Mercenary I am the king

Chapter 328: It’s Not Poisonous! Drink It With Confidence!

An hour later, Song Heping, who had prepared everything, drove Henry in his bulletproof Lincoln to the Xi Xiangfeng Chinese Restaurant in the Green Zone.

Henry was still worried about his meeting with Simon all the way.

"Will they ambush assassins and kill us along the way?"

As he said this, Henry carefully looked around through the car window.

At this time, the sun had just set in the west, leaving only half of its face. The light was a little dim. There were many buildings in the Green Zone, all shrouded in a hazy darkness. Everything looked so suspicious, as if a sniper was lying in the shadow of a dark place, aiming at himself with a high-power scope, ready to pull the trigger at any time.

"No." Song Heping said, "My car is bulletproof. Besides, Simon would never do such a stupid thing as to kill us in the Green Zone."

"Ah... a bulletproof car..."

Henry seemed a little relieved.

But he soon raised a new hypothesis: "Will he poison our food? CIA poisoning is very common."

Song Heping smiled and said, "Your guess does make some sense, but don't worry, I expected it a long time ago. Do you know why I want to take you to see him tonight?"

Henry asked, "Why?"

Song Heping said: "This is the only way to save you."

The green zone is not big, and Song Heping quickly arrived at the Xi Xiangfeng Restaurant.

The restaurant owner here is Chinese and the employees are also Chinese.

Chinese people like to cook wherever they go.

It’s not because Chinese food is popular among foreigners, but from a business perspective, there is no industry with a lower threshold and can guarantee sufficient cash flow than the catering industry.

Simon was actually waiting outside the door.

This is enough to show how much importance this guy attaches to this meeting.

Song Heping parked the car and brought Henry to Simon. He pointed directly at Henry next to him and said, "I know you all. Do I need to introduce you?"

"I know him, I know him..."

"Of course I know him..."

Both Henry and Simon seemed very embarrassed.

Half a month ago, the two of them would never have thought that they would meet here in this way.

"Please, I have already booked a room."

Simon took the initiative to lead the way, his enthusiasm undiminished.

After entering the VIP room, everyone took their seats and Simon told the waiter, "Bring up my good wine."

Soon, the wine was served.

That's a bottle of whiskey.

Simon deliberately opened the bottle in front of the two of them, put his nose to the bottle mouth and took a deep breath of the aroma, and introduced it very proudly: "Smoked single malt whisky, peat phenol index 45PPM, very unique among English brands, with a smoky flavor."

After saying that, he picked up three wide-mouthed cups from the tray, picked up ice cubes from the ice box, and put them directly into the cups. Finally, he poured some whiskey and handed two of the cups to Song Heping and Henry.

"Try it."

Song Heping and Henry answered.

The former took the cup, put it under his nose and sniffed it.

The aroma is indeed unique. Of course, if this kind of wine is sold in China, only a small number of people like it. Most people find it difficult to accept this style with heavy peat and a slight smoky taste.

Henry is English.

This is his hometown whiskey.

As soon as he smelled it, he knew it was good stuff.

The wine is of sufficient age, with a rich and unique aroma.

This made him so greedy that he picked up the glass and raised his hand to try such precious whiskey.

"and many more."

Song Heping stopped him with a smile.

"Don't rush to drink."

Henry was stunned: "Why?"

Song Heping said, "I haven't woken up from the alcohol yet."

Henry was even more confused: "This is not red wine, there is no need to decant it."

Song Heping took Henry's cup with a smile and put it on the table, then took out his mobile phone, clicked a few times, and called up a video.

"Stationmaster, I think we should talk about business before we eat."

After saying that, he handed over the phone.

Simon's face looked very ugly. After hesitating for a moment, he reached out and took it.

This is a large-screen Nokia phone, and the video has been retrieved.

Simon pressed play. It showed a video of Song Heping interrogating CIA assassination agent Hart in Algiers. It contained only a small clip, where Hart confessed his purpose for the assassination and his affiliation with the agency.

The more Simon looked, the paler his face became.

In the end, he returned the phone to Song Heping with an expressionless face.

"What do you mean?"

"It's nothing." Song Heping said, "I'm just reminding the stationmaster not to play any tricks."

"What tricks can I pull?!" Simon said with a sullen face, "You underestimate me too much. If I want to kill you, would I still invite you to dinner?"

Song Heping's eyes fell on the bottle of wine.

Simon was stunned for a moment, then said, "Do you suspect the wine is poisonous?"

After saying that, he picked up the bottle and poured some into his glass. He tilted his head back to drink it all and showed the bottom of the glass to Song Heping.

Henry was so scared when he saw Song Heping say that the wine was poisonous. But when he saw Simon pour the wine in front of him and drink it in one gulp, he breathed a sigh of relief.

Song Heping said coldly, "Stationmaster, I have backed up these videos and some evidence regarding your involvement in this operation. If I need anything, the information will be quickly sent to the military, Langley, and the media through special channels. They will all receive it, and it will also be made public online."

Simon's expression changed from ashen to shocked.

Song Heping ignored him, picked up the wine glass and slowly put it to his lips.

Just as the glass was about to touch his lips, Simon suddenly stood up: "Wait!"

He snatched Song Heping's cup, picked up Henry's cup, and called the waiter: "These ice cubes are too bad, go change some, I want ice balls, not cubes! How do you do things! You just don't pay attention to details when you are told to do something!"

After the waiter timidly carried the two glasses out, Simon forced a smile and said, "Good wine can't be served with cubed ice. It has to be served with ice balls. The boss here doesn't understand the rules at all."

Song Heping smiled and nodded: "Yes, the rules do need to be understood, the problem is that you didn't set the rules for them beforehand."

Simon sat back in his seat, but for a moment he didn't know what to say. He lost the thread of his speech and couldn't pick it up.

Henry was still in shock.

Is alcohol really poisonous?
wrong……

Simon drank it in front of him and it was fine.

Maybe something else...

How dare he do that!
Henry felt insulted.

"Simon, we used to work together pretty well, how dare you send someone to kill me?"

He wouldn't have asked that question.

It was normal for Simon to send someone to kill him to silence him.

But now he was furious and went berserk.

"You know the rules... If you want to blame someone, blame yourself for being greedy!" Simon was so angry that he didn't dare to show it in front of Song Heping. He spoke in a muffled tone, as if he was going to hurt himself.

"If you weren't so greedy for the Frenchman's money, you would have sent the information anonymously. Would that have left a trace? Would I have sent someone to kill you?!"

"FUCK YOU!"

Simon was telling the truth, but Henry still stood up emotionally and raised his middle finger at him.

"Okay." Song Heping saw that the time had come. If Henry continued to make trouble, the purpose of tonight would probably be ruined.

It's time to come out and make peace.

"Henry, sit down."

After Henry sat down, the waiter brought new wine glasses and ice balls.

Song Heping took the initiative to take a cup, put an ice ball in it, and then poured whiskey in it. He poured a glass for everyone in this way.

"Let's put the past behind us, Station Master. From now on, just like you said, we're friends, right?"

Simon's facial expression became very stiff, and his smile was very ugly, but he still smiled: "Yes, friend."

"Then I believe you won't cause me trouble again in the future, right?" Song Heping asked.

Simon nodded: "Of course not, it was all a misunderstanding before."

Song Heping looked at Henry beside him and said, "Is he safe? If he dies or has an accident, don't blame me for blaming you."

Simon swallowed his anger. "I can only guarantee that my people will never touch JK, but he's an intelligence broker. I can't control who he's offended or what he's done in the past."

Song Heping thought about it and felt that this was Simon's greatest sincerity, so he raised his glass: "Come on, let's have a drink for friendship."

"For friendship..."

"For friendship."

The three people's cups clinked lightly together.

Under the light, the amber wine reflected the faces of the three people through the glass, distorted and magical.

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

　　
　
(End of this chapter)