Mercenary I am the king

Chapter 313 New Contact
Everything went very smoothly.

We woke up early the next morning and after enjoying an authentic Moroccan breakfast prepared by Sanji's wife, we set off.

They first went to the dock to pick up three containers. Four trucks in excellent condition hired by the smuggling group also loaded the containers, and then drove non-stop towards Algeria.

The road from Casablanca east to the national park in southern Algeria is about 1,200 kilometers.

The journey in Morocco is very easy, as there are roads everywhere, but the scenery outside the car is visibly becoming more and more desolate. Two days later, when the convoy arrived at the Moroccan-Afghanistan border, the yellow bare mountains and desert could already be seen outside the car window.

When we first set out from Casablanca, we often saw people and cars on the roadside. Gradually, the cars and people seemed to disappear, and all that was left was sand, wind, and lonely camel grass.

The desert is a scary place.

No one likes it here.

Fortunately, Sangji is very familiar with this place.

In fact, Ferrari also conducted a background check before hiring him.

Sanji is very experienced, and most importantly, his travel agency is very small and inconspicuous and will not attract anyone's attention.

It was August, the hottest time of the year.

The convoy moved slowly through the vast Sahara Desert, surrounded by endless golden sand dunes that undulated like waves and extended to the horizon.

The sun was high in the sky, and the scorching sun baked the desert into a scorching heat. The air was filled with a dry and scorching atmosphere.

The surface of each car is covered with a layer of fine yellow sand, and the tires leave deep marks in the sand, like the footprints left by explorers in the desert.

They should not be inflated too full to prevent the high temperature from causing the gas in the tire to expand excessively and cause a blowout.

In order to lower the water temperature, the air conditioning in the cab had to be turned off and replaced with a fan hanging on the console. In order to allow air circulation to cool down the water, the windows could not be closed.

The wind blew in sand, and everyone could feel the powder-like dust on their clothes with a light touch.

Song Heping and the others wore sun-protective clothing and field scarves around their necks, covering their mouths and noses. They also wore sunglasses and hats to protect themselves from the scorching desert heat.

After driving about 100 kilometers, the team would stop to check the condition of the vehicle, check the tires and check if the radiator was stuck with sand, to ensure that everything was in the best condition and be ready to deal with any difficulties and challenges that might be encountered.

What reassured everyone the most was that there was a truck full of supplies at the rear of the convoy, including water, food, fuel, and first aid supplies, providing the necessary support for the convoy's long journey.

Supplies are extremely precious in the high temperature of the desert and are the key to the survival of the convoy.

(This photo was taken with my mobile phone when I entered the Sahara Desert in North Africa. Haha, usually walk along the edge of the desert. The local guide will know the way. Don't go into the hinterland, or you will die.)

Finally, the convoy arrived at the border at dusk the next day, near a place called Beda Spring under the Dera Plateau.

This border is rarely visited because there is a wider desert area beyond it, and you have to cross a large area of ​​desert to reach the national park.

Therefore, there were actually very few people in the scientific expedition team who entered from here, and Song Heping found an excuse to see if he could find animals like the Sahara fox in the desert, and by the way, do a survey and research and take some video footage of them.

In fact, the reason why Song Heping chose to enter Algeria from the direction of Beidaquan was because the border checkpoints in that kind of ghost place were very lax.

In places like West Africa, many border crossings are often just small military stations, and they don't need to station many people, usually a squad or at most a platoon.

These soldiers guard border checkpoints on the edge of the desert all year round, and they may not see many living people in a month. They are lonely and have no benefits, so they are the easiest to deal with.

The convoy was stopped before entering the Algerian border checkpoint.

Song Heping jumped out of the car, took out his ID and the border crossing documents that had already been completed, and walked towards the Afghan soldiers standing at the checkpoint.

The desert looks particularly spectacular under the sunset. The setting sun in the distance gives the desert a layer of gold. The mountains in the distance look so lonely and quiet, giving people a feeling of desolation.

"You guys are going to the national park?"

The highest-ranking Afghan soldier in the team glanced at the border crossing procedures, but seemed to have little interest in them.

"Yes." Song Heping said, "We are going to do a research project in a national park in the south."

Song Heping didn't know what the rank of the soldier leading the team was.

However, it seems that his rank is similar to that of the other two soldiers, and he is probably a small role like a squad leader.

The squad leader in front of him had no doubt about the people in front of him - first, no one wanted to smuggle from Morocco to Algeria; second, the leader was an American.

However, his eyes fell on the containers.

"What's in it?" He walked towards the truck with the documents in his hand.

"A support vehicle, full of food and water, and several other boxes containing research equipment."

"Research equipment?" The squad leader raised an eyebrow. "What research equipment?"

He had finally waited for the moment to exercise his power, and of course he would not let it go.

Judging from his appearance, he wants to open the box and inspect the goods.

Jiang Feng pretended to be nonchalant as the two soldiers standing behind the squad leader approached.

The three opponents were all carrying Type 81 automatic rifles.

That’s right, it’s the Type 81 automatic rifle, which was probably exported here from its motherland back then, but it has been modified to have a steel folding stock like the Type 56 submachine gun.

As long as these three dared to forcefully open the box, Jiang Feng would use a small butterfly knife in his pocket to cut their throats in the shortest possible time.

As for the squad leader, that will be left to Song Heping.

It’s too easy to deal with these people.

Seeing him about to unpack, Song Heping frowned and said, "Sir, it's getting dark, and we still have to hurry to the town ahead. You know how unsafe it is in the desert at night, so we're in a hurry. Can you please be flexible?"

After saying that, he suddenly touched his pocket and said, "Oh, by the way, I have another document. Look at my memory, I almost forgot to show it to you."

He reached into his pocket, took out a folded white paper under the squad leader's suspicious gaze, and handed it to the squad leader.

"Look, this is a special pass." "Special pass?"

The squad leader looked at Song Heping, then looked back at the two soldiers behind him, and finally turned back and opened the white paper with a question in his mind.

A blank piece of paper is just a blank piece of paper, without a single word on it, completely empty.

But inside was a stack of US dollars.

The squad leader's eyes widened suddenly, and he rubbed the stack of US dollars awkwardly.

They were all hundred-dollar bills, ten in total.

At this moment, the squad leader's mind was full of flying US dollars. He was quickly counting on the abacus in his mind, thinking how many he should take, and how many the two new recruits behind him should take...

Finally, he seemed to realize that he had lost his composure. He coughed twice and folded the white paper again.

"Ahem—it's indeed a special inspection-free pass. Alright, it looks like you're all on a rough road. It's getting dark, so I won't open the box. Let's go!"

After saying this, he waved his hand, made way, and said to his two soldiers, "Go lift the railing and let them go!"

The two new recruits were confused, but since the squad leader asked them to do it, they just did it!

They lumbered to the checkpoint and raised the barriers marking border control.

Song Heping nodded and smiled, "Thank you, sir."

After saying that, he waved his hand and asked everyone to get on the bus.

Jiang Feng took his hand out of his pocket, smiled at the two recruits, and got into the car.

The two new recruits didn't know that they had just been to the gates of hell.

The convoy crossed the border and finally entered Algeria.

After spending the night in a village near Beidaquan, the convoy began to turn south early in the morning, heading towards the southernmost tip of Algeria.

After three days of desert travel, the convoy finally entered the southern town of Ferghasi.

"Sanji, we're already next to the national park. We're going to enter the national park tomorrow to carry out our scientific research project. We'll be here for a month. My friend, let's say goodbye here for now. You can return to Morocco. Come back here to pick us up in a month."

Song Heping had achieved his goal at this time.

Ferghasi is only 70 kilometers away from Mali. According to the plan, they will replenish water and food in Ferghasi. They will set off in the evening, cross the border into Mali at night, and then contact the Salafi armed personnel there to conduct transactions.

"Okay, then I'll go back to Casablanca first and wait for your news there." Sangji was very willing to do so.

After all, it would be better to go back to Casablanca to run my own B&B and take on some short-term jobs than to stay here for a month with the scientific expedition team and animals like bison, which would not delay my time to make money.

"Then we shall say goodbye here."

Song Heping opened his arms and hugged Sangji according to local etiquette.

Of course, he knew that he and Sangji would probably never meet again.

However, I will not treat the guide unfairly for this trip.

Soon, Ferrari will transfer the money into Sanchi's account.

In less than a month, maybe a few days, this confused and kept-in-the-dark tour guide will receive a message - the scientific expedition team has left early and his services are no longer needed.

In that case, Sangji would probably be very happy.

Because he made $8000 in just a few days, which was more than what he earned from serving the rich people who traveled to Morocco.

Of course, he didn't know that he was actually taking a huge risk. If there was anything wrong with the contents of the three containers, he would be an accomplice of the arms dealer and would have to go to jail.

He also didn't know that although $8000 seemed like a lot, it was actually just a drop in the bucket compared to the profit Song Heping made from reselling the three SA-9 systems.

After seeing off Sangji, Song Heping didn't waste a moment and called his new contact: "Is this Mr. Dunbar? I'm Song Heping. We have arrived in Ferghasi. The night after tomorrow, we will meet outside Hamra. How about it?"

"Mr. Song, you disappeared for so many days, we all thought you were dead!"

The new contact Dunbar was very surprised.

After all, Song Heping had disappeared for many days like a ghost.

Even his own boss had been so anxious that he stamped his feet and cursed for many days, thinking that the Americans had stood him up again.

After all, there have been two failed transactions before, which makes people doubt the Americans' ability to get things done.

"I'm a tough guy, I won't die." Song Heping said, "Have you prepared the balance?"

"Don't worry, as long as we verify that your goods are in good condition, the balance will be paid immediately."

It sounds like the Salafi armed forces are not short of money at all.

"Okay, see you the day after tomorrow night."

"I'm looking forward to your arrival."

After hanging up the phone, Jiang Feng came over and asked Song Heping: "How can they inspect the goods? Where can we find a plane for them to test?"

Song Heping shook his head: "I don't know either. There's no set number for dealing with these people. Anyway, listen to me when the time comes. You have to obey my orders if there are any problems."

This was also Jiang Feng's first time selling arms and his first time trading with an armed organization. In fact, none of the four people had any experience.

No one knows what problems we will encounter the day after tomorrow.

Jiang Feng was even worried that the other party would kill him.

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

　　
　
(End of this chapter)