Mercenary I am the king

Chapter 778 Saga with Hidden Ambitions

Saga stared at the M72 rocket launcher in front of him and couldn't help but swallow.

In Somalia, this is a hot commodity.

This is quintessential American equipment, something many people dream of.

After a brief moment of distraction lasting more than ten seconds, he finally returned to normal.

"You mean... if I cooperate with you, you can provide a large quantity of this American equipment?"

"Of course, not only anti-armor weapons, but also assault rifles, light machine guns, and heavy machine guns. If you can afford it, I can even get you tanks and armored vehicles."

This is not Song Heping bragging.

His source of supplies was the massive arms depot of the former Iligo government forces.

The secret behind this is unknown even to the CIA.

The reason Song Heping decided to leave Iligo was to sever ties with Yusuf and his group on the surface, so that no one would know about his connection with Yusuf.

"Can I think about it?"

Saga spread his hands and turned his gaze toward the door.

"I need to discuss this with my brothers."

"What's there to discuss?" Nura said impatiently. "Saga, do it if you want, or leave right now if you don't."

"No rush, no rush."

Saga forced a smile, looking just like a dog begging for food.

"After all, this is not something I can decide alone. I need to make sure there are no disagreements within my organization, otherwise this matter cannot be accomplished."

Nura wanted to mock the other party for being cowardly, but Song Heping gave her a look and said, "He's right, this is a big deal, let their own people discuss it."

"Mr. Song is a wise man."

Saga smiled with satisfaction.

"I'll be right back."

Before Nura could get angry again, he got up and dashed out the door.

"This isn't right."

Nura looked at Song Heping with a puzzled expression and said, "How could you let him out of our sight?"

"so what?"

Song Heping said, "Can you tie him up?"

“He’s here, and sometimes we can use him as a threat to leave.”

As she spoke, Nura gently placed her hand on her waist.

Song Heping knew that she had a ring of high explosives strapped to her waist.

Because he was wearing a black robe, he was completely invisible from the outside.

"It's pointless. Even if we blow him up, we won't be able to leave alive."

Song Heping gently shook his head, calmly answering Nura's question.

“Now that he’s gone, can you guarantee he won’t betray us to Abdul?”

Nura said worriedly, "I don't even fully trust the people here, so why do you seem to be acting like an old friend with him?"

There's an old saying in my hometown: "If you employ someone, don't doubt them; if you doubt someone, don't employ them."

Song Heping laughed and said, "I bet he won't betray us for now."

"bet?"

Nura asked incredulously, "Why do you always like to gamble?"

"It's impossible to be 100% certain when formulating any tactic; there's always an element of gambling involved, some more, some less."

Song Heping's gaze fell on the M72 launcher at his feet.

"There's no benefit in betraying us now. Does he still want these things?"

Nura felt her mouth was dry.

This bet is way too big.

Essentially, it's a gamble on Saga's greed.

Seeing Nura's uneasy expression, Song Heping continued, "Didn't you say he was willing to cooperate?"

"Yes, I did say that..."

Nura's voice gradually lowered.

"But I admit there was an element of gambling involved... To be honest, after entering Somalia, I started to regret it. Somalia is a place where all poverty and ugliness are concentrated, and you can't rely on humanity here..."

She turned her head to look at Song Heping, her large eyes filled with apology. "Perhaps I was too eager for revenge, Song. I might have dragged you into this."

Song Heping maintained his smile, as if this were a seaside resort rather than the garrison headquarters of a small Somali warlord.

"No, of course you won't implicate me. You've done me a great favor."

Nura felt a surge of warmth in her heart. She was about to say something to thank Song Heping for his tolerance and trust when she was interrupted by Saga, who had suddenly returned.

“Mr. Song, my men and I have discussed it and decided to work with you to implement that plan.”

Which option?

Song Heping's rhetorical question left Saga stunned.

After pausing for two seconds, he said sheepishly, "It was at the armed group leaders' gathering on the 15th that Abdul was killed..."

"Ah...right." Song Heping changed the subject and asked, "Saga, do you have a grudge against Abdul?"

Saga quickly shook his head: "No, but this person is very domineering. Relying on his powerful influence, he has long wanted to swallow up us small fry. This gathering is actually a conspiracy. If anyone does not agree to join Abdul's organization and accept his management and command, they probably won't be able to leave Mogadishu."

Song Heping said, "Hmm, that makes sense. Rather than sitting and waiting to die, we should rise up and fight back. If this operation succeeds, I will fund you to become the top dog in Somalia. After it's done, I will sponsor you with a batch of weapons for free. Once Abdul is dead, his territory will definitely be divided up and divided among various forces. I will give you an advantage in the war for territory."

Saga's eyes gleamed with greed. He pointed to the M72 launcher on the ground: "After it's done? No way. You have to provide me with some weapons before we even begin. Otherwise, we won't have enough ammunition for our mission in Mogadishu. For the past two years, multinational escort fleets have been patrolling the Red Sea, and it's been difficult to bring weapons in. My ammunition depot is almost empty."

"You mean I'll provide some weapons and ammunition first, and settle the rest after the deal is done? Like paying a deposit in a business deal and then settling the balance?"

Song Heping looked at Saga with a half-smile.

"Yes, yes, yes!"

Saga really liked the reason Song Heping gave himself.

At least make yourself look less mercenary and more sophisticated.

"Just like doing business, I have to bear a lot of risks, so of course I need a deposit."

"no problem."

Song Heping agreed without even thinking about it.

“I can provide you with weapons and ammunition for two hundred men, three units per man, as well as 50 M72 and 50 Soviet-made RPG rocket launchers and their accompanying ammunition. They can be delivered here before the 10th and handed over at the Ethiopian border. How about that?”

"real?!"

Saga was surprised that Song Heping agreed so readily.

Happiness comes too suddenly.

However, his excitement quickly vanished like a soap bubble bursting.

"However, this number seems too small. I have at least five hundred men under my command."

Saga, have you lost your mind?!

Nura, who was standing to the side, couldn't hold back any longer.

"You have five hundred men?! If you really had five hundred men, why would you be hiding here occupying a small territory of a dozen square kilometers? Don't make me laugh at you. Don't you have any idea what kind of strength you have? The guy who used to ask me to smuggle weapons for you even thought AKs were too expensive and only wanted to buy outdated WWII weapons, is now telling me you have five hundred men? You must have been dreaming about it last night, right?"

The scolding left Saga somewhat embarrassed.

"Nura, the grass will grow back, so why can't my team grow stronger? Last time was last time, now is now!"

He seemed genuinely annoyed.

After all, you shouldn't hit someone in the face, and you shouldn't expose someone's shortcomings.

Song Heping is here.

Nura didn't give him a single chance to show off.

This made Saga feel very embarrassed.

"OK OK."

Song Heping suddenly stepped in to smooth things over, saying, "Five hundred men, right? Okay, I'll transport weapons to you according to the quota of five hundred men. Cooperation is all about trust, so I'll give them to you, no problem!"

"readily!"

Saga, slightly excited, gave a thumbs-up and said, "I love someone as straightforward as you!"

"Alright, since that's the case, let's leave it at that."

Song Heping stood up and extended his hand, and Saga quickly stood up and grasped Song Heping's hand.

The two of them squeezed it hard.

Saga felt that Song Heping's hands were like a pair of iron clamps, giving him the feeling that they could crush his finger bones if he used too much force.

Soon, Song Heping and Nula returned to the car.

After starting the vehicle, it began its return journey to Ethiopia along the same route.

On the third floor of the abandoned hospital, Saga and two trusted men stood on the balcony watching the jeep disappear into the distance. Once it was out of sight, one of the confidants said leisurely, "Boss, are we just going to let them go back like that? Why didn't we just send them to Abdul? He'd definitely give us a better piece of land!"

(End of this chapter)