Mercenary I am the king

Chapter 116 Time and Place
That night, Song Heping decided to let Disaster Star and Hunter stay with him in Cook Oil Field.

Although both oil fields are now guarded by people, it is not safe to rely solely on local mercenaries. The company's core team members must be there to keep things under control.

Song Heping was somewhat skeptical of the fighting spirit of the local mercenaries in Irigo.

Fighting will has nothing to do with combat ability.

No matter how high your fighting ability is, if you lack the fighting will, you will only be able to fight in favorable battles.

The core team members are the stabilizing force.

Dinner was at Cook Field.

Since I have made a lot of money recently, the food is pretty good now.

The disaster star still has a good appetite.

Half a sheep...

"Boss, why don't you eat?"

When the hunter saw Song Heping suddenly stop, he thought the food was not to his liking.

"Are you tired of eating sheep?"

Song Heping shook his head: "Just watching the disaster star eat makes me feel full..."

Then he couldn't help but ask the hunter: "Does he always eat so much? I mean every meal... I think he eats at least half a sheep and a lot of naan bread for every meal..."

The naan bread at Yiligo is very big and very filling.

Song Heping believes that he can only eat two or three pounds of mutton and two naan bread when his appetite is good.

The disaster star could always eat half a sheep and five or six naan breads.

The hunter glanced at the disaster star and whispered, "He is sick..."

After saying that, he pointed to his head.

"Huh?" Song Heping was so shocked that he almost dropped the naan bread on the table. "He's sick and he's still a mercenary?"

I thought it best not to be a psychopath.

Psychopaths can't be in the team.

If I suddenly fall ill while on the battlefield one day, it would be terrible.

"No no no."

The hunter saw that Song Heping had obviously misunderstood.

So I explained, "He's a poor man with no family left. He served in the Caucasus Special Mountain Forces. After retiring, he couldn't make a living in his hometown, so he went to work as a mercenary outside the law. He and I were in the same company and squad. Later, we were deployed to Africa and experienced many battles together. When his contract was about to expire and he was about to retire and get his Gallic citizenship, he was hit by a roadside bomb and he held me to block the shrapnel, resulting in him being seriously injured."

"The other injuries were fine, but there was a shrapnel lodged in the back of his head, and I don't know where it was injured. The doctor said that although he's healed, there might be some effects. I observed him later, and apart from being a little quieter, there weren't any other changes. His appetite has also increased..."

"Oh……"

Song Heping couldn't help but feel emotional when listening to this tortuous story.

These two people can be considered as brothers in life and death.

No wonder the hunter is so protective of the disaster star and takes him with him wherever he goes.

The hunter saw that Song Heping just sighed, with no expression on his face, and thought that Song Heping had already formed an opinion about the disaster star, so he quickly guaranteed:

"Because of this, I swore I wouldn't let him go hungry as long as I had a bite to eat, so I took him with me wherever I went. Actually... he's not Boss Ke, it's just the previous bosses who got unlucky. Also, I've observed him for a long time, and he really doesn't have any other problems, I promise! He's a very loyal person."

Seeing the hunter getting nervous, Song Heping hurriedly explained, "Because of your friendship, I won't let you go. Don't worry. When I was born, a fortune teller told me that I had a very strong destiny and would live a long life."

"character?"

The hunter had never heard of this Chinese term.

Song Heping didn't know how to explain the word "eight characters" to him for a moment.

I could only say vaguely, "It just means I'm very lucky."

"I can rest assured that."

The hunter breathed a sigh of relief.

Disaster Star seemed to notice the two of them whispering and turned to look at them.

Song Heping quickly picked up a piece of lamb chop and waved it in his hand: "Eat, don't worry about us, eat as much as you want!"

The disaster star grinned with his big mouth full of mutton fat, and continued to work hard on the mutton.

The hunter asked, "Boss, I see you have such impressive military skills. You were in the special forces before, right?"

It’s really a matter of which pot should not be opened.

Song Heping actually doesn't want others to mention his past.

In his opinion, he had to leave the army out of necessity.

It has always been a pity.

So this is his concern.

"Yeah, with some training."

He did not respond directly.

When the hunter wanted to ask more questions, Song Heping's phone suddenly vibrated.

He took out his cell phone, dropped the mutton in his hand, and made a gesture to the hunter to keep quiet.

Then he stood up and walked aside.

"funeral?"

That's Nassim's voice.
"Well, it's me."

"I heard you're back in the oil fields?"

"Yes."

Song Heping said, "You are well-informed. Do you have anyone in my oil field?"

"Haha, guess."

Song Heping thought that the probability of having spies among the local mercenary group was very low.

After all, 300 of them were newcomers who had only arrived a few hours ago, and they were recruited randomly, so it was impossible for spies to have mixed in.

The previous 50 people were all Samir’s old comrades.

From Samir's perspective, it couldn't possibly be related to the Persians. Perhaps it was a nearby town or a village he passed by.

There's eyeliner in it.

This is inevitable.

After all, this is the north of Irigo, where good and bad people mix together.

People who support either faction will have it.

The Persians have been operating in this area for many years, so it is not surprising that they have cultivated local spies.

"There's no point in guessing. Tell me, are you planning to arrange a meeting between me and your superior?"

"you are right."

Nasim said, "My superior had not planned to meet you, but you are lucky. There happened to be something we might need your cooperation on, so he decided to meet you."

"Then I should thank your superior for his kindness." Song Heping said with a smile, "Have you ever told your superior that he is arrogant?"

"Arrogant? Sang, you should take a longer-term view and think more broadly. I can't explain it to you here, but if you get along well with my superiors in person, perhaps you'll understand why I said that."

Nasin's tone didn't sound fake, but rather serious.

This piqued Song Heping's interest.

in this way?

Then we really have to see what kind of person this so-called "superior" is.

"Okay. Let's meet then." Song Heping said, "Time and place."

Nasin said, "I'll send you the coordinates and time. When you come, don't bring too many people. Bring at most two bodyguards, otherwise the meeting will be cancelled."

"Row."

Song Heping couldn't help but say, "There are so many rules."

"Haha, then pay attention to the text messages."

Nasin's laughter was heard on the other end of the phone, and then the call was hung up.

Back at the dinner table, the hunter asked him, "Boss, what happened?"

Song Heping said, "I'm going out tonight."

"Would you like me to go with you?" the hunter asked.

Song Heping shook his head: "No need."

He thought about it for a while, got up and went out to call the cook to inform him of the matter. He also told him not to leak the news and to pay attention to security tonight.

When the cook heard that Song Heping was going alone, he was a little worried: "If you go alone, what if that guy Naxin digs a hole and buries you, you won't even be able to find your body."

Song Heping said, "I've thought about it. He won't do that. Don't worry, I'm confident. I'll go there by myself tonight, and you can look after the house."

"Okay, be careful." The cook thought for a moment and said, "But if anything really happens to you, I swear I will avenge you, no matter who the victim is. Because you are my good brother!"

His words warmed Song Heping's heart.

The chef is a bit irritable and arrogant, but when he is nice to you, he is really nice to you and is definitely not a two-faced person.

After dinner, Song Heping put on his bulletproof vest and installed his night vision goggles, replaced the batteries, and only brought a pistol, not even the MK18 assault rifle.

When handing the assault rifle to the hunter for safekeeping, he joked, "If I don't come back, this gun is yours."

The hunter said, "Boss, although I haven't been with you for a long time, you are someone worth following. Don't worry, if anything happens to you, I will find the person who killed you and kill him."

The hunter is a sniper.

Of course he has the ability.

Song Heping couldn't help but say, "The chef just said the same thing to me. Do you really think I will die? I said I have a very strong life."

The phone received the message quickly.

The location is about 40 kilometers from the northwest border, on the edge of a mountainous area.

The time is 9 o'clock in the evening.

The meeting point is about 100 kilometers away from the oil field.

Song Heping looked at his watch and it was already 7:05 in the evening.

The road here is difficult to walk on, so you need to reserve some time.

So he decided to set off early.

He instructed the hunter before getting in the car.

"Have the men from the Second Company set up the artillery tonight. You'll have to work hard tonight. Sleep less, patrol more, and consult and cooperate more with Ahmed."

"Don't worry, Boss, I'll do it."

The hunter made a promise.

Song Heping jumped into the car, started the car, stepped on the accelerator and drove towards the northwest.

A crescent moon rose in the distant sky, curved like a sickle, a bit like the Persian flag.

"What a coincidence..."

Song Heping murmured.

He personally thought it was safe for the meeting tonight.

The reason is simple: the Persians are interested in the oil fields.

They don't care about the lives of the people in the organizations they support.

Don't imagine that these people will have feelings for cannon fodder.

Therefore, there can only be one reason to kill himself, and that is to cause the security of the oil field to collapse.

But it was obvious that even if they buried themselves alive, the Persians would still have to face the cook's team and might not succeed.

Therefore, killing yourself is a very stupid act.

It’s better to cooperate with yourself.

This is the confidence that gives him the courage to go to the meeting alone.

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(End of this chapter)