Mercenary I am the king

Chapter 312 Dr. Li’s Scientific Research Equipment

Chapter 312 Dr. Li’s Scientific Research Equipment
For Song Heping, the intelligence about the three SA-9s being resold to the Sahel region was not that important to him.

The cooperation between them and the US military is just a transactional one. What the US military wants to do in the Sahel is probably known to many intelligence agencies, including the French.

Therefore, he used it to exchange for JK's true identity to obtain solid evidence to deal with Simon in the future. This matter involved his own life and property.

As the boss of PMC, Song Heping did not want to go against the CIA.

But now Simon, the chief of the CIA station in Irigo, is like a mad dog chasing after him and biting him wildly. If he doesn't find a way to deal with him, he never knows when he will fall into his hands and lose his life.

Seven days later, the Tulip cruise ship docked at a port near Casablanca.

Song Heping got off the boat leisurely, passed through the customs channel and left the dock. He stood on the side of the road and looked around. He found that a middle-aged man in a white robe holding his name tag was also nearby and looking at him.

Seeing Song Heping looking at him, the middle-aged man in the white robe hurried over and asked very politely, "Dr. Li Zunni?"

"Yeah. Are you Sanji?"

"Yes, yes, I am Sangji, your local guide for this scientific expedition."

Sangji nodded repeatedly.

The reason why he was so polite was that Song Heping gave him too much.

Sanji runs a small travel agency in Morocco. Although it is called a travel agency, it actually consists of only two people: himself and his wife.

The male lead outside, the female lead inside.

Sangji originally worked as a small supervisor in a large travel company. Later, he went out on his own and opened a small homestay in Morocco. The first floor was used as the office of his small travel agency. His main job was to be responsible for the local reception of foreign tour groups, in other words, to be a tour guide.

About nine days ago, he received a big business deal. A company from the Cayman Islands contacted him and asked if he would be willing to host Dr. Li, a wildlife researcher from the United States, and several of his entourage. Their destination was to conduct a month-long scientific expedition to Ahaggar National Park in neighboring Algeria. They were supposedly studying the dry season migration routes of bison...

Anyway, the project name sounds very grand.

They also faxed the entire inspection route, which was more than ten pages long and looked very high-end.

What Sangji had to do was to send them to the southern part of Ahaggar National Park and handle all customs clearance and transportation matters for the scientific expedition team, because Dr. Li had three containers of precious instruments to be shipped there. As long as they were delivered to the destination, he could go back to Morocco to do his own thing, and then go to the southern part of the national park to pick up the scientific expedition team a month later.

These were not the reasons that impressed Sangji. What impressed him was the final remuneration of the trip, US$8000, which was his own net income as a tour guide. The rest of the travel expenses were borne by the scientific expedition team.

Americans are so generous!
You know, Sangji has never taken such a big order before.

For a travel agency like his that had only been established for a short time, $8000 exceeded his total revenue for a quarter.

The trip will only take less than five days, except for crossing the border between Morocco and Algeria.

so easy!

When he worked for a large international travel agency, Sangji also took similar orders, each for only $4000, to lead a group to Algeria's national park to see giraffes, bison and elephants.

So, without thinking twice, he called back and took the order.

Now that he sees the God of Wealth standing right in front of him, how can Sang Ji not be excited?
If he knew that the person standing in front of him was not an animal research expert, but a genuine mercenary leader and arms dealer, and that the containers contained no research equipment but three SA-9 air defense missile launch systems, I wonder if Sangji would have peed his pants on the spot.

"Where's your car?"

"Over there! Dr. Li, please follow me!"

Sangji put down the name tag and respectfully led his wealthy customer to the front of the SUV.

This Toyota LC76 off-road vehicle has excellent performance, and the back row has two rows of modified facing seats, which can easily accommodate eight people.

Song Heping didn't hesitate and got on the passenger seat.

Sang Ji asked: "Should we go back to the B&B and rest for a while?"

This time, not only did he earn the tour guide fee, but Sangji would also make money from the accommodation fee. Dr. Li said that there were four people in his group, and three assistants, so they needed at least two rooms.

Fertilizer does not flow into outsiders' fields.

In any case, you have to arrange to stay in your own homestay and you can also take care of the food.

Thinking of this, Sangji felt happy.

"No, let's go to the dock first. My friends are waiting for me. I'll pick them up and then go back to the hotel."

"no problem!"

Without saying a word, Sang Ji turned the car around and drove towards the dock.

On the way to the dock, Song Heping called Jiang Feng and told him to wait for him at the dock and arrive in half an hour.

Then he suddenly asked Sangji: "Do you know Chinese?"

"Chinese?" Sang Ji shook his head. "Dr. Li, why do you ask that?"

Song Heping said: "Among my assistants, one is Chinese and two are Arab. The Chinese one's English may not be very good. If you can speak Chinese, it will be easier to communicate."

Sang Ji said apologetically: "I really don't understand."

Song Heping smiled and said, "It's okay, then just communicate with me."

After saying that, he took out his phone and called Ferrari again, speaking in Chinese as soon as he spoke.

"How are the procedures at the port going?" he asked. "Everything's done," Ferrari said confidently. "Everything is being cleared for customs as scientific research equipment. We've taken care of all the internal and external relations, so no one's going to target us."

"Humph!" Song Heping sneered, "I was targeted before because the news leaked out. After I finish the deal here, I'll take care of the matter in North Africa."

"Have you found out who did it?" Ferrari asked.

"I found out." Song Heping said, "Buy plane tickets for Disaster Star and Hunter tomorrow and have them come to Casablanca and find a hotel to stay in. I'll contact them in a few days after I finish my business. Oh, and give them new phones. Send me the numbers. I think their old numbers are being monitored."

"Who the hell is so bold?!" Ferrari said angrily, "Is it Simon and the others?"

Song Heping said, "Who else would dare to go against the military except them... I will discuss some things with you after I return. We can't delay any longer."

"Hmm..." Ferrari realized that Song Heping must be looking for him to discuss something important, but it was inconvenient to say it on the phone: "Let's talk about it when you come back."

"Doctor, judging from your name, you are also Chinese, right?" Sang Ji couldn't help but ask curiously when he saw Song Heping speaking Chinese on the phone.

"Yes, Chinese-American." Song Heping switched back to English to talk to Sang Ji: "I was born in the United States."

"Oh! No wonder you speak English so well!" Sang Ji flattered, "You Chinese are really smart. Many scientists are Chinese."

Song Heping listened to Sang Ji's flattery and laughed secretly in his heart.

My English is pretty good, but I still have an accent, which is far from authentic. I'm trying to overcome this.

Sangji is simply trying to please himself.

The car soon arrived at the local freight terminal, where Song Heping saw Jiang Feng and two engineers, Mohammed and Haziz.

The few of them said hello and got in the car without saying much. After returning to Sangji's hotel, they checked into their rooms. After Song Heping was sure it was safe, he asked Jiang Feng, "Is there anything unusual along the way?"

"No, it went very smoothly!" Jiang Feng asked, "How about you?"

"Me!?" Song Heping smiled bitterly. "It was quite exciting. As soon as I got off the ship in Eritrea, I was surrounded by military personnel. The three containers of goods were all opened for inspection. That night, as soon as I contacted the Salafi people, I was chased by assassins. The contact person was killed, and I escaped on my own."

Jiang Feng's eyes widened: "You're right!"

Song Heping sighed: "In our business, the risk is high and the reward is high."

Jiang Feng said: "Fortunately, you, old squad leader, had foresight, otherwise we would have died without a burial place!"

In fact, ever since the pirate attack, Song Heping has started thinking and made the latest arrangements.

When the "Mantianxing" was unloading in Yemen, Song Heping replaced the three containers of SA-9 missile launch systems with three boxes of dates at the Yemeni dock, and arranged for Ferrari to use his means to send the three containers to Morocco in the name of a hidden company in the Cayman Islands. The smuggling group of the "Mantianxing" was still responsible for the transportation.

After all, professional matters should be left to professionals.

The bosses of the smuggling rings were only too happy to do so.

If something happened to the container originally destined for Eritrea, he would be in trouble. Now, by unloading the goods in Yemen and then shipping them to Morocco, he can make money twice. Why not?
In this way, three SA-9 missile launch systems were replaced with three boxes of dates, which made the Eritrean military and the French DGSE department suffer a setback. The real cargo was transported on another cargo ship through the Red Sea into the Mediterranean, and then through the Strait of Gibraltar to Morocco and directly to West Africa.

This actually shortens the land journey and avoids more risks along the way.

More importantly, he attracted the attention of the CIA and DGSE to himself, while the three real missile systems were secretly transported and arrived safely in Casablanca.

Song Heping had indeed mastered the Thirty-Six Stratagems.

"Mohammed."

Song Heping turned and looked at his engineer.

"Have you done what I asked you to do?"

"It's done, boss. Don't worry. We've made some minor modifications to the SA-9 system as you instructed."

Mohammed gave a very clear answer.

"Are you sure it's okay?"

"Absolutely no problem, Boss. You have to trust our skills."

"Okay, as long as this is done, I'll have Ferrari give you an extra bonus when we get back to Irigo."

Song Heping is never stingy in doing things.

Being a stingy person is not his style.

If you want the horse to run, you must feed it grass.