Mercenary I am the king

Chapter 786 Attracting Attention
After the "Great Wall" project was finalized, Song Heping slept soundly that night.

In the past six months, it would be no exaggeration to describe my whereabouts as being constantly on the move.

Being hunted by a coalition of the world's top intelligence agencies is an absolutely unpleasant experience. Just surviving it is already a feat for someone of exceptional talent, let alone someone like him who managed to turn the tables.

What Song Heping was unaware of was that his series of brilliant counterattacks had already caused a sensation.

Of course, this sensation didn't happen publicly, but rather within intelligence and mercenary circles.

Now everyone knows that there is such an oddball in the defense industry. He started out in defense, made his fortune by cooperating with the Americans, and later even worked together to control the Mexican drug cartel. Then suddenly he turned against them and became their enemy, and was put on the U.S. counterterrorism blacklist, becoming one of the top ten most wanted targets along with Brother Deng.

The most surprising part is not the twist, after all, the Americans have done plenty of bad things like raising tigers that have become their own enemies.

Back then, Brother Deng was actually trained by the Americans in Afghanistan when they used local armed groups to drag down the Soviets. However, after the Soviets were eventually dragged down, Brother Deng turned around and bit the Americans.

What's most shocking is that after the bounty was placed on Brother Deng's head, he could only hide in a cave and disappear from the world, living a life of seclusion in order to save his life.

This Chinese man surnamed Song not only didn't hide his identity and seek his own good fortune, but also took the initiative to fight back, directly eliminating several groups of special forces members and intelligence agents who came to kill him, including the CIA, Mossad, and the famous MI6.

He is very tired.

After the Mogadishu operation, people were like a long-suppressed spring that suddenly relaxed, followed by exhaustion.

He wanted to call his family, but given the current situation, calling his younger siblings was clearly not a good option.

Sometimes he wondered what his former superiors would think if they saw him like this.
Could they be under pressure to clean house?

But then I thought about it again, and that was impossible.

Because Lei had previously sent someone to rescue him.

Based on this alone, one can roughly judge the attitude of the old unit towards oneself.

He's not afraid of the CIA or MI6, but if Team Leader Lei comes to clean house, he'll probably be doomed.

However, since embarking on this path, he seems to have never harmed the interests of his country, and Song Heping has always adhered to this bottom line.

Because he firmly believed that no one could benefit from betraying their country.

There is no doubt about this.

Thinking of this, he felt slightly relieved.

In the coming days, Song Heping has much to do before heading to Darfur to launch the "Great Wall" project.

Dealing with the combined attack of three top intelligence agencies is no easy task; a slight misstep could lead to utter ruin.

We now have some armored vehicles and light weapons are not a problem; the problem lies in air defense and reconnaissance equipment.

Drones are what Song Heping envies most.

He absolutely has to get his hands on this.

He witnessed the power of drones in Mogadishu and in previous operations.

This thing is like having a third eye; having it or not is a completely different matter.

Must do it!
We absolutely must get some.

But where can we get it?
It's possible to rob the Americans. During my previous operation in South Sudan, I seized two Ravens from that special forces unit that was impersonating the UN. These past few days, Henry and Collins have been studying those two Ravens, trying to unlock some of the software inside and modify it for their own use before this operation.

However, two drones are not enough.

More will be needed in the future.

Where can I get it?

Song Heping recalled that he had worked in Huaqiangbei, Shenzhen for a period of time when he was a migrant worker. It was practically an underground workshop for electronic products, where anything could be replicated.

If one of the Ravens is disassembled and sent to Huaqiangbei, could it be replicated?
Even if the replica isn't perfect, something that's usable is better than nothing.

Military products are inherently difficult to produce, and Song Heping felt that achieving half of the performance was acceptable.

As he pondered, in the quiet darkness, Song Heping's eyelids grew heavier and heavier until he finally drifted off to sleep.

Just as Song Heping was fast asleep and drifting off to sleep, a dark green jeep sped along a mountain road in the heart of an eastern country, where he had been inspecting for six or seven hours. After entering the mountains, it passed a mountain road with a sign that read "Military Control Zone" and finally stopped in front of a gate with a sign that read "203rd Army Breeding Base".

Armed guards opened the gate and let people in after checking their paperwork and identification.

The jeep continued speeding through the camp.

This camp is very large and is hidden deep in the mountains.

Despite being called a breeding base, besides some vegetable plots, it surprisingly had a large training ground, complete with obstacle courses and shooting ranges typically reserved for elite special forces. Five minutes later, the jeep stopped in front of an inconspicuous three-story white building, and a colonel jumped out.

The officer on duty glanced at the person, then stepped forward to stop them and checked their documents and paperwork again.

After confirming that everything was correct, the person was invited to the conference room on the third floor.

The conference room was brightly lit, and two men with golden stars and wheat ears, one of whom was a senior colonel, sat around the oval conference table.

The colonel saluted respectfully, and one of the officers pointed to the chair in front of him: "Staff Officer He, why are you in such a hurry to see us without taking a break? Has that kid who went out from here caused some serious trouble?"

Before the commander could finish speaking, the senior colonel opposite him spoke up: "Staff Officer He, as far as I know, Song Heping would never harm the country. I was in contact with him three months ago. Why did you come here in such a hurry? Did he do something outrageous?"

Staff Officer He wanted to say something, but for a moment he didn't know where to start, so he could only shake his head and wave his hand, saying, "The situation is very complicated. Can you give me a little time, sirs? I'll sit down and sort out all the intelligence before I report from the beginning."

Soon, the orderly brought out tea and placed it in front of Staff Officer He.

Staff Officer He took out his laptop from his briefcase, then took out a stack of documents and placed them on the table. He then handed a copy of the documents to each of the other three people.

"I don't know if your intelligence team has this information. The latest news is that, based on the information we have, Song Heping seems to be planning a major operation to confront the CIA, MI6, and Mossad head-on. The headquarters leaders have taken notice of this and asked me to come here for a meeting with you so that you can give a conclusion on whether to intervene to avoid bigger problems."

"Intervention?"

Lei Ming kept flipping through the document.

There was no worry in his eyes, but rather a kind of joy.

"Why should we interfere? He's not one of our people anymore. He's the owner of a defense company, an independent individual. He has nothing to do with us. As long as he doesn't do anything that harms the country, we really don't need to care."

"The problem is that the leaders are worried that he might do something that harms the local people and affects our reputation."

I don't think it will have any impact.

One of the leaders, who was a political commissar, spoke up: "Now the CIA is hunting him down, but his partner is the North Sudanese regime. It was North Sudan that provided him with asylum. Even the Americans couldn't get involved in this matter, so why should we?"

After speaking, he put down the documents and turned his gaze to Lei Ming across from him.

"Lei Ming, you're going to get a scolding from me."

"Political Commissar, why are you criticizing me?"

Lei Ming was somewhat surprised.

"Here!"

The political commissar picked up the document and dusted it off with his fingers.

"Such an outstanding young man, how did you let him go back then?"

“I didn’t let him go; he asked to withdraw himself. Could I have stopped him?” Lei Ming said. “His performance in the selection training was indeed outstanding back then, but he had some family matters to attend to. He talked to me for a long time, and I understand him. Going back to take care of his younger siblings is his duty.”

The political commissar was silent for a moment before saying, "Hmm... this kid is on par with Qin Fei (the protagonist of the previous work, Absolute Honor)."

Lei Ming turned to Staff Officer He: "Tell headquarters that our conclusion is that Song Heping will absolutely not harm our country. Please rest assured, leaders. Also, please tell the leaders that it's good that he's making a fuss over there. Qin Fei is also in Eritrea now, and he's under a lot of pressure and being targeted. If Song Heping makes a fuss, I think his pressure will be relieved. I think it's a good thing."

“You don’t seem worried at all…”

Staff Officer He had just turned on his computer when he said with a wry smile, "So, I guess I won't have to do any more intelligence analysis?"

"I don't think it's necessary. It's pointless for you to come all the way here. Why didn't you just call and ask?"

Lei Ming smiled and closed the documents.

Staff Officer He shook his head: "Do you know why I came in person? Let me tell you something: Song Heping's file should be kept under the highest level of confidentiality because we've discovered that someone inside is investigating him through various channels."

"Investigate him?" Lei Ming's expression stiffened for a moment, then he sneered, "You want to find out what unit we are, right?"

Staff Officer He nodded: "It seems so, but they won't have any results for now. You are under the jurisdiction of a separate headquarters. If a unit doesn't exist, people with lower authority wouldn't know about it, unless..."

"I understand."

The political commissar said, "I will personally seal Song Heping's file and cancel all electronic archives. That way, even if the other party tries to find it, they can only find his ordinary military service record unless they come to the archives here to take Song's file. They won't be able to find it here."

"Then I'm relieved." Staff Officer He said with a sigh of relief, "Then I'll be going."

"gone?"

"Yeah, why are you in such a hurry? Our cafeteria is open 24 hours a day, grab something to eat before you go."

"No, no, I have a lot of things to do at headquarters."

(End of this chapter)