Mercenary I am the king

Chapter 902 As expected

The second dawn after the coup came unusually quietly.

Song Heping stood outside the tent, watching the first light of dawn in the east. The morning air was slightly cool, but very refreshing, with a pleasant and invigorating feeling.

He looked at his watch.

It was already 6:30 in the morning.

The Ferrari should have already crossed the border, he thought.

The videotapes and audio recordings, sealed in waterproof bags, lay quietly in Ferrari's tactical backpack, like a time bomb that could destroy Lumar and Touré's political lives at any moment.

Five minutes later, billowing yellow dust appeared in the distance.

Several trucks and two jeeps appeared in the distance.

"Very punctual..."

Song Heping had already anticipated that Lumar and his men would make their move this morning.

Without saying a word, he turned and went back into his tent, sat down again at the camp table, picked up the coffee pot, and filled three cups that had been prepared beforehand with hot coffee.

When Lumar and more than twenty fully armed soldiers surrounded the tent, only Song Heping was left inside.

"what?"

Lumar was taken aback.

He quickly looked around, fearing that Song Heping's men might be lying in ambush near the tent.

He had reservations about the owner of this defense company.

After all, the guy who could infiltrate the capital Butare with just a few people and even storm into the presidential palace to kidnap former President Noel is someone who cannot be understood from a normal perspective.

He gestured to his men, signaling them to immediately surround the tent and search the surrounding area to prevent any accidents.

Seeing that a whole company of soldiers had spread out and surrounded the tent, Lumar felt a little relieved and stepped into the tent.

"There's no ambush outside, don't worry. There's no need to act like we're facing a major enemy. It's just me."

Song Heping was sitting at a folding table with a satellite phone, a manila envelope, and a loaded Glock 17 in front of him, while his AK74U assault rifle was placed next to a cot at the other end of the tent.

Lumar looked slightly embarrassed upon hearing this. He was wearing a brand-new military uniform with a newly designed badge of the opposition pinned to his chest, and his beard was meticulously trimmed, giving him the air of a victor.

"Good morning, Mr. Song."

His smile looked somewhat stiff.

"I heard your companions have all gone missing?"

Song Heping slowly picked up his coffee, took a sip, and then gestured to the chair opposite him: "Sit down, Colonel... no, I should call you General now. The coffee's still hot."

Lumar's previous military rank was colonel.

However, since Noel announced his resignation yesterday, the opposition and government forces have stopped fighting, and the French have retreated to Butare, indicating that the coup has basically succeeded.

As a reward for his merits, Duer promoted Lumar to the rank of major general on the spot.

Lumar didn't dare to move.

Song Heping moved the coffee cup closer to him.

As his hand brushed against the Glock 17 pistol on the table, the soldier behind Lumar nervously raised his gun.

"take it easy."

Song Heping smiled and pushed a file folder across the table.

"I know what you're going to do, but you'd better take a look at this before you do it."

Lumar looked suspiciously at the file folder, then glanced around the tent again.

Only after confirming there was no danger did he sit down opposite Song Heping.

"Look, don't worry, it's not a bomb, there are no booby traps inside." Song Heping still looked at the self-proclaimed clever little man in front of him with a contemptuous smile.

Lumar reached out and took the file folder.

When he pulled out the photo, his face turned deathly pale.

The photos clearly document his secret meeting with British intelligence officials in a neighboring country, and even include photocopies of bank transfer records.

“This is impossible.” Lumar’s fingers trembled slightly. “How could you…?”

"There's more to come."

Song Heping picked up the satellite phone, quickly dialed a number, and then pressed the hands-free button.

The phone rang quickly after it was answered.

Song Heping pointed to the phone and said, "Why don't we just ask Ms. M directly?"

The phone was answered quickly after only one ring, as if the other party had been waiting for this call.

"Good morning, Mr. Song."

Ms. M's British accent came through the speaker, carrying a hint of barely perceptible tension.

“Ms. M, your partner, General Lumar, is pointing a gun at me right now.” Song Heping’s voice was as calm as if he were discussing the weather. “Do you have anything to say to Lumar? He’s right in front of me, with a company surrounding my tent.”

There was silence on the other end of the phone for two seconds.

"General Lumar."

Ms. M's voice suddenly turned cold and official.

"The British government has never authorized any action against Mr. Song and his team. Any such action is a unilateral decision by the opposition and has nothing to do with our country."

Lumar's face turned from white to red, and veins bulged on his forehead: "You clearly said—"

“General!”

Ms. M interrupted sharply, "Watch your words. All cooperation between our country and your side is based on legality and transparency."

Song Heping, observing Lumar's changing expressions, interjected at the opportune moment: "Ms. M, I have a recording on hand, documenting General Lumar's conversation last night. They discussed in detail how to purge my team after the coup and how to divide up the northern mining areas."

The sound of papers turning over could be heard from the other end of the phone; Ms. M seemed to be quickly looking up something.

"Mr. Song."

Her tone suddenly softened: "This is clearly a misunderstanding. I can assure you that the British government absolutely respects your and your team's legitimate rights in the Republic of Seine."

“That’s good,” Song Heping said with a smile. “In that case, I hope to attend the mediation meeting between you and the French in Butare in a few days. After all, my troops now control three mining areas in the north and the Semmer Mountains, and I have the right to speak on behalf of the local… uh… security contractors.”

The tent was deathly silent.

Lumar stared wide-eyed, his lips moving silently, like a fish out of water.

"Your troops?"

Ms. M's voice rose noticeably by eight octaves.

Just then, an officer rushed into the tent and whispered a few words in Lumar's ear.

Lumar's expression grew even more grim.

"The report states that more than two thousand armed men have crossed the border from the Darfur direction and occupied the mining area."

His voice was so dry it felt like he had a handful of sand in his throat.

Song Heping leaned back comfortably in his chair: "Ah, it seems my colleagues are quite efficient."

He added into the phone, "Ms. M, I advise your air force not to approach the Seymour Mountains today. My men have just deployed two SAM-6 air defense systems there, and the radar isn't fully operational yet. It would be disastrous if they accidentally shot down a British aircraft."

I heard the sound of a cup being knocked over and a series of hurried whispers on the other end of the phone.

(End of this chapter)