Mercenary I am the king

Chapter 801 Eliminate Suspicion
Simon didn't immediately understand why Song Heping would tell him his coordinates and ask him to report them to Pence.

But I had a vague feeling that this kid was definitely up to something again.

In his view, Song Heping was too cunning.

You really have to be careful when dealing with him.

Otherwise, it's easy to fall into a trap.

But he soon realized what was going on.

"You little pawn, trying to use me as a pawn to lure Pence into attacking you? It's a trap, isn't it?"

"trap?"

Song Heping burst into laughter.

“These are genuine coordinates. Do you think I could fool your CIA’s initial reconnaissance and confirmation process by giving you fake coordinates?”

Simon was slightly taken aback.

That's right.

According to the CIA's operational procedures, after obtaining intelligence related to the target, it will be confirmed. In the early stages, reconnaissance will be carried out, photos will be taken and compared, and the matching rate must reach 90% before the basis for operation can be established.

"You would be so kind?"

He didn't believe that Song Heping would help him for no reason.

"Old friend, don't be so wary of me. I'm a very considerate friend, especially since you're so useful to me. How could I bear to let you be taken away by the investigation team and go to jail? I'll even help you get promoted. Who knows, you might even end up in Pence's position someday, right?"

Song Heping's words exploded in Simon's head like a bomb.

He felt as if he had been enlightened by something.

Suddenly, his mind became extremely clear, and even the blood in his body began to rush.

Something called ambition was stirring deep inside me.

That's right...

I'm a website administrator, after all.

Moreover, being sent to Iligo as station chief is itself a demonstration of ability.

But he himself was not one of Pence's men.

Jasper, who joined the CIA at the same time as Pence, has been promoted back to headquarters as a supervisor because of Pence's favor.

Kelly from the operations department is now in a vegetative state, and that position remains vacant.

I've heard that the higher-ups in the bureau are interested in selecting some outstanding station chiefs from overseas intelligence stations to replace Kelly.

Especially for intelligence station chiefs located in war-torn regions, the hardware conditions are not a problem at all.

But it is said that Pence has recommended Jasper to the director for this position.

Jasper...

Why should he? !

He spent two years in Mexico as a deputy station chief, which basically meant he spent two years wandering around in his own country's backyard. Then he was transferred back to the region to be Pence's assistant, which was clearly a preparation for his future promotion to a managerial position...

It's precisely because Jasper's family has a strong political background and he graduated from an Ivy League school that he was favored by Pence.

And what about yourself?

Iron Rust Generation was born in the countryside.

I thought I had worked hard to escape my hometown and studied hard, and eventually I was recruited by the CIA, working my way up from intelligence analyst to operations agent, and then to overseas station chief.

I've come this far step by step.

But suddenly I realized that no matter how hard I tried, I couldn't catch up with other people's backgrounds.

Some people were born in Rome.

And I am nothing more than an ox or a horse.

Simon had already given up hope for his future. After so many years in Iligo, it seemed his superiors had forgotten about him, and no one was there to replace him.

Yeah, it's so dangerous here, no one would want to come.

Song Heping's words were like a shot of adrenaline, suddenly activating the restless genes within him.

That's right.

Song Heping can use himself, and he can use Song Heping.

He can ask me for information, and I can ask him for information.

It's just mutual exploitation!

"Okay, I will do as you say. I will report your coordinates within five days, and I will come up with a story about the specific source of the intelligence."

"Yes, that's more like it. If you sell my information to Pence, who will suspect you of being the mole?"

If the word "traitor" had been used in the past, Simon would have definitely blushed and reprimanded the person.

This time, however, he didn't seem to react much.

You could even say it's a little funny.

No?
One of the station chiefs in Iligo was a mole.

It's actually quite funny when you think about it.

"Okay, I'll take care of it, don't worry."

After hanging up the phone, Song Heping returned to the campfire.

The lamb was almost done roasting, sizzling and dripping oil over the fire, its golden color and enticing aroma making it irresistible.

Everyone returned gradually.

"We asked them all, and we've counted that a total of three people have had contact with air defense radar and know how to operate it."

Jiang Feng immediately reported the findings to Song Heping.

Song Heping shook his head: "No, that's not enough. We need at least thirty technicians, otherwise it won't be enough. I will get three sets of SAM-6 air defense missile systems, and each set will require at least a squad to operate."

"I asked them if they knew anyone skilled in missile operation, and they actually did..."

Jiang Feng said, "Those three had served in the air force air defense forces before joining their country's special forces, so they knew many of their comrades. I asked them if they would be willing to introduce their comrades to join the company, and they all said they would after hearing that it was a high-salary offer."

“Then have them make contact immediately. I need the personnel to be in place within three days,” Song Heping said. “After we finish eating, we’ll gather in the tents immediately. I need to plan the operation.”

"What operation?" the hunter couldn't help but ask.

Song Heping chuckled and said, "A robbery. Otherwise, where do you think our SAM missile systems came from?"

"Rob?"

The hunter's eyes nearly popped out of his head.

Song Heping nodded: "That's right. It's robbery. Why pay for it if you can just rob it? I won't feel guilty about robbing weapons from those extremist organizations."

He paused, then continued, "Three days ago, an armed group codenamed 'Desert Scorpion' received four SAM-6 systems on the Chadian border. These were secretly transferred to them by the US military through an arms dealer, and we seized them."

"Attack the armed group's camp and take it back?" Jiang Feng asked.

Song Heping said, "Are you stupid? An armed group that the Americans are willing to sponsor must be quite large. Are we going to fight them head-on with just 200 people? Even if we win, we'll lose a lot of lives. I'm going to buy it from them."

"purchase?"

Everyone looked at Song Heping in surprise.

"Buy it!" Song Heping said seriously. "Those armed groups are actually just trying to scam the Americans out of their equipment. As long as someone is willing to pay a high price, they will definitely resell these equipment. Then, after a while, they will tell the Americans that they lost it in battle and ask for more. They can make up some false accounts and report false numbers to get a few more sets."

"No way, would Americans be that stupid? To believe their nonsense?" Jiang Feng said incredulously.

Song Heping said, “The Americans aren’t stupid. But they’re pretending to be. If the Armed Forces Department reports false accounts, how do they report false accounts to their superiors? If the Armed Forces Department is fleecing, how do the Smiths in the US military fleece military spending? Losses are best; only with losses can there be purchases, and only with purchases can there be profits, understand?”

Jiang Feng was stunned for a moment, then blurted out, "Holy crap, this works?!"

(End of this chapter)