Mercenary I am the king

Chapter 118 Make a friend
In the Arab world, "Avanti" is not a name, but a respectful title for wise men or people of high status.

From this address, Song Heping roughly guessed that the gray-haired man in front of him was not an ordinary Polish special forces officer.

The man finally opened his eyes and his gaze fell on Song Heping. After a brief look, he smiled kindly.

That's right.

It's a very kind smile.

This is an aura that is very difficult to feel from a special forces commander.

Generally, people in special forces have murderous intent.

You can feel it as long as you get close.

The person in front of him was extremely majestic and at the same time had an indescribable sense of affinity.

It’s like when you go to meet someone, even though it’s the first time you meet, you feel like you’ve known each other for a long time.

"Salam."

The man called "Avanti" stood up and stretched out his hand.

"You're Chinese, so you should be an atheist, right? Then I won't greet you with traditional etiquette. Let's shake hands."

Song Heping knew what "Salam" meant. It was a greeting, equivalent to "Hello" in Chinese.

He quickly extended his hand to shake the other person's, and replied, "Salam."

"Please take a seat."

Afanti asked Song Heping to sit down.

There are no stools here.

Song Heping sat cross-legged on the carpet.

"Nasim, have them serve tea and prepare some cakes."

"Yes, Mr. Avanti."

Nasin no longer looked like a special forces officer at this moment, but was as respectful as a servant.

He turned and left the room with an attendant to prepare tea.

"I hope you don't mind taking the liberty of bringing you here." Mr. Afanti continued, "Because of my identity, I can't run around..."

Having said that, he suddenly smiled and pointed outside the door.

"I'm not even as free as Nasim and the others."

After hearing this, Song Heping's tense nerves relaxed and he couldn't help but laugh.

"You are a person of high status. I guess your security advisor asked you to be careful, right?"

Afanti nodded. "You're right. Sometimes you don't care as much about your own life as others do."

Song Heping said: "Afanti should not be your real name."

The other party laughed when he heard this.

"A name is just a symbol, it's not important."

"So what is the most important thing?" Song Heping continued to ask.

Afanti said: "Faith and ideals. One can make your life more meaningful, and the other can give you more motivation. The others are unimportant."

Song Heping smiled and said, "It seems that you are an idealist and a devout believer."

Afanti spread his hands and said, "Everyone has their own identity in this world. Different people have different opinions on my identity. Some call me a devil, some think I'm an angel, some see me as an enemy, and some see me as a friend. My dear, none of this matters, right? People always have two sides."

I have to admit that this old man has a very high theoretical level.

Song Heping thought it made a lot of sense.

At this time, Nasin came back.

The attendant next to him held a plate in both hands, on which were placed several plates of snacks and a large silver teapot.

Nasin picked up the teapot with his uninjured hand, respectfully poured tea for the two of them, said "Enjoy your meal", and was about to leave when he was stopped by Afanasiy.

"Nasin."

"I'm here, Mr. Avanti."

"Child, come here."

Nasin hurried forward and squatted beside Avanti.

Avanti took out two bottles of medicine from his pocket and handed them to Nasin.

"I heard you were injured. This painkiller is very good. It's not convenient for you to get it in Yiligo, so I brought some for you while I was here."

"Thank you, sir."

Nasin suddenly became excited, stretched out his trembling hands to take the two bottles of medicine, kept saying thank you and lowered his head.

Song Heping saw everything and thought to himself that it was no wonder this man was so respected. With just two bottles of painkillers, he probably wouldn't even blink an eye if he asked Nasin to die for him in the future.

After Nasin left, Afanti looked at the cakes in front of him and made an invitation gesture: "Mr. Song, would you like to try some? They are all our authentic Persian snacks, very delicious, especially this cake."

As he spoke, he reached out and picked up a small piece of Persian cake and handed it to Song Heping.

Cut cake?

Song Heping's eyes lit up.

Although I don't like sweets very much, I still accepted it out of politeness.

"Then I would be disrespectful."

The two of them drank tea and ate cakes, and the atmosphere suddenly became relaxed.

"Mr. Afanti, you took so much trouble to find me this time. You don't just want to have some tea and cakes with me, do you?"

"Haha." Afanti laughed: "I can see that you are a straightforward person. I admire your character very much. I believe we can become friends."

Afanasiy said this, picking up the teacup and taking a sip.

"Speak frankly, then. I've read Nashin's operational report. According to the intelligence I have, there are no more than fifty, less than sixty, men in your oil fields. Fifty of them are local Irigo mercenaries. With such a small force, you were able to defeat the assault of two companies led by Nashin. I've reviewed the tactical analysis and believe you're an exceptional military talent. Can you tell me why the Chinese special forces were willing to let someone of your caliber leave?"

"Because we have too many talented people there." Song Heping said self-deprecatingly, "People like me are completely insignificant there."

His answer made Afanti slightly stunned.

Immediately, Afanti burst into laughter.

"You're a man of great honor. Even here, you're still upholding the reputation of your former unit. I'm also a special operations veteran. If talents like you are common in China, then your country's military capabilities must be truly top-tier."

"We were already top-tier," Song Heping said. "We made it to the permanent five. We've challenged powerful nations, including the Americans, who are number one."

"Hahahaha!"

Afanasiy laughed out loud again.

Even the guard at the door couldn't help but peek inside.

I don't know why my usually serious boss laughed so much in such a short time tonight.

"Okay, I admit that you Chinese are very powerful. That's why I called you here."

"Are you planning to recruit me as an instructor?" Song Heping asked half-jokingly.

Avanti said: "If you like."

He spread his arms.

"Welcome to my Quds Brigade. I will apply for a good enough salary and treatment for you to ensure that you live comfortably in Persia."

"It's a shame I have to run my own company now," Song Heping said.

Afanti said: "Or, you can send someone to serve as a military advisor to my brigade."

Song Heping's mind was spinning rapidly.

Listen to this...

Is there a trap?

"No," Song Heping refused. "If my company provides you with military training services, the CIA will probably come knocking on my door within a month."

"They've already contacted you," Afanti said. "Perhaps you don't understand your current situation, my friend. You've already offended the CIA."

Song Heping was silent.

Because what Avanti said was right.

I know this clearly in my heart.

"I believe you were able to secure the contracts for the two oil fields because you possess considerable capabilities and cleverly exploited the relationship between Blackwater International and the Kurds. However, even if you secured these two oil fields, under the influence of the CIA and Blackwater International, it would be difficult for you to secure other contracts from the Irigo Interim Administration Council."

"$180 million a month is enough for me," said Song Heping.

Afanti shook his head: "No, you are very ambitious, I won't be wrong. 180 million can't satisfy your appetite."

Song Heping remained noncommittal.

In fact, he himself was not sure whether he was as ambitious as Afanti said. However, he was quite comfortable as the boss of this defense company.

There's nothing wrong with that.

"So, you want to take care of my business?"

"Why not? I have enough resources here. As long as you cooperate and become my friend, you can walk freely in Persia."

When Afanasiy said this, it didn't sound like a joke at all.

The speaker is intentional, and the listener is also intentional.

Walking sideways in Persia?
A map of the Middle East immediately appeared in Song Heping's mind.

Persia…

Doesn't this mean that arms can be smuggled out from here?

Across Persia is Central Asia.

The cook's friends can easily transport arms to anywhere they want through Central Asia.

Wouldn’t this transportation route be opened up?
With this backer, not to mention selling arms to the Russians, even the Middle East can be transited through Persia.

But this kind of partnership needs to be handled with caution.

After all, if the Americans knew about this, we would be in big trouble.

"Tell me your conditions." Song Heping said, "I don't believe in free lunches."

"Of course not." Afanti said, "Let me show you something first."

He turned around, opened a low cabinet beside him, took out a document from it, and placed it in front of Song Heping.

"Look." said Afanasiy.

Song Heping picked it up puzzled and opened it.

What’s very thoughtful is that there is a piece of information in Chinese on it.

It is the information of a person named Hassan.

According to the information, this person was a senior official in the former Shadamu government.

He held important positions in the military.

Finally, he served as a senior commander in Shadamu's army.

It contains photos, resume, blood type, height, former names, etc.

Song Heping asked, "Who is he?"

Afanti said, "This is the person I'm looking for. If you can bring him back to me, I promise to give you a large reward, and you can become my friend. I mean a real friend."

Song Heping said, "You give me some information and ask me to find him and bring him back? I don't even know where this person is."

"I'll give you the address."

"He's in Irigo?"

"No, he's in Chicken Country."

Song Heping immediately understood.

I see……

People are in the country of native chickens.

Obviously he escaped.

But if such a person were really discovered in the Turkish Kingdom, he would definitely be detained and sent back to the Irigo coalition.

The Persians wanted this person, but it was inappropriate to send someone to Turkey themselves.

It’s not that they don’t have enough manpower or ability.

It's just that they are afraid of something happening.

Find a mercenary company like yours.

If there are any problems in the future, he can just shift the blame and clear himself of all blame.

"We are connected to the Tuji border. You just need to bring your people to the border and we can pick you up openly."

Afanti gave Song Heping some reassurance.

"We will provide all the funds and weapons needed for your operations."

"Can you also provide passports and fake identities?"

Song Heping was the first to think of this.

A few days ago, I was racking my brains to think of how to create a fake identity that would not be exposed.

"Of course, everything."

"So, will this fake identity belong to me if the operation is successful?"

"It's yours, you can use it forever."

“Will he be recognized?”

"This one……"

Afanti thought about it and quickly gave an answer.

"A fake identity isn't a fake passport. The fake identity we provide is genuine. That is, the person is about your age and has a similar background, but the original owner is deceased, and we assign it to you. We'll even provide the person's detailed upbringing and background. As long as you read it carefully and memorize it, you'll basically be fine. We can even provide your fingerprints and help you create fake fingerprints to fool fingerprint recognition. That way, no one would be able to discover the flaw unless they took your photo to the original owner's birthplace and traced the clues all the way back to their birthplace."

"That's so good..."

Song Heping was moved.

This fake identity is simply perfect.

I've heard that intelligence agencies keep a batch of these fake identities like insects.

In the country where the fake identity is located, it may even be a living corpse with a social code and ID number. It may even continue to work in certain companies or study in school, existing on the blue planet just like a real human being.

When these fake identities are needed, the agents will choose one of them, memorize their own information, and "substitute" themselves into it.

Just as Afanti said, the chance of this fake identity being discovered is extremely low.

"The only benefit I'll get from helping you with this is 'friendship'?"

Song Heping closed the document.

He felt that since it was not easy for Afanti to accomplish, it must be difficult to do.

What's more, people are still in the country of chickens.

We have to go there to arrest people and send them to the border.

Not easy to handle.

Just the phrase "make friends" can make you work so hard?

Not worth it!

When something goes wrong, he has to take the blame and there is no one to rescue him.

Loss-making business!

His response surprised Afanti.

The title of "friend" was not given to me casually.

The young Chinese man in front of me actually refused!

How many people are lining up to climb up this big tree of theirs.

He even disdains to do so!

Did he know who he was rejecting?

Afanti was embarrassed for a while, then he coughed twice and said, "There is also a reward, which is very generous."

"How much?" Song Heping asked.

"Five hundred thousand dollars." Afanti stretched out five fingers.

Song Heping smiled and said, "I earn $90 a month from an oil field security contract, and I don't have to take the risk of going to Tuji."

"..." Afanti thought for a moment and said, "One million!"

Song Heping said, "I know that if anything goes wrong, I'll be dead. And this person is very important to you, right?"

"One million is already very high." The smile on Afanti's face disappeared, and the gentleness also disappeared. What remained was only coldness and majesty: "Don't ask for an exorbitant price!"

The temperature in the room suddenly dropped.

　Asking for a monthly ticket!

　　
　
(End of this chapter)