Mercenary I am the king

Chapter 797 The Pursuit Never Stops
"And the British too."

Jiang Feng reminded him, "They have a lot of influence in Africa, especially in Sudan. I heard Henry say that they also have their own special forces deployed here."

"I know, it's SAS."

Song Heping sneered, "If Ms. M sitting in the London office isn't stupid, she'd better swallow the loss she suffered in Morocco. Otherwise, they'll suffer even greater losses."

"What do you mean by that?"

"We did use them in the Morocco affair and took out their guards, but losses of field agents are common. Besides, they shouldn't have targeted Henry. I threw out the bait, and they took it themselves. They only have themselves to blame for trying to exchange benefits with the Americans, thinking he was a fat sheep. Otherwise, why do you think he would have captured Henry? They had no prior conflicts of interest with us; Henry was just a bargaining chip. Intelligence agencies exchange resources. Britain and the US are old allies, but even brothers keep their accounts straight, which is why Ms. M had ulterior motives."

He paused, let out a long sigh, and continued, "Have you noticed any distinctive features in the bodies you photographed at the joint command headquarters this time?"

"feature?"

Jiang Feng scratched his head again.

"Aside from being all foreigners, all dead, and all secret agents, there doesn't seem to be anything special about them."

“I had Henry post those photos on the dark web with a reward to find out their identities.”

Song Heping smiled and turned to look at Jiang Feng: "Guess what the final result was?"

"What's the result?"

Jiang Feng was very curious.

"The people you killed were all from the CIA and Mossad; not a single MI6 agent was among them."

"what?!"

Jiang Feng was dumbfounded.

"You find it strange, don't you?"

"It's strange... I thought MI6 would get involved this time, after all, to avenge their people."

Jiang Feng smiled.

Song Heping said, "You're overestimating the humanity of those in intelligence. These seasoned veterans have been navigating the intelligence field for years; their decisions are rarely influenced by personal feelings, but are driven by self-interest..."

"Benefit?"

Jiang Feng asked doubtfully, "You mean, she knew that sending someone would definitely result in death?"

Song Heping sneered, "It's not certain he'll die, it's very likely he'll die, and there's another reason. This incident indicates a certain sign—"

Jiang Feng hurriedly asked, "What signs?"

Song Heping said, "Ms. M is a cunning old fox. Think it through, understand?"

"You've figured it out?" Jiang Feng was even more puzzled: "I don't understand."

Song Heping said, "When I received the information from Henry, I was stunned for a long time before I understood it. The British didn't want to get involved in the CIA and Mossad mess; she's very cunning."

As he spoke, he pointed to himself.

"Why provoke me? Even if I'm just the boss of PMC Defense, I'm crazy enough. She went through my old files, do you think she'd get chills down her spine? Going all out to deal with me? The CIA and Mossad used every resource they had against me, and that so-called 'Elders' Council' and the 'Satan Legion' they controlled—weren't they all trying to kill me? But in the end, didn't they all die at my hands? Of course, she can mobilize the SAS and SBS to deal with me, but the question is, how many resources are they willing to spend on me, how many people will die, and what benefits will they get in return?"

Jiang Feng was stunned by what he was said, his mouth agape.

"This...we killed several of their agents, to get revenge..."

"To seek revenge, let more people die, and then let the Americans benefit?"

Song Heping laughed: "Mossad is concerned about saving face, but what about MI6? To kill me, so that the CIA can continue to control the drug market in Mexico? The Americans silenced me, so our dirty deals wouldn't be exposed, and the Elders' Council also protected the dignity of its members. Hmm... So what about the British? What did they get in return?"

"..."

Jiang Feng was speechless.

"It seems... there's no benefit to it."

"Yes, when profiling these intelligence chiefs, you have to look at things from a perspective of interests—political, economic, strategic—you'll only take action if there's something of value in it."

Song Heping continued, “Before I came to Africa, I had Henry conduct a survey of the African situation for me. Actually, ever since I transported the SAM-9 to here for Peter and his team in Iligo, I've known that the Americans, French, and British are outwardly friendly but inwardly hostile. They're currently vying for territory in Africa. The Americans are making fools of themselves, and the British and French are the happiest, understand?” “The reason I publicly announced that I would make things difficult for the Americans in Africa, making it impossible for them to establish a foothold—do you really think I'm arrogant? I'm saying this to send a message to the British and French: I'm a troublemaker, but I'm not targeting you; I'm targeting the Americans and Mossad. Guess what? If M goes back and thinks about it carefully, why would she continue to antagonize me? Wouldn't it be better to keep me around?”

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"wonderful!"

After listening to Song Hepin's explanation, Jiang Feng suddenly understood and gave him a thumbs up: "Old squad leader, I never expected you to be even more cunning than them! How come I didn't think of that!?"

“I never imagined I’d be forced into this situation. Back then, the chef ran off to Russia because of personal pride, leaving this team to me. What could I do? I had to bite the bullet and take on the challenge. After that, the company grew bigger and bigger, and I had to deal with Afanti and play along with the Americans. How could I manage without understanding the situation and having some intelligence?”

Song Heping sighed and said, "Many times in life, people are forced into certain situations. They have to do it even if they don't want to, just to survive."

"Um……"

Jiang Feng felt the same way.

"I embarked on this path initially for money, but I never imagined that now that I have the money, I can't go back to my motherland."

“It’s not so bad that you can’t go back. That’s not what I’m worried about right now,” Song Heping said. “Even though we can’t contact our families too often, at least we know they’re safe in the country…”

As he spoke, he turned his head toward the camp.

“What I’m most worried about are Collins, Klein, and other core members of the company. If they have relatives in Europe, the United States, or even other countries, do you think the CIA might target their relatives when they have no other options?”

“Don’t let the harm extend to family members…” Jiang Feng said, “Using such methods is despicable.”

“There are no good people in intelligence work.” Song Heping said with a wry smile, “In our line of work, can you find a purely good person? Can you guarantee that you haven’t killed any innocent people? That you haven’t harmed any passersby?”

Jiang Feng was speechless.

"Alright, let's not talk about this anymore. I need to go back and think carefully about how to deal with the possible terrorist attacks the Americans might launch against us. That's the most important thing. This godforsaken place... I don't want to die here..."

After saying that, Song Heping turned around and walked back to the camp without looking back.

While Song Heping and Jiang Feng were chatting on a hillside near the camp in Atron Oasis, Langley's headquarters was brightly lit.

The small conference room of the operations department was now full of people.

From the technical department to the operations department, as well as some key members from the overseas department, all were present.

Deputy Director Pence sat at the head of the table. His bloodshot eyes were like those of a man-eating beast, and his gaze swept over everyone like a knife, as if it could rip out their hearts.

No one present dared to look the deputy director in the eye.

It is said that after the operation in North Darfur failed, Pence was summoned to the director's office for a full forty minutes before coming out. When Pence came out, some people saw broken glass scattered on the floor in front of the director's desk, and the director was standing behind the desk, looking furious like a lion with its mane bristling.

"Song must die!"

His opening remarks went straight to the point, leaving no room for maneuver.

“Jasper, pick up that plan in front of you and read it aloud to everyone…”

Jasper, the head of the operations department, stood up from his chair, picked up the document in front of him, and opened it...

"This is a new plan to behead Song Heping, codenamed 'Blood Feud'..."

As he said this, he secretly glanced at Pence, who was sitting at the head of the table.

Because he knew that the plan was actually very risky, involving using drones to cross North Sudanese airspace and penetrate nearly a thousand kilometers inland to bomb Song Heping.

The area where the drone passed was heavily guarded by UN forces, which are equipped with air defense capabilities. If the drone were to be discovered by mistake, it could potentially cause an unnecessary diplomatic incident.

"Read!"

Pence, like a sensitive snake that has detected something amiss, suddenly raised his head and turned his gaze to Jasper.

"Why did you stop?!"

"Okay...I'll continue reading..."

Jasper licked his slightly dry lips and continued reading the contents of the plan...

(End of this chapter)