I've made so much money," Song Heping said, trying to cover it up. "Think about it, when we were buying goods in the Green Zone, we were always worried about how to attract business. We lived frugally but couldn't save a penny. How could we be happy?"

Lao Yao was also very tactful. He did not continue the previous topic. He laughed it off on the phone and chatted for a few sentences before hanging up.

Early the next morning, Afanti called.

"Are you sure the information you gave me yesterday is okay?"

His tone was solemn, and Song Heping smelled something unusual.

"Is there a problem?"

Suspicions arose in Song Heping's mind.

That was the intelligence provided by the deputy commander of the US forces in Iraq.

How could there be a problem?

The American intelligence agency is known as the most powerful intelligence agency in the world.

"According to the intelligence I've obtained, Adrian seems to have some connection to the CIA," Avanti said. "If he's one of the targets you're trying to kill this time, and he's the first one on the list, that's a bit strange."

“CIA?”

Song Heping felt his head hurt again.

He doesn't like to have anything to do with people in this department.

It reminded him of those sons of bitches Thomas and Simon.

"Avanti, is your information accurate?"

"Are you questioning my intelligence network?" Afanti said, "We're old rivals. If you're saying my intelligence on other countries isn't accurate, that's fine. But we treat all intelligence about the CIA with extreme caution."

"We need to meet."

Song Heping felt that it was not appropriate to talk for a long time on the phone.

He had to go to Persia in person, firstly to verify the intelligence, and secondly to actually visit the Sarhad Plateau and see what the situation there was like.

According to the agreement with Peter, he still has five days. After five days, he will fly to Afghanistan, where he will meet Han Fei, and then spend seven days to conduct a thorough identity simulation of Han Fei.

Once all this is completed, he and a member of the US Special Forces will enter the Golden Crescent and join the Revolutionary Brigade and Adrian to complete the transaction.

"Okay, come to the usual place tonight, and I'll send a plane to pick you up."

"no problem."

The two agreed on a time to meet.

After hurriedly finishing his breakfast, Song Heping called Peter and told him that he was going to the oil field to inspect the business. He would be gone for a few days and would be back on time in five days.

Peter did not object, but reminded Song Heping that once this transaction started, it would not stop, so there was no need to delay.

After ending the call, Song Heping found the cook.

"I want to go out."

"Where?"

"Over there in the oil fields."

"Let's go together." The cook obviously guessed that Song Heping was not just going to the oil field to inspect the business. He and Afan exchanged intelligence last night, and he probably made some new discoveries.

Now the business of the two oil fields has become a "magic door" for Song Heping. When he needs to go to Persia, he will say that he is going to the oil field. After arriving at the oil field, he will disappear at night. The next day, the cook will cover up and claim that Song Heping has left the oil field to do business somewhere else.

In this way, the local mercenaries in the oil field would think that Song Heping was in Bakda or other cities, and the people in the Bakda Green Zone would think that Song Heping was inspecting business in the oil field.

It’s not that Song Heping is too cautious, but the relationship with the Persians is very sensitive after all. Once the Americans find out, people like Thomas and Simon who regard him as a thorn in their side may make a big fuss about it.

Especially the previous batch of gold, it is a serious matter. Once the news leaks out, the entire "Musician" defense will be in disaster.

Oilfield defense is currently the most stable source of income for the "Musician" team, and no other business can compare.

A big business like gold depends not only on strength but also on luck. This may be the only chance you have in your lifetime.

The company's biggest need right now is to expand its staff and add a fleet of vehicles.

According to the piece of transportation business that Peter got, "Musician" Defense must set up a professional transportation company with at least 100 trucks, and these trucks will also need special escort personnel for each transportation. It is estimated that the staff gap is between 300-500 people.

Based on this scale, if Musician Defense successfully wins the US military's transportation support contract, it means that the company has completely taken root and established a stable foothold in Irigaray.

From then on, I wouldn’t dare say that I could be compared with a century-old strategic resource company like AAFES, but at least I could be among the top ten defense companies in the Bakda Green Zone.

What a small company needs to grow into a big company is often opportunities.

Small companies will enter a bottleneck period within a certain period of time. If there is no opportunity for the company to take off, no matter how hard the company boss works, the company will not be able to make a qualitative leap.

This reminded Song Heping of what the fortune teller from the same village had said to him.

As an atheist who was born in New China and grew up under the red flag, he should not have believed in these feudal superstitions. However, it must be said that since the attack on his delivery and the involvement in the PMC industry, Song Heping's luck has been like a flood that cannot be stopped.

Maybe……

I am really suitable for this line of work.

Other people's five elements are missing gold, wood, water, fire and earth, while Song Heping's life is simply missing the five elements of killing.

The more dangerous, the more opportunities.

Just like this mission, no matter how dangerous it is, no matter how many conspiracies are behind it, he will accept it.

If he doesn't accept it, the "musician" may just be content with a small fortune in his life and won't achieve anything great.

The water supply station was a test, and this time it was a token of surrender.

Eat porridge and rice, just watch this time.

At ten o'clock that night, an off-road vehicle arrived at the old place in the desert north of Irigo, drove into the back of the mound and hid.

Song Heping got out of the car, pulled off the camouflage cloth, walked to an open area, and looked up at the sky in the north.

In less than ten minutes, the sound of Bell helicopter propellers could be heard in the distance.

The Persians' Bell helicopters are older than their own, yet they still dare to continue using them. No one knows how they got the spare parts over the years.

Every time he got on a Bell helicopter, Song Heping was worried that it would suddenly disintegrate in the sky and fall from a height of hundreds of meters.

　Asking for a monthly ticket!

　　
　
(End of this chapter)