Mercenary I am the king

Chapter 337: Revolutionary Morins
After getting out of the car, the cold raindrops hit Song Heping's body. Under the guidance of Laqi, he walked to the front of the wooden house.

There were two soldiers standing in front of the door. Laci explained his purpose in Spanish to them, then turned to Song Heping and said, "Wait here."

After saying that, he pushed the door open and walked in.

Not long after, he appeared at the door again and waved to Song Heping: "You can come in."

Song Heping knew that the notification was complete and he could now meet the famous Morins.

When you walk into the house, the first feeling is that it is simple.

There was a small hall inside with wooden chairs and a wooden table, which looked like a dining table. There was a map hanging on the wall. There was a door on the right, which looked like a bedroom.

A middle-aged man in camouflage uniform walked out of the bedroom and extended his hand to Song Heping: "Welcome to Columbia, Mr. Song."

Song Heping smiled and shook hands with the other party: "It's an honor to meet you, Colonel Molins."

Morins has a big beard, perhaps because he has lived in the jungle for many years, which makes him look more like a mountain man, and his hands are also rough.

"sit."

Molins took Song Heping to the table and pointed to the chair.

Song Heping understood and sat down.

Molins asked Lucky, "Is dinner ready?"

Lucky glanced outside and nodded, "Yes, Colonel, they should be starting breakfast soon."

"Then serve our distinguished guests a breakfast from the camp."

After Morins finished speaking, he looked at Song Heping with a smile.

Song Heping felt that there was something strange in his eyes, which seemed to have a deep meaning.

"Thank you Colonel."

He still thanked me politely.

After Lachi left, Morins sat down opposite Song Heping and the first thing he asked was, "Are you Chinese?"

"Yes." Song Heping nodded.

"I'm a great admirer of your great man," said Molins.

Song Heping also knew about the ELN's beliefs, so he wasn't surprised: "I had heard a little about it before coming here."

Molins pointed outside and said, "Do you know what the founding philosophy of our organization is?"

Song Heping said, "People from all over the world unite?"

Molins laughed. "No, it's another one—"

Song Heping was slightly surprised and stunned.

“I can recite the whole thing,” Mullins said.

This made Song Heping very confused. He originally came here to discuss arms deal, but he didn't expect that they would give him a theoretical course directly.

"That's right, the enemy can't understand you." Song Heping said, "So you need more poles."

This sentence finally brought the conversation back to the topic of arms.

Morins laughed and nodded repeatedly. "That's right, but Mr. Song, please tell me, if you can't even protect your own weapons, how can you talk about power? Talking about this requires strength."

At this point, Song Heping realized that the Morins in front of him was not as simple as he had imagined.

Think about it.

To lead a left-wing armed group like the ELN, you can't just win people's hearts with money. You must have a set of revolutionary theories. Otherwise, who would want thousands of people to live a hard life with you in the jungle and fight to the death with the government forces?
He couldn't help but look at the middle-aged, slightly fat leader of the armed organization in front of him with a bit more respect.

Morins was obviously referring to the failed deal in which Song Heping had lost weapons to AUC.

To date, the lost two million US dollars has not been recovered.

How dare you come here to discuss new arms business with me?

Song Heping said: "I admit that two million US dollars worth of arms were robbed by the AUC, and my people were detained, but I was able to rescue my people from their camp with only a few people, and killed dozens of them, two government helicopters and two small teams. I think I am qualified to talk about strength." Morins' eyes fell on Song Heping's face, and never left for a second.

The two looked at each other quietly, which was finally broken by Laci, who brought in breakfast, one portion for each of them, and placed it in front of Song Heping.

The atmosphere seemed to ease a little.

Lachi looked at the two of them and left again tactfully.

Morins gestured for him to eat. "Let's talk while we eat. Breakfast at our camp is simple. To be honest, it's just the leftovers from last night's dinner, with some bread. I hope you don't mind. This is the standard we have here."

Song Heping looked down and saw that the food on the plate was a mess, it really looked like a hodgepodge.

You can roughly see potatoes, soup, some beef bones with some beef left on them, a few pieces of corn, and a pancake that was made of unknown material and torn into several pieces.

As Mullins said, it looked like a bunch of leftovers, thrown together and messed with before being served on a plate.

Morins actually ate this, which made Song Heping even doubt whether he had money to buy weapons.

Is the ELN armed forces so poor?

But he still didn't mind the food. He was born into a poor family and had received various wilderness survival training in the army. He had eaten all kinds of weird things, some ten times more disgusting than this. What's more, the plate in front of him was still food. Compared with the insects in the wild, he was even forced to pick out insects from the animal identification to supplement protein. It was already a delicacy.

He didn't say anything. He picked up the spoon, scooped a mouthful of soup into his mouth, smacked his lips, then picked up a piece of broken bread, dipped it in some beef soup, and started eating it in big mouthfuls.

As a result, it was Morins, who was sitting opposite him, who was a little surprised.

He thought Song Heping would be in a difficult situation.

I didn't expect the other party to be not embarrassed at all.

"This breakfast is called calentdo. We poor people in Colombia are frugal, so we cook and reheat the leftover food from the previous day. Maybe there's some saliva from other soldiers in your food..."

In fact, he just wanted to disgust Song Heping.

But it seems to have no effect.

In no time, Song Heping had finished the pancake before he could finish his words. He then picked up the plate and gulped down the soup. He put the plate down, burped, and said, "It was a delicious breakfast. Thank you for your hospitality, Colonel."

After a long while, Morins finally smiled and asked, "Do you want another serving?"

Song Heping said, "I'm afraid of eating you out of money."

Morins laughed heartily, and at the end he coughed. He called Laci over and ordered another breakfast for Song Heping. Then he returned to his seat, eating a pancake while saying, "We're not poor, it's just that our diet is like this. We're here to make revolution, not to enjoy life."

Song Heping said, "Colonel, if you doubt my strength and sincerity, how about we make a deal where we pay for the goods first and then pay for them on delivery? That way, you won't have to bear any risk of loss."

In the arms market, most transactions require a deposit.

Song Heping's bold offer of cash on delivery was a very generous move.

Molins said, "Aren't you afraid that I might swallow your goods and not pay you?"

Song Heping said, "If you were afraid of me, you wouldn't have come looking for you, right? Besides, you think I can rescue my people from the AUC secret camp and even make the government troops suffer. Why would I be afraid that the people who owe me money won't pay me back?"

There was more sword talk in the two men's words.

Song Heping is not a coward. If Morins dares to half-jokingly say that he will eat up his goods, he will threaten him with his life.

In this world of war, no one looks down on softies.

Sure enough, Morins nodded and said, "I like your way of doing business, but you may not know one thing: the largest wholesaler in the South American arms market is actually American. Our arms, including ours, are actually purchased through American agents. Are you trying to steal business from the CIA?"

Song Heping laughed: "Colonel, why did you buy arms from Lamas? Aren't you afraid of angering the CIA?"

Upon hearing this, Morins's face instantly turned ugly.

The room fell silent.

The guard at the door heard no sound from inside for a long time, so he turned around and took a peek inside.

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

　　
　
(End of this chapter)