Mercenary I am the king

Chapter 852 Exchange
three days later.

Persia, a secret camp of the Revolutionary Guard.

Moradi's teacup clattered on the tray.

His hands were shaking.

The intelligence officer, with his graying temples, stared at the file folder in Afanti's hand, his Adam's apple bobbing as if something was blocking his trachea, giving him a feeling of suffocation.

He knew very well that he was in deep trouble.

"Four years and seven months."

Afanti used a paper cutter to cut open the seal, pulled out a file, and threw one of the sheets of paper onto the table.

"The ballerina you 'bumped into' in Munich was actually a CIA agent."

He pulled out the photo and threw it on the coffee table.

"Should I continue reading your spending record from last year at the Four Seasons Hotel in Istanbul?"

Moradi's gaze began to glaze over, his breathing became rapid, and a bead of sweat the size of a bean slowly slid down his temple.

"You have disappointed me greatly, Moradi."

Afanti shook his head.

Judging from Moradi's reaction just now, he knew that Song Heping's intelligence was correct.

The one in front of you is the mole.

There is no doubt about it.

He felt a sudden, inexplicable pang of heartache.

“You were one of my most outstanding company commanders when I was in the special operations battalion. I was the one who promoted you to work in the border intelligence department. This time, you were the person in charge of the border rendezvous when you were sent to Persia. But I never expected that you would betray me.”

Afanti stood up, braced his hands on the table, leaned forward slightly, and his face was almost touching Moradi's nose.

Every strand of his gray hair and beard was so clear in Moradi's eyes, yet each one exuded intense killing intent.

Moradi suddenly lunged at his sidearm, but was struck on the neck by the butt of a rifle by a guard behind him.

puff-

As he convulsed on the ground like a stranded fish, Afanti slowly sat back down in his seat and turned to the second page of the file.

"Interestingly, just ten minutes after we arrested you, the US embassy issued a diplomatic note."

Afanti stood up and walked to Moradi's side.

The hard military boots rolled over Moradi's fingers.

"It seems Song Heping was right; our intelligence system is indeed riddled with holes."

At this point, he suddenly sighed.

Tuk-tuk-tuk——

A rapid knocking interrupted the interrogation.

"Come in."

Afanti turned and looked towards the door.

A glimmer of hope flashed in Moradi's cloudy eyes.

The knocking was so urgent that it was clearly something very important.

Perhaps Americans will find other ways to save themselves...

His mind was filled with endless imagination.

However, this dreamlike fantasy, like a soap bubble, was quickly extinguished by the soldiers who burst in—several ferocious soldiers from the Persian Revolutionary Guard Special Operations Brigade escorted in a blond man with a blood-covered face.

“Mr. Afanti, we caught this man near Morady’s residence. He is an assassin sent by the CIA.”

Afanti glanced at the blond man, then at the disheveled Moradi, shook his head, and said in a sarcastic tone, "Look, they're not even willing to put in the effort to rescue you, but instead have prepared a 'scavenger' for you."

Moradi began to tremble in despair, his body shaking like a flame in the wind.

Afanti approached the blond man, sized him up, and coldly winked at the officers and soldiers beside him: "Take him out and deal with him."

Several officers and soldiers, like wolves and tigers, dragged the person out again, just as they had brought him in earlier.

Afanti took out a piece of paper and a pen, gestured to his men to help Moradi up and sit at the table, and then threw the paper and pen in front of him.

“Write down everything you know, the names of all the moles within our ranks. If you tell the truth, you might get a life sentence instead of death.”

Moradi stared at the paper and pen on the table, like a clay sculpture, without making any reaction for a long time. Afanti seemed to have noticed something.

He knew that Moradi must still have a fatal weakness that the Americans had grasped, otherwise he wouldn't be holding on and not turning against them now.

Just as he was about to move on to the next step, the roar of a helicopter suddenly came from afar outside the window.

Soon someone came and knocked on the door.

"The guest has arrived, Mr. Afanti."

"Oh!"

Afanti nodded.

When he turned to Moradi again, he seemed to have lost interest in continuing the interrogation himself. Instead, he gave a wink to the officer next to him and then turned and left.

I left the building and stepped into the sunlight.

In the distance, a MI-17 helicopter had already landed on the open ground of the training field.

The helicopter door opened, and Song Heping appeared in Afanti's sight with Antonov and Nura.

He opened his arms, revealing a bright smile like the sun.

"My friend, my good brother."

Song Heping stepped forward and hugged Afanti, then shook hands with him.

"So, have you caught the mole?"

"We've caught them." Afanti pointed to the buildings in the distance. "They're still interrogating them."

Song Heping said, "When you find a cockroach in the kitchen, there's probably already a whole nest of them in the corner. My old friend, you should start thinking about how to clean your room."

Afanti sighed and said, "To kill cockroaches, you must first find their nest. Only when you find it can you wipe them out in one go."

Song Heping's lips moved as if he wanted to say something, but in the end he said nothing.

The Revolutionary Guard's extensive infiltration is certainly not something that can be solved simply by finding the cockroach nest.

However, there are some things that touch the soul that he can't quite say.

After all, he was just a guest.

“You are a tactical expert. Since you’re here, I invite you to assist me in this investigation. Consider it a favor to eliminate the spies lurking in our Revolutionary Guard.”

Afanti made his request.

Then Bu Wang stuffed a candy into Song Heping's hand: "I know very well the purpose of your trip. What you want is a Middle Eastern arms smuggling channel. No problem, I promise you. The two smuggling routes controlled by our Revolutionary Guard will be fully open to your company. As long as you give us reasonable shipping fees, you will receive the arms you want in any country in Africa or even the Middle East. But as for other parts of the world, I can't help you."

The bargaining chips had already been laid out, and Song Heping knew that if he didn't agree, he would be being incredibly unreasonable.

The secret transport channels that the Revolutionary Guard invested in building over the years were opened up at the cost of a huge amount of manpower, resources, and even lives.

The fact that Afanti was so generous in sharing it shows that he genuinely wanted to win me over.

If someone tries to win you over, it's because you have value.

To demonstrate one's value, one must naturally help others.

There's no such thing as a free lunch; you have to pay a price to get something.

"No problem, I'll stay here until I help you solve this problem before I leave."

“Don’t rush off, you are absolutely safe with me,” Afanti said. “Have you ever thought about settling down in Persia? I can help you start a family and settle down. After all, you can’t go back to your homeland now, so you can consider this.”

"I think we should focus on the most urgent matter at hand and help you get rid of the cockroaches first."

Song Heping changed the subject by making a sweeping motion.

He won't be fooled.

That old fox, Nasreddin, wanted to settle down in Persia.

Once she settles down, she'll truly be at his mercy.

"Okay, it's a deal!"

Afanti was also a smart man. A smart man doesn't need to expose everything and make things awkward for each other.

He had already realized that Song Heping was unwilling to submit to him.

Since that's the case, there's no need to force it.

Someone like Song Heping cannot be contained by himself.

(End of this chapter)