Mercenary I am the king

Chapter 376 Testing
"General."

When Song Heping walked into Peter's office under the guidance of his adjutant, the deputy commander of the US military in Iraq was sitting behind his spacious desk reviewing documents.

"Tom, make Mr. Song a cup of coffee."

"Okay, sir."

After the adjutant left, Peter's gaze penetrated from behind the lenses and shot into Song Heping's face, as if looking for some secret.

"Song, I called your cell phone a while ago, but it was turned off."

His question seemed to have a hidden meaning.

Song Heping said: "I went to Venezuela."

If Peter wanted to investigate this kind of thing, it would be easy to find out.

So Song Heping didn't intend to hide it.

Anti-interrogation techniques include how to mix some true information into the conversation and conceal important information at key points.

In Song Heping's view, this was a face-to-face interrogation.

"Going on vacation? Or going to see hot chicks?"

Peter closed his file and jokingly said, "It's not a good habit to turn off your phone. After all, you are the boss of a defense company now."

Song Heping said, "Actually, I went to Venezuela this time to investigate the $2 million worth of arms that was intercepted there last time. I had to find out what happened because I had to meet some key people and according to the rules, I had to turn off my phone."

By spreading this half-true, half-false information, Song Heping wanted to muddy the waters.

After all, Peter was not aware of the last raid on the AUC camp. Even if he had certain information and suspected me, he could distance himself from it by saying this - I'm still investigating this matter!
"Oh? Have you found out?" Peter continued to ask.

Song Heping nodded: "Yes, I found out that it was the AUC armed forces who intercepted my arms."

Peter was slightly startled.

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

I didn't hide this kind of thing from myself.

"The South American arms market is a murky place," Peter said. "I advise you not to get involved lightly, or you'll get yourself into trouble."

Song Heping did not shy away from saying, "I know. During this investigation, I discovered that the bulk of the arms market transactions there were controlled by the CIA. AUC actually did this with the CIA's authorization."

Peter said, "So what are you going to do? Go against the CIA?"

Song Heping smiled and said, "I want to do business too, right? General, you promised me that as long as I cooperate with you, you won't interfere with my business in the field of arms."

This was of course a tentative inquiry.

If Peter objects.

Then Song Heping would not insist on it on the surface, but what he did in secret was another matter.

Anyway, all the business there is now handed over to Silas, the white glove, who is the shield at the front desk.

As for what was happening behind the scenes, Peter had no control over how he operated.

Why don’t you plant crops just because you hear the crickets chirping?

No such thing!

Those who are in the arms trade are afraid of wolves in front and tigers behind, so it’s better not to do it.

Peter showed a strange smile at the corner of his mouth, pretending to be indifferent and said: "The CIA's affairs have little to do with us, but I am just reminding you not to go against the United States."

Song Heping smiled. "How could that be? We're in a cooperative relationship. After I investigated thoroughly this time, I made a difficult decision. Since the South American arms market is controlled by your country's intelligence organizations, I won't get involved. So I plan to run a large special operations school in Venezuela and make money through training."

"Military academy?" Peter frowned and looked at Song Heping doubtfully: "Can you make money from that?"

"Of course," Song Heping said. "You see, Blackwater has a similar military academy in Venezuela. They offer a variety of classes, including international classes for PMCs and small countries, as well as international hunter training for publicity. If they can do it, why can't I? PMCs are already big players in the training business, and I want a piece of the action." "You can do it here," Peter said. "Brother Yili, I support you."

Song Heping laughed heartily. "General, are you kidding me? The last time I borrowed the 82nd Airborne Division's shooting range for training, I almost got into a conflict with the British. Building a military school here? Judging from the current situation in Irigo, I'm afraid we have to guard against artillery fire every day. Your shooting range is surrounded by air defense interception facilities. If a private military school like me also invests in such facilities, I'm afraid I'll lose money."

Peter thought it made sense and started laughing.

Song Heping continued, "Besides, a place like Yilige is originally a battlefield. Is there any better training course than actual combat?"

Peter nodded and said, "That's right."

Seeing that the conversation had reached this point, Song Heping was not sure whether Peter knew about the Columbia incident, but he was absolutely certain of one thing, that is, Peter did not intend to turn against him.

Regardless of whether he suspected or knew about the annihilation of the Colombian Green Beret squadron, at least he was safe for the time being.

Otherwise, if you really want to hurt yourself, now is the best time.

Seeing this, Song Heping felt that he should show some "sincerity".

"General, the first payment for this year's transportation business has been received. I have transferred part of the profit to the account you designated as agreed."

As he spoke, he took a piece of paper from his pocket and placed it in front of Peter.

"This is a photocopy of the transfer procedure. You can check whether it has arrived."

Peter took the paper, read it, and then put it into the shredder next to him.

Seeing this, Song Heping knew that his other goal had been achieved.

This was a reminder to Peter that he and he were grasshoppers tied to the same rope.

And the transfer records are in my hands.

This kind of hint does not need to be stated explicitly, but smart people understand it and are in sync with each other.

The shredder made a hissing sound, and soon, the photocopy of the transfer procedure turned into thin paper as thin as noodles.

Song Heping took out another piece of paper from his pocket again.

"General, this is a small token of my appreciation."

After saying that, he placed the paper in front of Peter.

Peter picked it up and looked at it with a little doubt. As he looked at it, the wrinkles between his brows smoothed out.

"This……"

His expression seemed to want to refuse, but his eyes betrayed him, with a hint of greed flashing across them.

On the paper was a transfer procedure, in which an investment company registered in an offshore island injected a sum of one million US dollars in public welfare funds into an American charity organization called "K&L".

The K&L charity organization claims to be a non-profit organization that specializes in providing food to people and children displaced by war in war-torn areas.

It was difficult for Peter to refuse because his son was one of the founders of the K&L charity organization.

He maintained that constipated expression for a long time, and finally he suddenly grinned and extended his hand to Song Heping.

"Song, you are a caring person. God bless you and thank you for your support of charity!"

"It should, it should."

Song Heping held Peter's hand and they shook it vigorously twice.

These two times, haha, Song Heping felt the force inside.

That is the power of collusion.

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

　　
　
(End of this chapter)