Mercenary I am the king

Chapter 315 The Colonel Who Likes to Share Good Things
"my friend!"

Song Heping's first impression of Isad was that he was as strong and burly as a chimpanzee, with a bare upper body and camouflage pants. His chest muscles were as thick and exaggerated as those of the guys in the gym who had taken a lot of steroids.

Two half-naked black girls were serving this guy on his left and right, feeding fruit into Isad's mouth.

Although Song Heping has never had any interest in black girls, he has to say that both of them have amazing figures. Their curvy bodies are so curvy that they'll make your nose bleed. You can even put a cocktail glass on their buttocks.

Seeing Song Heping come in, the Salafi armed leader sitting behind the table raised one hand and patted the carpet, motioning the guest to come and sit next to him.

Song Heping greeted him with a smile and sat down next to this guy who had a reputation for cruelty.

Peter once reminded Song Heping that if he met Isad, he should be careful not to anger him.

It is said that this person has a bad temper and acts very cruelly.

"Good evening, Colonel Isad."

Before coming, Peter provided some intelligence information.

Isad calls himself Colonel and likes others to call him Colonel.

Sure enough, when he heard Song Heping call him Colonel, Isad's eyes suddenly lit up: "Boss Song did a very good job this time. The two batches of weapons that the Americans sent to us before were intercepted by the French intelligence department. You must have a solution!"

Song Heping chuckled and said, "I'm just a little lucky. Besides, it's only the two recent batches of weapons that have had problems. There weren't any problems with the previous ones, especially those shoulder-fired missiles, right?"

This statement is purely probing.

In fact, he had no idea whether Salafi had received shoulder-fired missiles from the Americans. This was just a guess based on some fragmentary information he got from Dominic.

Dominic once said that a year ago he was shot down by a ground-based anti-aircraft missile while on patrol with his comrades in a helicopter.

So where do the air defense missiles come from?
No need to ask, it must be the Americans who are behind this.

It is estimated that they have been supporting the Salafi armed forces for more than a day or two. More than a year ago, the Ilgau War broke out, and the Salafi armed forces also appeared in the Sahel region of Africa from that time. There are always some subtle coincidences here.

"Ok?"

Isad's expression changed slightly.

Song Heping pretended nothing happened and looked at the other person with a smile.

"Boss Song seems to have a good relationship with the US military! You all know about our deal a year ago."

At this time, Isad had no idea that Song Heping was trying to trick him. He just thought that Song Heping had a very good relationship with the US military, so that the US military did not hide many transactions from him.

After hearing Isad's answer, Song Heping understood what was going on.

The puzzle pieces fell into place.

Dominic suspected that the Salafi militants had shot down the helicopter he was flying, and it seems that he was right.

It was indeed Colonel Isad who ordered the plane to be shot down.

The injustice has the head and the debt has the owner.

I have finally found the person responsible for Dominic's blood debt.

"That's just what I heard," Song Heping said. "Anti-aircraft missiles are a good thing. With them, the French will be afraid to use them."

Isad nodded repeatedly. "That's right! The French are much more cunning. They're using ground forces to make contact with us first, and then calling in fighter planes to bomb us. Shoulder-fired missiles aren't very effective against fighter planes. We quickly ran out of them, and we didn't even shoot down a single fighter plane. That's why I asked the general for help and asked him to sell me SA-9 anti-aircraft missiles."

"I promise you'll be satisfied this time."

Song Heping laughed in his heart and said secretly, if you use it, you will die...

The two men had a very pleasant conversation and Isad was in high spirits. Finally, a minion came to report that the three launch vehicles had been unloaded and asked what to do next.

Isad looked at the time, then at Song Heping: "Boss Song, I have received the goods, but I still need you to teach my people how to use this thing. So tomorrow you can teach my people how to use this thing and see if it works well. If there is no problem, I will settle the balance with you."

"No problem, this makes sense." Song Heping could only agree.

"Dunbar, take Boss Song and his men to rest, and arrange a room for Boss Song alone."

alone?

When Song Heping heard this, he turned his head and looked at Isad.

Isad had a lewd look on his face. He raised his hands and slapped the two black girls on their butts.

"You two, accompany Mr. Song tonight and serve him well. Don't offend my distinguished guest."

The two black girls stood up very obediently and surrounded Song Heping on the left and right.

Even if Song Heping was stupid, he knew what this meant and quickly waved his hands: "No, no, no, Colonel, I don't need it..."

"No need?" Isad glanced at Song Heping's crotch subconsciously: "Really?" Song Heping emphasized again: "No need."

Isad stood up, his expression changing slightly. He looked at Song Heping and said, "Our rule here is that I will only share my favorite things with you if I treat you as a distinguished guest. These two are my favorite women. Why don't you want to accept my kindness?"

Song Heping thought, "I'm so grateful! What kind of place is Africa? Who knows if you have AIDS?"

No matter how lustful I am, I won't just go after anyone I see.

What's more, I'm not lustful.

"Colonel, it's too late. We have to get up early tomorrow to teach your men how to use the launch system. I think we should..."

Before he finished speaking, the smile on Isad's face had completely disappeared.

"Boss Song, you're really strange. None of the arms dealers who came here to do business with me before were like you..."

Hearing him say this, it seemed like he had some suspicions about Song Heping.

Song Heping was complaining in his heart.

This guy is here to sell arms, not to traffic people. Is it any wonder he's not lustful?
Do you really like eating shit? You think shit tastes good and you have to share it with me so that I can eat it too?
Song Heping suddenly realized something very serious.

He had never thought of this before.

That is, if I become an arms dealer in the future, I will deal with all kinds of strange people from all over the world, all of whom are warlords or heads of armed organizations.

Most of these people are probably as cruel and perverted as Isad in front of them, and perhaps have some special little quirks.

Today's matter is not that difficult, it's just about sharing a woman.

If I have to share anything with him someday, wouldn’t that be fatal?!

Thinking of this, even a calm person like Song Heping couldn't help but feel a chill in his anus.

But now is not the time to think so far ahead, let’s solve the problems at hand first.

Just when he was about to make another excuse, Isad suddenly reached for the pistol at his waist, pulled it out and was about to point it at Song Heping.

It was almost a conditioned reflex. When the gun was just raised, Song Heping subconsciously stretched out his hands and crossed them to grab the gun, and grabbed the gun in his hands like a magic trick.

The guards around were facing a powerful enemy and pointed their guns at Song Heping in an instant.

Song Heping finally reacted and quickly turned the pistol around and handed it back to Isad: "Colonel, you can't make such a joke."

His expression was serious.

Isad was stunned for a long moment, then burst into laughter. "Boss Song, you're really skilled! Can you teach me that move you just made?"

Song Heping said, "If the colonel doesn't let your female companion accompany me tonight, I will teach you tomorrow morning. After all, I am an Oriental, and you know that we Orientals are more traditional in this regard."

He finally found a plausible excuse.

"Hahahaha!"

Isad laughed as he put his pistol back into its holster and waved to the two girls: "Go away."

The two black girls stepped aside.

Isad said, "Okay, I respect your tradition, Boss Song. You take a rest first and we'll see you tomorrow."

After that, he said to Dunbar: "Take Boss Song to rest."

After walking out of Isad's house, Song Heping finally breathed a sigh of relief.

He is not afraid of fighting or risking his life, but he is afraid of these messy things.

The accommodation for several people was also in the village, just in different rooms, about a hundred meters away from Isad's house.

Song Heping was indeed tired after running around for days. After taking a shower, he lay down and fell asleep immediately until he was awakened by the noise.

When he woke up, Song Heping opened his eyes and found that it was just daybreak.

But it was very noisy outside, with the sound of engines and shouting mixed together.

Jiang Feng also woke up.

The two looked at each other.

Song Heping said: "Something is wrong, go out and take a look..."

　Asking for a monthly ticket!

　　
　
(End of this chapter)