Mercenary I am the king

Chapter 301 I love dates!

What fell in front of everyone was a pile of debris.

Underwear, coat, toiletries...

There was also a stack of banknotes, US dollars.

It looks like it's worth ten thousand dollars.

The major's eyes lit up slightly.

Not many items were found in Song Heping's pockets, and there were no illegal items.

Mobile phone, cash...

About $2000.

After the major and others took Song Heping away, they took the ten thousand dollars in their hands with lightning speed and hid it in their pockets.

Then he said to the others, "Put them all away and keep them safe. These are all evidence!"

A soldier next to him came up and collected all of Song Heping's belongings and put them into a bag.

The crowd escorted Song Heping to the dock in a mighty procession.

The workers present were terrified when they saw a large number of soldiers surrounding the dock.

However, Edmund, who was standing by the side of the ship, was as steady as an old dog, looking at the officers and soldiers of the army with a calm face.

Edmund hurriedly got off the boat and ran to the major. He asked in surprise, "Excuse me, what happened? This is our cargo owner. Is there any problem?"

The major looked businesslike and glared at Edmund fiercely: "Are you the captain?"

Edmund nodded repeatedly: "Yes, I am the captain."

The major waved his hand, and several soldiers tied up Edmund as well.

"I protest! I'm British! Why are you arresting me? I want to see embassy officials!"

"Why? You don't know?"

The major's sneer was like Antarctic ice.

Edmund continued to cry out, "I don't know why you arrested me! What's your name?! I'm going to file a complaint against you!"

The major still sneered: "Complain about me? Take care of your own life first!"

"I protest! I protest! I want to see an official from the British Legation!"

Edmund struggled desperately, but was pinned to the ground by several soldiers, his head and face covered in dust.

far away.

The DGSE agents smiled upon seeing this.

They are not here like in West Africa, where the French can control all government departments and even the army.

Although the West African countries have become independent, the centuries-long colonization has allowed the French to cultivate a number of forces and puppets in these countries.

It is different in Eritrea.

This is Lao Ying's territory.

They acted with caution.

That's why Bal decided to send intelligence to the Eritrean military through some special channels, which was like killing someone with a borrowed knife.

No matter how incompetent the Eritrean government is, it will not allow its ports to become a hub for arms smuggling.

We will certainly not allow arms to be smuggled into the Sahel region and cause casualties to the French army.

The consequences of this are quite serious.

So, when they received this information, they immediately sent a large number of troops to the port of Assab to capture Song Heping.

Bal was satisfied to see Song Heping arrested.

The operation was perfect.

It not only saved the British people's face, but also achieved the goal.

As for the seizure of Song Heping and the SA-9 missile launch systems, they can be taken back later through negotiations with the Eritrean government.

If so, it would be a great achievement.

"SIR, can we pack up now?!"

The agent who followed Bal's operation was very satisfied. In his opinion, Song Heping was caught red-handed and was doomed to die.

Arms smuggling is a serious crime in Eritrea.

The maximum penalty can be death penalty.

"Let's wait a little longer. After they inspect the container, we can leave."

After all, Bal is an experienced old agent. He is the station chief after all, and he is not as impatient as his subordinates.

Everyone had no choice but to return to the surveillance equipment and wait for the show to begin.

However, they were all wrong.

At the request of the Eritrean military, the terminal immediately mobilized its largest unloading force, from the port office to dock workers, from cranes to support personnel, all of whom were in place within just half an hour.

Song Heping had his hands and feet tied, and sat on the ground with Edmund, watching everyone busying around to lower the containers from the freighter.

Edmund looked at Song Heping, and Song Heping gave him a look, and a barely perceptible smile appeared on the corners of their mouths.

Song Heping's three containers were placed on the top of the freighter.

The containers placed at the top and on the outermost edge are not valuable things.

The reason is simple, good things must be stored at low temperature and in a cool place.

Only the worthless ones are thrown outside.

Three six-meter-long containers were slowly lowered and landed steadily with the crane driver's skillful techniques and the major's repeated shouts of "Be careful".

The major walked up to Song Heping, pointed at his nose, and said in a demonstrative manner: "Remember, my name is Dobbin!"

Song Heping smiled bitterly and nodded repeatedly: "Major Dobbin, right?! Okay, I'll remember it."

The major led his men to the three containers and waved his hand, his whole demeanor unrestrained. Soldiers came up and cut the seals, and several soldiers, one on each side, opened the container doors...

Logically, the original script should have been that there were several SA-9 launch systems in the box.

Everyone present was looking forward to it.

After all, few people have seen this kind of missile launch system.

However, when several soldiers opened the door of the container, bags of dates poured out and landed all over the ground.

Everyone present was dumbfounded.

Major Dobbin was stunned.

He couldn't believe what he saw.

Dates! ?
FUCK!

Is it consistent with what Song Heping said just now? !

Really dates!?

However, the order he received came from high-level government officials.

The order directly stated that three containers arrived at the port early this morning transported by the "Mantianxing" cargo ship.

Moreover, the three containers contained three SA-9 missile launch systems!

Dates! ?
Major Dobbin felt himself getting dizzy.

"Open the other two boxes! Quick!"

He began to sweat coldly and subconsciously yelled at his subordinates.

At this moment, Edmund seized the opportunity to taunt him, "Major Dobbin, are you mistaken? We are a legally operating company. Why are you treating us like this? I want to see an official from the British Embassy!"

Edmund began to perform like an actor appearing on the stage after the curtain was drawn. He was full of dissatisfaction, unwillingness, and a feeling that his life and personality were insulted. He opened his mouth to meet the embassy staff and kept silent to meet the ambassador, and he made a fuss as much as he could.

"Shut up! There are two more boxes!"

Dobbin had no way out at this point.

He could only pin his hopes on the two containers behind.

In fact, Dobbin had already had a premonition at this time.

An intuition that vaguely rose from the bottom of my heart told me that the intelligence this time might be wrong.

The doors of the other two containers were opened, and like the first container, they were filled with dates.

Dates are a very common food in North Africa and the Arab world. They are available almost everywhere. They are high in calories and sweetness, and most people are not used to eating them.

It is perfectly normal to transport dates to Africa.

Looking at the palms full of dates, Dobbin was stunned for a long time like a piece of wood.

At the end, he still refused to give up and yelled at his men, "What are you still standing there for?! Go in and check to see if it's been taken apart!"

Broken up.

Dobbin's struggles were unfounded.

An SA-9 launch system, even when disassembled, can fill a six-meter container.

Now that the date palm is tilted out by one third, it is obvious to the naked eye that there is no way any missile launch system can be hidden inside.

Song Heping sat on the ground, watching Dobin struggle with an expression of watching a show.

Another half hour passed.

Dobbin finally gave up hope and turned pale.

Because there really weren't any weapons in the three containers.

Not a single bullet was visible.

All dates!

Dates!

Dates!

Or dates!

The DGSE agents in the distance were also dumbfounded.

Barr's face turned pale.

"how so?!"

He turned and looked at another subordinate beside him.

"The intelligence is wrong!?!"

"impossible!"

The subordinate also responded in disbelief: "Our intelligence has been verified through layers of verification, there is no way it can be wrong."

“Then why are the containers filled with dates?!”

Barr felt he had been tricked.

He suddenly realized that this matter was not simple.

After a brief thought, Bal came to the conclusion that Song Heping did not look like a trader, and he had investigated his background and found that this man was a member of the newly emerging mercenary force in Irigo.

How could such a person be in the date palm business when he holds a contract with the US military?!
This is nonsense!

"The intelligence is true..."

Barr finally realized the root of the problem.

"We were fooled by this guy called Song Heping! Damn it!"

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(End of this chapter)