Mercenary I am the king

Chapter 780 The Abnormality of Song Heping
Ethiopia, temporary border camp.

Song Heping squatted next to the diesel generator, using a tactical knife to shave a hard, dry compressed biscuit.

A sandstorm was approaching in the distance, and the yellowish-brown wind wall swallowed the horizon. The sentries around the camp had already put up dust-proof cloths, but the fine sand still managed to seep into every crevice.

Ferrari lifted the tent flap and walked in with a gloomy expression.

“Henry is missing.” He said directly, his voice low enough for everyone in the tent to hear.

Song Heping paused for a moment, but quickly continued slicing the biscuits, asking without looking up, "When did this happen?"

"Three days ago."

Ferrari watched Song Heping's reaction.

“I hired people to investigate locally. His apartment in Morocco was raided. There were signs of a struggle at the scene, but no body was found.”

Song Heping finally raised his head, his eyes calm to the point of being unsettling.

"Oh," he responded casually, continuing to peel cookies. "He has a lover in Casablanca, probably having a wild time."

Ferrari's brow furrowed sharply.

"Song, are you fucking joking? Do you think Henry is some twenty-year-old kid who's gone crazy? Even if he's gone crazy, there's no way his satellite phone wouldn't be able to reach him."

His voice suddenly rose: "Henry is the head of our company's intelligence department! With only ten days left until the Mogadishu operation, without his intelligence analysis, we wouldn't even know about Abdul's security deployment!"

Song Heping finally stopped wielding the dagger and looked up at the Ferrari.

"I know."

"You know?" Ferrari was practically exploding. "Then why are you so calm? If Henry falls into the hands of the CIA or Mossad, and they tip off Abdul, we're all going to die!"

The air inside the tent instantly froze.

Hunter, White Bear, Nura, and several other core members all stared at Song Heping, waiting for his reaction.

Song Heping slowly stood up, patted the biscuit crumbs off his hands, walked to the tactical table, and pointed to the Mogadishu port area on the map.

"The plan remains unchanged." Song Heping remained calm: "We will respond to any changes with constancy."

"what?!"

Ferrari could hardly believe his ears.

"Song, you've gone mad! This is no way to handle emergencies. This plan needs to be revised; I suggest we abandon it!"

“I said, the plan remains unchanged.” Song Heping’s tone was as cold and hard as iron: “On the 15th, proceed as planned.”

"I object!"

Ferrari slammed his fist on the table, causing the marker on the tactical board to bounce up.

"Are you crazy?! If the CIA already knows our plan, then this is a trap!"

Song Heping stared at him, his eyes showing no emotion whatsoever.

"Then let it be a trap."

Ferrari stared intently at Song Heping, trying to find a trace of wavering on his face, but Song Heping's expression was like an ice wall, without any flaws.

"Song, what are you thinking?" Ferrari lowered his voice, almost squeezing it out between his teeth: "If Henry gets caught, the CIA will definitely pry him open! And they might already have a trap set up for us in Mogadishu!"

Song Heping did not answer, but instead took out a USB flash drive from a hidden pocket in his tactical vest and threw it on the table.

"This is the intelligence analysis report that Henry prepared before he left."

Ferrari paused, then quickly grabbed the USB drive and inserted it into the tactical tablet. A series of encrypted files immediately appeared on the screen—Abdul's itinerary, security deployment in the Mogadishu port area, patrol routes of the Puntland militants…

"This..." Ferrari looked up, his eyes filled with shock: "Why didn't you say so before?"

Song Heping did not answer directly, but said coldly, "The intelligence has been obtained. Henry has done his job. I don't need to explain."

Ferrari suddenly realized what was happening, and his face instantly turned pale: "Even so, I still demand that the plan be suspended!"

After he finished speaking, he raised his hand.

"I demand a vote to decide this. I'll state my opinion first: I oppose it!"

Song Heping's eyes finally changed slightly, and he coldly looked around, sweeping over everyone.

"You're also against me? Demanding a halt to the plan? But before you do, you need to know one thing: our arms have already been transported to the waters near Somalia and will be delivered to Saga tomorrow. If we halt the plan now, no one will cooperate with us in the future, and it will be much more difficult for us to establish our own territory in Africa. Think this through before you vote. Henry is missing, but he doesn't know much about the plan. I can adjust the tactical plan, but we must act on the 15th."

The tent was completely silent.

All eyes darted back and forth between Song Heping and the Ferrari. But no one raised their hand.

Song Heping's prestige is unshakable.

Most people present knew that Song Heping rarely made mistakes in judgment.

That was the trust built up through long-term cooperation and following.

"Who objects?"

Song Heping asked.

No one answered.

As they arrived, Song Heping nodded slightly: "Yes, you are all my good brothers. Don't worry, I won't let you die. I will immediately change the battle plan to ensure everyone's safety to the greatest extent possible. Please rest assured."

Ferrari still cannot accept Song Heping's plan.

"Even if you want to outsmart the CIA, their drones and special forces are no pushovers. To put it another way, even if the CIA and Mossad don't send any special forces into Mogadishu, just leaking intelligence to Abdul will be enough to give us a hard time! Once we're exposed, we won't be able to escape!"

Song Heping finally showed a hint of impatience.

"Who said we were going to run away? Why would we run away? What do you think Abdul is relying on to command his men to protect us?"

As he spoke, he walked to the corner of the tent, lifted a waterproof tarpaulin, and revealed the metal box underneath.

This was just delivered here this morning.

After Song Heping entered the password on the keypad on the lid of the box, the lid popped open, revealing six miniature EMP pulse devices inside.

Ferrari gasped.

"You...you want to paralyze all the electronic equipment in Mogadishu?"

Song Heping sneered: "Not only that."

He pulled up another document, and the screen displayed a diagram of the submarine cable layout in the Mogadishu port area.

"On the 15th, we will first cut off Abdul's communications, and then—"

His finger pointed to a coordinate on the sea outside the port area.

"Detonate the pre-buried mines to blockade the port."

Ferrari finally understood Song Heping's entire plan.

He didn't go to assassinate Abdul.

He went to start an "unexpected war".

In other words, the ultimate target is a special forces team from the CIA or Mossad.

He wanted to wipe them out completely.

It's not just one Abdul.

As night fell, only the low rumble of the generator remained in the camp.

Ferrari stood outside the tent, gazing at the dark desert in the distance, a sense of unease churning within him.

Song Heping walked over and handed him a cup of hot coffee.

"Still thinking about Henry?"

Ferrari took the coffee, paused for a moment, and finally spoke: "You planned this all along, didn't you? From the moment Henry was arrested, you knew what the CIA would do."

Song Heping did not answer, but took a sip of coffee and looked into the distance.

"That's how war is, Ferrari."

His voice was low and cold.

"Either you scheme against others, or others scheme against you."

Ferrari gripped the coffee cup tightly, the steam rising slowly in the cold night.

"What if...we're the ones being manipulated?"

Song Heping finally turned his head, a cruel smile curling at the corner of his mouth.

"Then let's see who the real hunter is."

(End of this chapter)