Mercenary I am the king

Chapter 318 JK
"It's just a joke!"

Isad snatched Song Heping's phone and hung up before the call was connected.

"Boss Song is too serious!"

The pervert's expression changed again in just one second.

Song Heping got his phone back and secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

If I answer this call, it will be very disadvantageous to me.

The U.S. military was unwilling to intervene directly in this matter, so calling Peter himself would be a big taboo, which would be equivalent to dragging the other party into the water.

Even Peter wouldn't answer the call at all, and would hang up immediately if he did.

The consequence is that future cooperation with the military will probably come to an end.

Song Heping was actually betting that Isad was also afraid that the matter would get out of hand and that he would not dare to really talk to Peter.

Just now, Isad was actually pretending to be a pig and eating the tiger.

I also bet that Song Heping didn't dare to call Peter.

He didn't expect Song Heping to be so brave.

In the end, it was Isad himself who gave in first.

"Colonel, I think we can talk about the balance now?"

Song Heping struck while the iron was hot and couldn't wait to take the money and leave.

He didn't want to stay in this damn place for even a minute or a second longer.

"I need some time." Isad seemed to compromise. "I must transfer the money to your company's account before sunset."

He had to compromise.

The Chinese arms dealer in front of him doesn't seem so easy to deal with.

From the beheading scene performed this morning to putting a knife on Song Heping's neck, what Isad wanted was to see Song Heping wet his pants on the spot.

This is a form of psychological intimidation.

If the other party becomes soft and afraid, you can act like a rogue.

The funds were provided by the American military intelligence department, but this is real money, who wouldn’t be tempted?

It would be best if you could line your own pockets.

As long as Song Heping can be scared, it doesn't matter if he lowers the price or delays the final payment. Anyway, Song Heping is still owed the final payment of three million US dollars, so he can just default on it.

But I didn't expect that the other party would not listen to any threats or persuasion.

The girl won't take the bait, and the threat won't trap her either.

At this point, all means have been exhausted and Isad is left with nothing else to do.

He really didn't dare to offend Song Heping.

After all, there were problems with the previous two transportations. This is the first time that arms have been delivered here after three months.

If he offended Song Heping, not to mention that the US military would be dissatisfied and fall out with him, even if they didn't fall out, it would not be easy to get weapons support in the future.

"OK."

This time it was Song Heping's turn to smile: "Thank you for your concern, Colonel. I will wait here until the afternoon. I will leave as soon as the money is in place. If you need anything in the future, you can contact me again."

After saying that, he turned around and left the scene.

Back in his room, Jiang Feng closed the door and leaned over to ask, "Can this guy be trusted?"

"Don't worry, the money isn't his. As long as I'm determined to get the balance, he won't dare to default on it, unless he doesn't want to cooperate with Americans anymore."

After Song Heping finished speaking, he seemed to remember something important.

Then he added, "By the way, after we finish our work here, let Mohammed and Aziz buy plane tickets back to Irigo. You stay here, and I'll go run some errands with you."

"What's the matter?" Jiang Feng was very curious.

"Dig someone out." Song Heping said, "I'm worried this guy might get wind of it and run away."

"Is it the intelligence broker who leaked our whereabouts to the French?" Jiang Feng suddenly remembered this matter. Song Heping had mentioned it to him before.

"That's right." Song Heping said, "So I'm in a hurry to leave here."

"Where is that guy?" Jiang Feng asked.

"In Algeria." Song Heping said, "After finishing the business here, you and I will go to Algeria."

"no problem."

Isad didn't cause any trouble this time.

As expected, he informed Song Heping before sunset that the balance had been transferred to the overseas account designated by Song Heping.

Song Heping contacted Ferrari and asked him to check, and it turned out that the money had indeed arrived.

So the group did not stay any longer, said goodbye to Isad and left Mali, returned to Algeria along the same route, and then drove across the desert back to Morocco.

When crossing the border, we still passed the original checkpoint, and the original Algerian border guards were still on duty.

Song Heping greeted them warmly and gave them a two hundred dollar tip. The squad leader and two soldiers stood straight and saluted Song Heping and the others in unison.

Jiang Feng, who was sitting in the car, couldn't help but ask, "Why are we still giving them money when they've already left?"

Song Heping looked out the window at the border checkpoint gradually receding into the distance and said meaningfully, "Raising a dog doesn't happen overnight."

Jiang Feng was stunned for a moment, then seemed to understand something.

After returning to Morocco, Song Heping asked Mohammed and Aziz to buy tickets to Kuwait for a transfer home, while he and Jiang Feng bought tickets to Algeria.

Two days later, they were on the streets of Algiers. Antonio Henry cursed in the darkness and fumbled for a pencil from a drawer, intending to go outside to see if there was something wrong with the fuse on the meter, because the electricity in his rented house had gone out.

Power outages are nothing new in Algiers during the summer.

The area where he lives is an old urban area. Many buildings are decades old, and it is common for circuit breakers to trip due to aging lines.

Henry's income was actually quite good. He could easily afford to stay in a luxury hotel or buy a small house in Algiers.

But buying a house is not a good idea for someone in his line of work because he has to move so often.

Ever since he started working as an intelligence broker, Henry has been constantly moving, changing locations almost every three months.

It's not safe to stay in one place for too long.

Intelligence brokers like him make money by collecting and selling intelligence, and occasionally assist some intelligence agencies in releasing some true and false intelligence.

Doing this will easily make you enemies, and being hunted down is not uncommon.

There are many types of intelligence brokers. Most of them work alone, while some are attached to some organizations. In addition to selling intelligence, they often act as middlemen to handle incidents such as transnational kidnappings.

Henry's hometown is actually in the UK. He used to work in the British army. After retiring, he didn't have enough money, so he got into this business. North Africa is one of the most active places for intelligence transactions. Henry relied on the connections he accumulated here during his military service to become an intelligence broker.

His clients include all kinds of people. For example, more than ten days ago, he assisted the CIA in releasing a piece of intelligence to the French intelligence department.

I received a good reward for this transaction - $5.

Of course, Henry wouldn't just take money from the CIA.

He sold this information to the French for $10.

All in all, he earned $15.

“I’ve had enough!”

Henry, holding a flashlight, opened his door and walked into the corridor.

First, I took a look around.

The circular corridor was empty.

He moved the beam of light to the location of the electrical box, carried a stool over, set it up, and stepped on it...

Suddenly, he was stunned for a moment, then jumped off the stool, turned around and ran back to his room like an arrow.

Chi chi chi chi——

A tongue of fire flashed in the dark corner.

Bullets rained down on the place where Henry had just stood. Several of the bullets hit the electrical box, splashing sparks.

Henry closed the door casually, knocked over a wooden cabinet standing on the right side of the door, and placed it directly behind the door - every time he moved to a new place, he would buy a cabinet and put it on the side of the door, filling it with porcelain and stainless steel products. In an emergency, this thing can save lives!
He quickly returned to his room, dragged out his backpack from under the bed, stuffed a laptop on the table into it, threw it on his back, and rushed to the bathroom.

Just as he was quickly evacuating his lair, the door had become more lively. After a round of sweeps through the gate, the assassins outside had obviously lost their patience and began to bang on the door.

bang——

bang——

bang——

Henry’s forehead was covered in cold sweat.

But there was no time to think about who was chasing him.

Intelligence brokers are also a profession that requires them to make a living by walking on a knife edge.

Pushing open the bathroom window, he threw down a coil of rope that had been placed under the wash basin.

His room is on the second floor, and there is a patio below the bathroom, which belongs to the neighbor in the next door house.

The old city has this advantage. The buildings are in disarray, the houses are crisscrossed, and the alleys are like a spider web. People who are not familiar with the area will get lost if they go in.

He congratulated himself on his caution and carefulness.

Every time he moved into a new address, Henry would prepare at least two escape plans.

He quickly slid down the rope to the neighbor's patio, then took out a HK P9 pistol from his pocket.

This is an old model of small pistol, very compact and suitable for use by spies.

Holding the gun in his hand, he finally felt a sense of security.

Just when he was about to slip away without anyone noticing, an accident suddenly happened. A door less than two meters away from him was pushed open with a creaky sound, and a middle-aged woman walked out with a flashlight in her hand.

When the light shone on Henry, the woman saw the gun in his hand.

"Ah! Ah!"

The woman began to scream.

"Sh-FUCK!"

Henry was so frightened by her call that his soul almost left his body.

The woman dropped the flashlight and ran into her home.

Henry was so angry that he almost shot her and gave her a peanut.

"It's over..."

He began to run wildly.

Because he knew that the woman's shout was equivalent to calling the person who was going to assassinate him.

I could have escaped quietly, but now everything is ruined.

　Asking for a monthly ticket! ! ! !
　　
　
(End of this chapter)