Mercenary I am the king

Chapter 291 Military Endorsement
Simon never expected that the operation he had carefully planned for several days would end up like this.

When he finally opened the door of the interrogation room, the person standing outside was indeed one of his men.

"SIR, General Peter is here. He's in your office and wants to see you specifically..."

"Peter?!"

Simon suddenly felt that something was wrong.

Is it...

"Didn't you say I was interrogating a prisoner?"

Simon was very reluctant to see Peter.

That guy is the deputy commander of the US military in Iraq. Although they are not under the same system, he is a higher-ranking official after all, there is no doubt about that.

"I've already said that. He asked if you were interrogating Song Heping." The agent said, "And then he said that he came here just for this matter."

"Are you here for Song Heping?"

Simon was already 80% certain that this matter was related to the military.

A bad thought flashed through my mind.

"SHIT!"

He cursed, then turned helplessly to the two GRS members behind him and said, "Keep an eye on him, tie him up with the restraints, and don't let him get away. This guy is not easy to deal with!"

Simon came to the door of his office angrily, stopped and took a deep breath, calmed his somewhat confused mood, forced a stiff smile on his face, and then pushed the door open and walked in.

"Stationmaster, I hope coming here so late doesn't disturb your work?"

Peter waved at him from his chair as a greeting, but he made no move to stand up.

Peter's remaining trace of friendliness immediately vanished. He returned to his desk coldly, sat down, and asked, "What brings you here today, General?"

"I heard you had an operation tonight and arrested the boss of a PMC company named Song Heping, is that correct?"

Peter got straight to the point without any further ado.

"It seems that we have no obligation to report to you about the affairs of our intelligence department, right, General?"

I am really afraid of what will happen.

Simon had already guessed what Peter was coming for.

Because before leaving the interrogation room, Song Heping had already given him a shot of prevention.

But this situation is unacceptable to Simon.

It seems against the rules for the military to interfere in the affairs of the intelligence community.

"If the person you arrested is Song Heping, then we have something to do with him," Peter said bluntly. "You must release him immediately and ensure that he does not suffer any harm. You must also remove the surveillance on him in the coming days."

"Including the arms business?"

Simon's anger was already brewing. Although Peter was a general, he found it unacceptable for him to speak to him in an imperative tone.

He pretended to be calm but gave a veiled warning, implying that Peter's private arms trafficking was not a good thing and he should stay away from it.

"Including the arms business."

Unexpectedly, Peter didn't care at all and directly mentioned the arms business.

Peter's directness calmed Simon down.

He seemed to realize that things were not simple.

Peter is certainly not a brainless idiot.

He knows the stakes.

Even people in the military avoid this kind of arms smuggling, so it is completely unreasonable for them to take the initiative to move forward.

Is it true that there is a complicated story behind this as Song Heping said?
He asked Peter cautiously, "General, could this arms deal be related to your military's covert operations?"

Facing Simon's probing, Peter retorted bluntly, "It's best to put away your curiosity when it's not your place to ask. Didn't your trainer teach you this principle when you were training at the CIA?"

Simon's anger flared up again: "General, the CIA is the CIA, and your military is the military. You have no right to ask me to release him. I have solid evidence that Song Heping is trafficking arms. This evidence is enough to put him in Guantanamo Bay for a thorough investigation!"

As soon as he finished speaking, his cell phone rang.

Simon took a glance and his heart began to beat fast.

It was indeed Deputy Director Jamie Cook who called, and this deputy director happened to be the second-in-command of the Operations Department.

"Answer it." Peter on the other side raised his finger and pointed at Simon's phone: "It's for you."

Simon picked up the phone, stood up, walked aside, and pressed the call button.

"SIR, I'm Simon."

“Simon, did you detain an arms dealer named Song Heping tonight?”

"Yes, in the interrogation room now."

To let his superiors know what had happened, he quickly added, "He colluded with the Provisional Government's Materials Department to resell three SA-9 air defense missile launch systems. These are extremely dangerous. If they fall into the hands of terrorist organizations, they will not only pose a security threat to military aircraft, but also to civilians..."

"Let him go."

Before Simon could finish his addition, Deputy Director Cook seemed impatient.

"Let him go immediately, and don't get involved in this matter anymore."

Simon wanted to argue: "SIR, could it be..."

However, Deputy Director Cook seemed completely uninterested in his emotions and said in a businesslike tone, "No need to explain. I know everything you said. This matter has alarmed the Pentagon. I just received a call not only from the Pentagon but also from the President's National Security Advisor. Do you think this is something you can intervene in?"

At this moment, Simon felt his scalp numb.

Deputy Director Cook didn't say anything else and hung up the phone.

Hearing the busy tone on his phone, Simon stood by the window for a long time before he came to his senses.

He sat back down in his chair. Peter, who was sitting opposite him, had already revealed a contemptuous smile. "Okay, Stationmaster Simon, can you let your men release the man now?"

Simon's face turned pale. After sitting for a moment, he picked up the phone and dialed the number: "Thomas, release Song Heping immediately..."

"Including releasing everyone we caught tonight," Peter reminded him.

Simon glanced at Peter with a gloomy look, but still gave the order: "Including everyone captured in this operation..."

Peter smiled and stood up, and Simon hung up the phone.

Peter held out his hand, and Simon shook it expressionlessly.

"I wish you a good dream tonight."

Peter left a word that seemed like a blessing but was actually a mockery, then turned and left.

Ten minutes later, Song Heping walked out of the CIA office building in the Green Zone.

Downstairs, he took out the remote control and pressed a button to determine the location of his bulletproof Lincoln in the parking lot.

An SUV in front of the building honked its horn.

The rear window rolled down and Song Heping saw Peter.

"General."

He hurried over to say hello.

Peter turned his head and looked at Song Heping while sitting in the car. He looked him up and down, then asked, "Did they torture you?"

"No." Song Heping said, "Because they know torture won't work on me. Last time they kept me drunk all night, but they couldn't do anything to me."

Peter smiled with satisfaction: "Well, the matter is resolved, you can continue with your work. You played a little trick on this matter tonight."

"Smart?" Song Heping was slightly stunned.

Peter said, "You knew everything beforehand, didn't you?"

Song Heping thought to himself, Peter is indeed an old fox, he has finally seen through it.

He didn't hide anything and answered sincerely, "I discovered someone was following me five days ago, and I started to suspect it was the CIA three days ago. But until they took action tonight, I wasn't 100% sure it was the CIA."

Peter said, "You could have told me earlier, but you chose to make a big deal about it tonight, just to let everyone know that you were working for us."

Song Heping smiled and said, "In fact, I am working for you, General."

Peter raised his hand and pointed at Song Heping in the air: "There is no agreement between us. Remember, no matter what you say outside, we will not recognize it."

Song Heping has achieved his goal tonight. Whether the military admits it or not, the three launch systems are already in our hands. I don't believe you dare not rescue the people.

If the rescue is not done, the project will fail. If it fails, no one in Bakda will dare to buy this kind of equipment, let alone trust the military.

This is a community of interests.

I just want to drag the military into this. It doesn't matter whether there is a written commitment or not. What I want is for you, Major General Peter, to come and ask the CIA to release the people.

Song Heping said, "I understand. This matter has nothing to do with you."

"I go first."

Peter said nothing more, the window rolled up, and the car slid into the darkness and quickly disappeared in the distance.

"Brother, you're out too?!"

Yusuf's voice suddenly came from behind.

Song Heping turned around and saw the chubby Yusuf coming out with sweat all over his head. As soon as he saw Song Heping, he started to blow.

"I told them to let you go too!" I said before I came out.

"What let me go?!"

Song Heping was confused.

Yusuf said: "Before they arrested me, I sent a message to my friends, and they started to mobilize their connections and asked important figures in the interim government to put pressure on us. It seems to have worked, otherwise why would they release me?"

"what……"

Song Heping burst out laughing.

But he didn't refute it.

Some things don't need to be refuted at all.

"You are still awesome."

Song Heping praised Yusuf and said, "Come on, I'll take you back first."

"it is good."

The two walked towards the parking lot while chatting.

"Song, after sending me off, will you still go to Umu Harbor?"

"Go, why not? The ship will be loaded tomorrow night, and my missiles must be delivered to the port today..."

"You better be careful! It seems like those CIA guys are targeting us. Now I don't dare to do anything..."

"What are you afraid of? You've already found a big shot to represent you. Doesn't that mean they're endorsing you? From now on, just sell it to me openly. Wouldn't the CIA have to avoid you? How dare they offend you? You're a big shot now..."

"Now that you mention it... Haha, it's true. What are you afraid of... But..."

"But what?"

"But I always feel like something is wrong..."

"Nothing's wrong, Yusuf. I'll be relying on you from now on."

"Why are we brothers talking about this? We can make money together!"

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