Mercenary I am the king

Chapter 894 More money is needed!
Inside a temporary safe house in Butare, the capital of the Republic of Seine.

Song Heping stared at the map on the wall, his fingertips tapping lightly on the table, the rhythm like a countdown.

Hassan's intelligence brought the atmosphere in the room to a freezing point—the French Foreign Legion had intervened, government forces had launched a counterattack, opposition troops were being held back outside the city, and the capital had descended into anarchy.

"That's fucking ridiculous!"

Jiang Feng kicked over the chair, his face turning ashen.

"We're fucking stuck here!"

When he said he was "stuck here," he was clearly referring to the fact that everyone was caught up in this damned coup, which, due to the changing situation, had turned into a quagmire.

Getting out of there won't be easy.

Ferrari leaned against the wall, twirling his Glock 17 pistol in his hand: "We're caught in the middle. All the roads out of the city are blocked. The government forces are searching for us, and the opposition itself is in complete disarray."

Abdul clenched his fists, his knuckles turning white: "Lumar's troops are being held back by French mercenaries. They've deployed armed helicopters, and we have no anti-aircraft weapons..."

Song Heping remained silent, his gaze sweeping across the map before finally settling on the location of the Presidential Palace.

"We need to change our strategy."

A minute later, he finally spoke, his voice calm to the point of being cold.

Everyone looked at him.

“If we leave now, the coup will fail, and we will gain nothing.” Song Heping raised his eyes, his gaze sharp as a knife: “Our interests will be maximized if we support Duer to come to power. To help him come to power, we must reverse the current situation now.”

"How do we turn the tide?" Jiang Feng frowned. "The French have already intervened. They were able to mobilize the Foreign Legion so quickly, so they must have been prepared long ago. They have all kinds of weapons, while we only have a few pistols. Are we supposed to fight armed helicopters to the death?"

Song Heping sneered, "With French mercenaries on the front lines, the presidential palace is actually the most vulnerable place right now."

The room fell silent instantly.

Ferrari's pupils contracted slightly: "You mean..."

"Raid the presidential palace, kidnap Noel, and force him to resign."

Song Heping said, enunciating each word clearly.

Every word he uttered was like a hand grenade shoved into the heads of everyone present, instantly stunning them.

After a long silence, Abdul gasped, "Are you crazy?! The presidential palace has at least a company of guards!"

“But their attention is all outside the city right now.” Song Heping pointed to the map: “With the opposition army blocked, the government forces must think they have victory in their grasp, so the defense of the presidential palace won’t be too tight.”

"But we don't even have rifles!" Jiang Feng roared.

Song Heping didn't answer, but looked at Hassan: "How many of you are still in the city?"

Hassan hesitated for a moment before replying, "There are about two hundred scattered militiamen, but they only have AKs and RPGs; they have no heavy firepower."

“That’s enough.” Song Heping took out his satellite phone and dialed a number as he said, “But before that, I need to talk to someone.”

After saying that, he walked out of the room and disappeared through the door.

In the dilapidated corridor outside the door, the satellite phone was connected.

Ms. M's voice was calm and clear: "Song, the situation has changed."

“I know,” Song Heping said calmly. “The French have intervened.”

“Your situation is very dangerous,” Ms. M said. “But I think you should stay and help Duer take over.”

Stay?

This woman...

Of course she wanted to stay.

The British instigated this coup, yet they had not a single soldier or even a special operations team in the Republic of Seine. They were relying entirely on the opposition army there to fight them to the death, and then they would reap the rewards after the fight was successful.

What the hell...

These political shrewd old foxes, every single one of them, is hardly human. But thinking about it, it's quite in line with Britain's long-standing style—stirring up trouble without actually doing the dirty work themselves.

Since you're taking on the biggest risk, you should naturally expect the biggest return.

Song Heping had no intention of being polite to this old woman.

“Ms. M, the situation has now exceeded expectations, and the original conditions are no longer sufficient.”

There was a two-second silence on the other end of the phone: "Song, your appetite seems to be getting bigger and bigger..."

"Of course it's big." Song Heping said dismissively, "I'll do the hard work, while you're still comfortably drinking coffee in your office building in London, and then telling me my appetite is getting bigger and bigger?"

He paused, then continued, "I've lost an entire platoon, but that doesn't mean I can't afford such a loss, understand? I could walk away now, at most my reputation and the company's reputation would be damaged. But what will you do after I leave? Send the SAS or SBS to fight the French Foreign Legion? Or send your Royal Marines to fight them? Do you dare?"

Ms. M fell completely silent.

She knew very well that what Song Heping said was true.

Moreover, she knew Song Heping's temperament very well.

This Chinese man is a man of his word; never test his limits.

Otherwise, he would make a decision that would surprise everyone.

"What's your decision?" Song Heping glanced at his watch. "I don't have time to waste here with you. I'll give you ten seconds. Tell me if you agree or not. If you don't, I'll withdraw from Sena immediately! Don't forget, M, I'm your last hope."

"We can talk."

Ms. M's voice finally came from the other end of the phone.

"What do you want?"

“Mining areas,” Song Heping said directly, “After the opposition comes to power, I want the mining rights to three major mining areas, and double the area of ​​the previously promised northern base. You British people are not allowed to interfere with these matters.”

“You have quite an appetite,” Ms. M said with a hint of amusement.

“Risk and reward are proportional.” Song Heping said coldly, “The intervention of extrajudicial forces means that Noel is very likely to turn the tide. If we do not act quickly, the opposition will surely lose if we drag this out.”

Ms. M hesitated for a moment: "Okay, but you must make sure that Duer gets on stage."

"make a deal."

Song Heping hung up the phone and glanced at the starry sky outside.

Dark clouds drifted in, obscuring the moonlight and making the world even darker.

He returned to the room, looked around at everyone, and announced, "The terms are agreed. Now, we're going to pull off something big."

"big?"

Jiang Feng, Ferrari, and Collins looked at each other in bewilderment.

Song Heping walked to the map and pointed to the location of the Presidential Palace.

"We are going to attack the presidential palace."

He looked at Hassan: "What kind of support can your people provide?"

"presidential palace?!"

Everyone present was stunned.

"Are you crazy?!" Abdul almost shouted. "There are three whole companies of guards there, with armored vehicles and heavy weapons, and we only have this many men..."

He looked around.

Then look at Song Heping.

His expression was as if he had seen a patient who had just escaped from a mental hospital.

(End of this chapter)