Mercenary I am the king

Chapter 788 Operation False Flag
“He couldn’t have taken only this many men. The latest intelligence shows that he has recruited two hundred elite members, many of whom are former special forces members. Moreover, he’s such a cunning person that he knows we are all hunting him down, so he definitely wouldn’t take only twenty men to Darfur.”

Pence remained very clear-headed.

He smelled something unusual.

"This is definitely a trap!"

Kyle Jenkins, head of the Africa Division, swiped a tablet and pulled up a series of analytical data: “Satellite and drone reconnaissance confirms that, apart from these twenty people, there are no other military personnel from ‘Musicians’ Defense within a 50-kilometer radius. Our signal interception also shows that they are indeed only maintaining contact with three groups, each with no more than five people.”

“Too clean.” Pence shook his head. “Song Heping isn’t a rookie. He caused us to lose an entire ‘Watchmen’ shadow squad before. This guy always has a backup plan; he wouldn’t be so reckless. There’s… a trap.”

He lowered his head and pondered for a moment, then cautiously said to Jenkins, "Have all action teams remain on standby and not take any action for now. Follow my orders. All technical and surveillance teams continue to monitor Song Heping, intercept all signal sources, capture every frame, and analyze what this guy is up to!"

"Yes, sir!"

The "Musician" defense convoy in Darfur.

"Boss, they don't seem to be making any moves. The signal is clean around here, and we haven't found any suspicious people."

The technical team members in the car reported to Song Heping.

"They seem very cautious."

"Um……"

Song Heping felt a mix of amusement and exasperation.

When did the CIA, Mossad, and MI6 become so timid and hesitant?

It seems he really hurt himself.

The fish aren't biting because the bait isn't fragrant enough.

We still need to add some spices.

He turned to Henry and asked, "The fish is too quiet, it won't speak. How are your preparations going?"

"Ready."

"Okay, let's add some more dishes to give them a little excitement."

"Okay, I'll take care of it."

After their conversation ended, Song Heping looked out the window.

How much longer until we reach our destination?

He asked the driver.

The driver replied, "The road conditions here are very bad; it will probably take another 8 hours."

"Hmm, there should still be enough time."

Song Heping thought.

If bait is used, time must be given for the CIA to deploy it.

Once Henry's "bait" is released, Pence will surely be furious.

You need to give him some time to analyze and verify.

Ten minutes later, at Langley headquarters, in a corner of the conference room, Lisa, the technical analysis director, suddenly looked up and reported to Pence: "Sir, we just intercepted an encrypted communication from the Darfur region. The two sides are communicating in Persian."

All eyes turned to her.

"Persian!?"

Pence felt the hairs on his arms stand on end.

"you sure?"

"Confirmed, recording has been completed."

Lisa is very confident in her professional skills.

"content?"

Pence strode over.

“It’s still being deciphered, but the keyword recognition mentions ‘technology transfer’ and ‘timeline.’” Lisa’s fingers flew across the keyboard.

"The message was sent from the Darfur border, less than twenty kilometers from Song Heping's destination!"

"Less than twenty kilometers?!"

Pence was lost in thought, his eyes narrowing into slits like a cunning fox.

How did Persians end up near the Darfur border?

Wasn't Song Heping's trip to Darfur to inspect the site of his future base construction?
How did Persians appear?

Is it...

He recalled a briefing he had once read.

Song Heping is suspected of having close ties with Afanti, the leader of the Persian Revolutionary Guard, ever since he opened PMC in Iligor.

The oil fields in the Northwest region under Song Heping's jurisdiction have never been harassed by border armed groups, and the Persian-backed armed groups that most like to attack the oil fields in the Northwest region of Iligo have never gone there to cause trouble.

Many people suspect that Song Heping had some kind of deal with the Persians.

There has simply been no evidence.

Simon, the station chief of the Iligo branch, had been relentlessly pursuing Song Heping. After investigating for over a year, he even used force to imprison Song Heping and put him on waterboarding, but he still couldn't get any useful information out of him.

Even so, Pence now seems to believe that Song Heping probably has some connection with the Persians and might actually know Afanti.

Once Persia is involved, things become sensitive. Relations between the United States and Persia have been very tense for years, and they are still under sanctions against each other. Song Heping is a smart man. If he were to go against the CIA, MI6, and Mossad now, the best partner he could choose would be the Persian Revolutionary Guard.

Thinking of this, Pence's expression changed drastically: "Contact London and the hoopoe immediately. I need to have a video call with Ms. M and Levin."

Surgi, North Darfur Region.

The convoy was stopped at a checkpoint on the highway.

The swaying caused by the SUV braking made Song Heping, who had been resting with his eyes closed, open them.

"what's up?"

"Military checkpoints are the norm here."

The driver knew the route very well.

"Boss, I'll handle this."

He stopped the car, opened the door, and got out.

Song Heping gently pushed aside the short-barreled HK416 assault rifle placed on the side of the car door.

The driver took the paperwork and handed it to the soldier at the checkpoint.

After reviewing the paperwork, the two sides engaged in a lengthy discussion.

The driver got back into the car.

"Boss, they need to inspect our fleet."

"Let them check; we have the legal permits to possess weapons."

Song Heping's lips curled up slightly.

He seemed to have guessed what had happened.

A lieutenant leading the checkpoint stepped forward and nodded to Song Heping in the car: "Mr. Song, although you are a VIP of our government, this is a sensitive area, so a routine check is necessary for me. Please cooperate."

The words were spoken very politely.

In Africa, especially in war-torn regions, it's rare to see such polite soldiers. At armed checkpoints in Somalia, if you dare to dawdle even a little, they'll immediately offer you peanuts without saying a word.

"No problem, I'm very willing to cooperate."

Finally, he asked, "Do I need to get out of the car? We are carrying weapons."

"No, no, no, you don't need to get out of the car." The lieutenant remained very polite: "We are just conducting a vehicle inspection and scanning to ensure your safety. You should know that you are our honored guests, and the military has a responsibility to consider your safety."

"Alright, alright, then please go ahead."

After speaking, Song Heping leaned back in his seat and watched the lieutenant perform.

The lieutenant led a few soldiers and began to carefully inspect the vehicles. Song Heping saw in the rearview mirror that these guys suddenly took out a handheld device from their bag and began to approach the two vehicles behind them, inspecting them one by one, even looking under the vehicles.

Everything revolves around that instrument.

Song Heping saw through these tricks.

That's a Geiger tester.

This thing is used to scan for radiation intensity. It can detect even the slightest amount of radiation, even if it is within safe limits.

Sure enough, next to the third vehicle, the lieutenant suddenly stopped and looked down at the instrument in his hand.

"They took the bait after all..."

In the third vehicle, Song Heping placed a metal ball containing thorium-232 inside.

Ha ha.

These guys...

As expected, it came to verify.

The lieutenant quickly finished his inspection and returned to Song Heping's position.

"Mr. Song, we have completed the inspection. Everything is fine. You can proceed now."

"OK, bye!"

Song Heping waved to him with a smile.

The convoy moved on.

The lieutenant watched the convoy disappear into the dust, making sure he could no longer see them, before quickly running into the checkpoint, entering his room, closing the door, and taking out his phone to dial a number.

"it's me."

"What were the results of the examination?"

"Radiation was detected, although it was within safe limits, but it was clearly present."

"you sure?"

"I scanned it three times, I'm very sure!"

There was silence on the other end of the phone.

After a long pause, he said, "You did a great job. Don't worry, the reward will definitely come."

After he finished speaking, the call ended.

(End of this chapter)