Mercenary I am the king

Chapter 214 Simulated Behavior
Five hours later, Song Heping finally closed the file in front of him. He rubbed his sore and swollen eyes and glanced at Mist, who was sleeping soundly with his back to the sky in the chair beside him.

His information was over thirty pages long, while Mist's was only six thin pages.

This is because the role of Han Feizhao, pretended by Song Heping, is very important to the operation. The ISA intelligence personnel are eager to dig up all the trivial things such as how old he was when he stopped wetting the bed and whether his first love preferred girls with oval faces or round faces.

They tried their best to ensure that Song Heping could safely replace Han Fei's character. Tom, who was responsible for cooking tonight, did not participate in the operation. He stayed and watched Song Heping and Mist like a teacher supervising a student who was detained after class.

Song Heping, who had been away from school for many years, was annoyed with Tom, but the only benefit he had here was that he could get coffee to refresh himself anytime and anywhere.

Tom was doing nothing in the room, but he would suddenly come over, hold Song Heping's file with one hand, and then ask him a question from the file to see if Song Heping could answer it fluently.

After all, the revolutionary brigade has been entrenched in Venus Moon for many years. Their survival means that their leader is definitely not a reckless and stupid person. In their line of work, being careful and cautious is the key to longevity.

Finally, after five hours of repeated reading and practice, Song Heping finally passed the "test".

"I'll take you to meet Han Fei this afternoon, and you can have a chat." Tom said, "That way it will be easier for you to imitate his tone and movements."

What Tom was talking about was actually a kind of "substitution simulation" that an agent undergoes before entering a mission. Although Song Heping had not received this kind of professional training, he had heard about it from others.

Spies and agents will be given a false identity when performing lurking or undercover missions, and the spy must completely immerse himself in the false identity to ensure that no flaws are revealed.

In order to integrate into different environments during the Cold War, American and Soviet spies even had to spend a month acclimatizing in a specific environment simulating the enemy's living environment, so that they could completely become "Americans" or "Soviet people."

"You remember everything?"

Tom saw Song Heping close the file book and sit opposite him again with coffee in hand.

Song Heping nodded tiredly: "Yes, I remember it all."

"Then let me test you." Tom glanced at the thick file and said, "You have two dogs in your mansion over in Gilstein. What are their breeds and names?"

"They are German Shepherds. One is called Red Wolf and the other is called Black Wolf."

"When did you settle in Gilstein?"

"8 years ago."

"Are you religious?"

"I believe."

"What sect?"

"Sonny."

"What is your favorite quote from the Bible?"

“Man who is in dignity but does not realize it is like the beasts that perish.

……

"Yes, Not Bad."

After asking for more than ten minutes, Tom finally believed Song Heping's words with satisfaction.

"Wake up your friend and go back with him to rest. You have nothing to do here today. Make the most of your time to sleep. I will wake you up in a few hours and take you to see Han Fei."

Song Heping reached out and woke up Mist who was standing beside him.

The latter woke up, wiped the corner of his mouth, looked around suddenly, and then asked Song Heping: "What's wrong?"

"Go back to the tent and sleep."

After Song Heping finished speaking, he picked up the coffee on the table and drank it all, then stood up and walked out of the room.

It was already 1 a.m. in the middle of the night. Song Heping looked up and saw a sky full of stars.

I have to say, perhaps because of the plateau, the starry sky here is particularly pure. Many stars that cannot be seen in Yiligo seem to be close at hand and within reach here.

Suddenly, a dark shadow appeared in the starlight, followed by two, then three, four...

The dull sound of helicopter propellers breaking through the air came to my ears.

The steel monster that suddenly broke into the night scene made the originally peaceful picture feel weird and inconsistent.

The fresh air seemed to no longer be fresh, and the faint smell of gunpowder wafted in the air.

Mist had walked up to Song Heping at some point and stood there watching. After a while, he said, "I think the action team is back. They have Apaches and Black Hawks. I wonder if they were successful?"

The helicopter quickly landed in the military camp. Not long after, the area outside the ISA independent camp became bustling. Several Humvees drove up and the doors opened. The first person to get out was the female commander Nikki, who was wearing combat uniform and carrying an MK18 assault rifle. She stood in front of the door and looked at the other cars.

The door of the car behind opened, and seven or eight local people in civilian clothes got out, young and old, men and women.

"Take them to the open space in the camp, quickly, don't delay here too long! Set up security around the area, and don't let those itchy asshole guys take pictures here with their phones! If I find out, I'll send him to court-martial!"

Nikki's voice is as solid as her figure.

You can't say the sound is unpleasant.

But the voice came from a woman, which made it feel a bit awkward, like putting Wang Zuxian's head on Schwarzenegger's body, which was very inconsistent.

The soldiers, armed to the teeth, escorted a group of civilians through the gate into the ISA camp. When they passed in front of Song Heping, he took a few more glances at these people.

The leader was an old man with a long snow-white beard and a white robe, dressed like a typical local. He was holding a one-year-old girl in his arms. The girl was ignorant of the world and was biting her fingers, looking around with curiosity.

It seems that Uncle Rabbani's entire family is here. The operation was obviously very successful. Looking at the appearance of these ISA operatives, no one seems to be injured, which means that everything went very smoothly.

When the child passed by Song Heping, she suddenly grinned at him from biting her fingers.

Song Heping's heart was suddenly shocked, and he had an indescribable feeling.

Everyone was gathered in the open space in the camp, and soon an ISA officer came with a professional camera. After a simple arrangement, the whole family took a family photo just like going to a photo studio. The only thing missing was the ISA officer shouting "Eggplant, smile."

After a few clicks of the shutter and flash, the officer taking the photo made an "OK" gesture to Nikki.

Gini issued an order to the guards on both sides: "Take them all to Room 7 and put them under centralized custody. We will monitor them 24 hours a day. Before entering, they must undergo a strict body search. No contraband can be brought in. Do you understand?"

"Yes!"

The squad leader who had received the order was about to carry it out when he heard Nicky call him again: "By the way, give them food and water. Ask the military doctor to come over and see if there is anything they can help with. And get the child something she can eat."

"Yes!"

After hearing Nicky's order, Song Heping felt a little better.

After all, although he is a murderer, the fact that he kidnapped an entire family and locked them up is a bit disgusting no matter how you look at it.

But he also knew that this whole family was definitely safe.

They are just a bargaining chip to force Rabbani to defect.

"Let's go."

Song Heping was not interested in watching any further, so he asked Mist to go back to sleep together.

"We have nothing to do here."

The two returned to the tent and fell asleep.

I slept until noon the next day. Not long after I woke up and was washing up, Tom came.

"Song, hurry up, wash up and have some lunch, we are going to meet Han Fei."

Less than half an hour later, Song Heping met Han Fei in one of the wooden houses.

Han Fei looked relatively clean, but Song Heping knew at first sight that this guy had been tortured badly.

There was no trace of blood on his face, just like a Western vampire.

The detention center was an iron cage in the wooden house, smaller than the one in the open space outside, only about five square meters. A blanket lay on the floor, and a bucket sat in the corner. The stench of excrement wafted through the air. The most eye-catching thing was a huge light perched on top of the cage, nestled under the beams. It was clearly a high-powered spotlight.

No need to ask, you know what it is used for.

When Tom and Song Heping came in, Han Fei was curled up on the tattered blanket in the corner. The guard went over and kicked the iron cage, waking him up.

Seeing someone coming, he was so scared that he subconsciously shrank to the side of the cage like a mouse, shaking all over as if he had seen a cat.

This is a completely physiological reaction. Song Heping knows it very well. Judging from the time, Han Fei has been captured by the US intelligence agency for a month, and he has probably stayed here for this month.

As for what technical means the Americans used to prevent the news of his arrest from leaking out, Song Heping was not sure.

He only knew that Han Fei had suffered a lot here.

Intelligence agencies are different from general judicial departments. They do not have strict boundaries in many things and can take all means outside the law to get everything they want.

Han Fei was quickly taken out of the cage by the guards like a chicken and pressed into a chair.

Song Heping and Tom sat down opposite him. Tom said, Song, you can ask him any questions, just like chatting with an old friend, or you are a reporter interviewing the person you want to interview.

His meaning was clear.

He came here to see the fake target's demeanor, tone and subtle movements. Since he was going to replace the target, it was better to be completely realistic.

When he saw Song Heping, a glimmer of fire ignited in Han Fei's desperate eyes.

"Chinese?"

Song Heping nodded: "Yeah."

Han Fei rubbed his nose: "Are you one of them?"

Song Heping said, "I guess so."

"Can you help me? We are from the same hometown."

"Fellow countryman? I've read your profile. You're involved in drug dealing in Central Asia, and a lot of it is sold to us through the Wakhan Corridor. You're lucky to have fallen into the hands of the Americans. If you try this in China, you'll be out of luck."

Song Heping didn't have any good feelings towards this person, so he didn't feel any sympathy at all.

Han Fei looked like he was about to cry, and begged, "I'm wrong, I'm not a human, but I beg you, can you help me?"

"So helpful?"

"I've told you everything, I've confessed everything. Can you show some leniency?" Han Fei's eyes darted around. "Even... don't they have a tainted witness who can be pardoned? Can you help me get some?"

Song Heping burst out laughing, wondering how this guy could be so childish even though he has been in the underworld for so many years.

"Do you think this is a police station? Buddy, this is the US military's intelligence agency. Do you understand what an intelligence agency is? There are no laws here. This is another world. There are no suspects' rights, and there are no tainted witnesses. Whether you speak up or not depends entirely on how long you can endure and whether it's worth it for you to hold back. As for the rest, I think you're overthinking it..."

"What can I do... They are not human..."

Han Fei fell into despair again.

Song Heping stared at the other person calmly, and judged from the tone of his voice where his ancestral home was, which local dialect he used more often when speaking, and which words he used more often in his spoken language.

"Don't get excited." Song Heping felt that he still had to calm the guy in front of him, otherwise he wouldn't be able to have a long conversation. So he comforted him, "People like you say everything, which is of no value to the US military. As long as the operation is over, they probably won't kill you. But they will throw you to Guantanamo or hand you over directly to their DEA. Don't be afraid. Drug crimes in the US don't have the death penalty yet. At most, you will be imprisoned for ten or eight years. Just be happy!"

After hearing what Song Heping said, Han Fei stopped sobbing immediately.

"Really?"

"Why did I lie to you?"

"Thank you so much, brother!"

As Han Fei spoke, he was about to reach out and grab Song Heping's hand to express his gratitude.

Seeing this, the guard on the side stepped forward and hit him on the back with a stick.

The guy screamed and rolled off the chair to the ground, screaming even more miserably than a pig on the chopping board.

Song Heping thought that this guy might not be really stupid, but the emotions and atmosphere after coming here, as well as the torture he suffered, made his brain unable to think normally, so he seemed so stupid.

Since both parties were speaking Chinese, Tom, who was standing by, had to remind them: "Why don't you use English?"

Song Heping smiled and said to Tom in English, "Because his mother tongue is Chinese."

Tom suddenly felt a little embarrassed. It was he who asked Song Heping to imitate more carefully, so there was no problem in speaking in Chinese.

After entering the Venus Moon area, Rabbani, who can speak English, was responsible for translation, so Song Heping did not need to understand the local language.

"Let's use English."

It would be better for Tom to take control of the conversation himself.

"Okay, then use English. You have the final say."

Song Heping probably also saw clearly Han Fei's general personality and the tone and emphasis of his speech.

In fact, this imitation was not difficult because no one knew him except Adrian and the contact person Rabbani.

Azar and Hula from the Revolutionary Brigade only knew that Han Fei was of Chinese descent, and had never seen a photo of him, so it would not be difficult for them to impersonate him.

The most important thing is the connection of details in the action.

Once entering the Golden Crescent area, any wrong step could lead to the failure of the operation.

ISA's support and evacuation plan is one thing, but these guys cannot be completely relied upon and trusted. There is another plan between him and Afanti. In order to successfully complete the mission, Song Heping even developed a plan for himself and Mist.

As for success or not, it ultimately depends on luck.

ISA has already captured Rabbani's uncle's family, and their subversion operation is expected to yield results within two or three days.

Success or failure directly determines whether the action can continue.

As long as Nikki notifies himself to set off, it means that they have succeeded in the rebellion.

On the fourth day in the camp, Nicky sent someone to call Song Heping and Mist, saying that there was something important.

"Looks like we're about to set off."

As soon as the soldiers left, Song Heping said to Mist, "Get your stuff ready. We're going to risk our lives."

"Song, I have good news and bad news. Which one do you want to hear?"

“Listen to the good first, then the bad.”

"I made a bet with Nicky last night."

"What bet?"

"The bad news is, I made a bet with her that I could complete the mission and come back alive. As long as I did, she would do something for me, and she agreed very readily. Seeing how willing she was, I felt that the danger we were facing this time would be very great. I guess she also felt that we wouldn't be able to come back."

"Fuck, you can even bet on this? What about the good news?"

"The good news is, she agreed."

"Fuck! That's it?"

"Of course that's it, what else? She agreed!"

"..."

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

　　
　
(End of this chapter)