Mercenary I am the king

Chapter 785 Please enter the urn
In the underground conference room of the Khartoum safe house, twelve core members of the “Musicians” defense team sat around a scratched oak table.

Song Heping stood in front of the electronic tactical board, his finger tracing across a high-resolution satellite map of the Darfur region.

"Squad leader, the basic screening for the two hundred new recruits has been completed."

Jiang Feng flipped through the personnel roster, and the scar on his left eye looked particularly gruesome in the dim light.

"Forty-seven of them have special forces backgrounds, and the rest are veterans with combat experience from various countries."

White Bear—the former member of a Russian paratrooper commando team—slammed his thick fingers on the table: "What about equipment? Our arsenal is all light weapons right now. To fight those elite Americans, British, and Hoopoe-nation personnel, we'll probably need some better stuff. Otherwise, how are we going to deal with them?"

"Yes, especially drones, they are simply impossible to defend against."

The hunter felt a lingering fear when he recalled the bombing of the Mogadishu oil refinery.

“I’ve already thought about this issue.” Song Heping pulled up another list: “North Sudan has agreed to provide Soviet-made light weapons and twenty modified BTR-80 tanks. But we’ll have to find the rest of the defense weapons and heavy equipment ourselves.”

"I know of a batch of decommissioned French VAB armored vehicles on the black market," Henry said confidently. "Someone in the military of an African Union country is eager to sell them and is willing to trade them for gold."

A soft chuckle came from the corner of the conference room.

"It seems we really are destined to become a modern-day 'Lord of War'."

The one speaking is Ferrari.

"It seems we'll need to get some anti-aircraft missiles from Ili for our next shipment. Saddam's previous army left behind a lot of ready-made SAM missile launch systems, which I think would be perfect for us. The problem is that they're keeping a close eye on us now, so getting SAM missiles won't be easy."

“I’ll handle this. The best way to disable their air power is to raid their forward command post. By convention, they will set up a forward command post in the target area to deploy and direct operations. By attacking that point and taking it down, we will cut off the coordination and relay between their air power and their headquarters, rendering their planes and drones blind.”

How did you obtain the coordinates of their operations command post?

Ferrari was very curious.

Song Heping had actually contacted Simon long ago.

The administrator of this CIA Illigo branch had some authority, and he found some useful information.

not to mention.

Simon has something on me.

He dared not disobey, much less betray himself.

Otherwise, even if he died, Simon wouldn't survive; those messy things would be immediately sent to the CIA Langley headquarters, and Simon would lose everything.

The two are now in a community of shared interests.

Simon will only live well if I live well.

Song Heping zoomed in on a coordinate on his computer screen, pointing to a location in the Darfur border region: "Three days from now, I will publicly inspect this location. Omar has already arranged for local media interviews, and the news will spread throughout Khartoum's diplomatic circles."

Jiang Feng sat bolt upright: "Are you going to be bait again?"

"I suppose so. Going against these top-tier intelligence agencies, can we really manage without paying a price and taking risks? As for my personal safety, isn't it actually in your hands? As long as you take out their command post according to the coordinates I provide, I won't die. If I die, it means your operation has failed."

“They want me dead right now. I am the biggest attraction for them. As long as I appear, they will spare no effort to send their elite special forces to kill me. This will cause them to make mistakes and misjudgments.”

Song Heping pulled up a floor plan. "This is an abandoned oil refinery, fifteen kilometers from the inspection point. According to intelligence from my inside sources, the CIA's North Africa operations command is located here."

The polar bear whistled: "You want to wipe them all out at once?"

"You will then receive their real-time coordinates."

Song Heping's fingertip was pointing at the center of the oil refinery.

"Is your inside contact reliable?"

Ferrari was still not at ease.

"Don't worry, he won't survive even if I die." The jinx frowned: "Too risky. Even if we succeed, the CIA will retaliate like mad."

"So they have to believe that it was done by local militants."

Song Heping looked at Henry.

"I need a perfect plan for Operation False Flag. You need to create and release false information and intelligence, understand what I mean?"

"clear."

Henry, understanding immediately, replied, "It's technically feasible to use the captured 'Islamic Maghreb' radio frequencies, along with a few pre-prepared corpses."

"Where is the action team?" Jiang Feng asked.

Song Heping retrieved the personnel files: "The two hundred new recruits will be divided into four groups. Group A, consisting of fifty elite soldiers, will be under your command and responsible for the surprise attack on the command post; Group B, consisting of eighty men led by White Bear, will be positioned in ambush around the inspection point; Group C, consisting of sixty men, will serve as a rapid reaction force; and the remaining ten will be incorporated into Henry's information warfare team."

"The forces are still too scattered," the jinx pointed out, highlighting the risk, "What if the entire CIA, MI6, and Mossad task forces were deployed?"

"So we still need this." Song Heping opened the safe and took out six metal cylinders marked with radiation symbols.

"This is thorium-232 powder that the cook got from Russia. Mixing this into mortar shells and firing them will disable all electronic reconnaissance equipment for fifteen minutes."

The polar bear grinned: "Dirty bomb? You've got some nerve."

“Non-radioactive, but enough to create panic,” Song Heping said calmly. “When their communications are cut off, Team A raids the command post, and Team B wipes out the invading special forces.”

Henry suddenly raised his hand: "I have a question. What if the CIA doesn't take the bait?"

Song Heping's lips curled into a slight smile: "Then let them know that I'm meeting with representatives of the Persian Revolutionary Guard there to discuss the transfer of uranium enrichment technology."

The conference room was silent.

Everyone understands the significance of this false intelligence—enough to provoke Western intelligence agencies to mobilize their entire forces.

“Madman,” the jinx muttered, but his eyes gleamed with excitement.

Jiang Feng stood up: "Sergeant, let me lead a raid on the command post."

Song Heping shook his head: "No problem, I'll act as bait and make a public appearance in Darfur."

"It's too dangerous!" Several people objected at the same time.

Song Heping's gaze swept over every face: "It's precisely because it's dangerous that I have to go."

He paused for a moment, then added, "And afterwards, I'll personally deliver a 'gift' to Deputy Director Pence."

He opened his tablet and played an encrypted video: footage of the CIA's deputy station chief in North Africa making a deal with a Libyan arms dealer.

"I obtained this video from a reliable source, and it will be automatically uploaded to the dark web 24 hours after the operation concludes. That should be enough to cause Langley some chaos."

The meeting lasted until the early hours of the morning.

After everyone else left, Jiang Feng remained alone, looking worried: "Old squad leader, are you sure you want to go this far?"

Song Heping looked out the window at the gradually brightening sky: "Do you know what the most exquisite aspect of Go is?"

"What?"

"While it appears to be a defensive move, it's actually an offensive one."

Song Heping put away the map.

“In the past, intelligence agencies like the CIA treated us like pawns. I want them to understand that pawns can also devour players.”

(End of this chapter)