Mercenary I am the king

Chapter 252 Chris Chen

Istanbul, Old Town, National Street.

Chris Chen stretched in front of the computer, staring at the conversation with Ferrari in the private chat room on the dark web, his eyes always fixed on that name - Song Heping.

The chat between the two people has ended. Now, as long as the window of the private chat room is closed, the data will be erased.

After stretching, Chen moved the mouse and closed the window.

His eyes turned to the other laptop on the table.

Next to this computer is a huge hardware firewall, and it is also connected to a black box, which is Chen's encryption device.

Chen is very careful about everything.

After all, he has been in this business for many years and has long learned how to save his life. All his colleagues who were not careful have died.

This meeting was one of the few decisions he made in all these years.

The reason I say this is because of the information displayed on the laptop next to it.

He checked and found that there was something wrong with Song Heping's information.

Although it was found that the other party was a retired soldier, it also showed the places where he worked after his retirement, and even some of Song Heping's resume in Yiligo could be found.

What interested Chen the most was the record of Song Heping's service in the army. It was blank, and only showed that he had served in a breeding base for several years.

This piqued Chen's interest.

He is of Chinese descent.

The reason why he is called Chinese is because he has many nationalities.

That's right, he has passports from at least seven countries, from Africa to Europe to America, and they are real identities.

When to use which passport depends on his needs.

Originally, there was no need to meet with customers to do business.

Everything can be done through online negotiation and then bank transfer.

It's just different this time.

He felt that there was something about Song Heping that interested him.

He restarted his main computer and used the onion router to access the dark web again.

The previous IP and access path have been completely erased with this restart. Now his IP is no longer in Europe as previously displayed, but has come to America after N jumps.

He opened a hidden software and a login box popped up.

After entering your ID and password above, a dialog box pops up.

This is an encrypted chat room.

Afterwards, Chen picked up his phone and sent an encrypted message.

The message was just a jumble of numbers and English codes.

Of course, whoever receives the message will decrypt it.

Soon, the dialog box showed that a guy named "warhead" (Chinese: 弹头) had entered the chat room.

"What do you want from me?"

"Help me look up someone's information."

"Who is so important? He wants to kill you?"

"No, it's a customer."

"Customer? Why are you checking the customer's identity information? Is he a hostile person in our database?"

"No, I'm just curious. There's a record of him that's too vague, but I can't find it."

"What record?" The "bullet" opposite was very curious.

"Service record."

"Then send me his name and relevant information quickly, and I'll check it for you."

"Wait."

Chen on this side sent over Song Heping's basic information.

"Give me some time, I'll find you later."

After saying this, "Bullet" went offline.

Chris Chen got up and walked to the coffee machine, made himself a cup of coffee, then walked to the balcony, sat down in a chair, and looked at the busy old street outside.

Istanbul is a very unique place.

Located at the junction of Europe and Asia, the city is divided into two parts, one in Europe and the other in Asia. Due to this unique location, the culture and traditions here clearly retain the unique charm left by the fusion of Eastern and Western civilizations.

Because of its unique location, it is a paradise for spies.

Chen never considered himself a spy.

But in fact he was doing the work of a spy.

Intelligence and money laundering are his specialties.

He is familiar with the forces of the underground world, he knows about the organizations in the secret world, and his mind is filled with the secrets of many people.

So many people want him dead.

But there are also many people who are wary of him.

Because if anyone dares to harm him, he will use the "favors" he has at his disposal to make those who want to harm him disappear.

Ding--

A prompt sounded from the end of the room.

He quickly drank the rest of his coffee, hurried back to the room, and sat down at the desk again.

Sure enough, there were new replies in the chat room.

"This kid has quite a background."

"Bullet"'s reply was full of surprises.

"Is it from the A-class unit?"

A is the highest level of confidentiality.

"Well, sort of. His situation is quite special. He participated in the 203rd selection and placed in the top three, but something unexpected happened at home, and he strongly requested to be discharged from the army."

"Retire? Can the top three seedlings be released?"

"I don't know about that. My authority only allows me to check this far. You know that 203 is a sealed container. Unless it is absolutely necessary, I can apply for it."

"Never mind. I just want to know." Chris Chen stroked the stubble on his chin and typed, "I've already arranged to meet him. I'm going to get to know him in person."

"Okay, but don't make it too big. This guy may have just participated in the selection training, but the people who come out of there are not good men and women. If he thinks you are a threat, he will probably kill you."

"I understand." Although Chen felt a chill down his spine, he still said stubbornly, "I'm not a pushover either."

"Goodbye and take care."

"Goodbye."

The two ended their conversation, prompting "Bullet" to exit the chat room.

……

"Are you sure you want to go in person?"

While driving Song Heping to the airport, Ferrari couldn't help but remind his boss.

"I thought about it for a long time last night. I've never heard of someone like Chen meeting his own client. I'm worried that there might be some trap he's setting for the meeting."

"So far, the only people who want me dead are the CIA's Irigo branch." Song Heping asked in return, "Do you think Chen is a CIA agent?"

"Probably not..."

Ferrari said, "But I can't say for sure. After all, you know the relationships between intelligence brokers are very complicated, and the people they deal with are not necessarily good people. Moreover, this is very unusual. Intelligence brokers of Chen's level have been in the industry for a long time and have been involved in many incidents. The people who want to kill him can line up from the Green Zone to the airport. They will not show up in person unless there are special circumstances..."

"Maybe he's in some trouble." Song Heping jokingly said, "That's good too. I can repay him a favor."

After a pause, he continued, "What I'm most worried about now is entering the Chicken Country. Last time, we killed a team of 'Watchmen' there. I wonder if the Chicken Country has left any clues about us."

"I've been keeping an eye on this, so it should be fine," Ferrari said. "Even the CIA is confused and thinks it was the Persians who did it. No one suspects us."

"I have a question. I entered there, but there's no exit record." Song Heping took out the passport that Afanti had issued for him, looked at the stamps on it and said, "There's no exit stamp."

"That's a small matter," Ferrari consoled him. "It's not that strict over in Turkey. Just prepare a small tip. The customs officer might try to extort money from you if they see you're Chinese, but isn't this a good idea?"

Song Heping recalled the time when he was questioned because of his accent when entering the country, and thought that maybe it was really because he wanted a tip at that time.

Maybe if I had given him a tip at that time, the other party would not have called him into the office to search for him.

"Are you sure this will work?" He was still a little worried.

"Why not? I've encountered this more than once. Many countries have missing stamps when entering and leaving. It's not uncommon." Ferrari laughed. "If he starts whining, just give him two hundred dollars and say you're traveling here. See if he accepts it."

Hearing this, Song Heping smiled bitterly: "Sometimes I hate this kind of corruption, but sometimes I like it."

　Asking for a monthly ticket!

　　
　
(End of this chapter)