Mercenary I am the king

Chapter 127: Bakda's Upper Class Society
"Is it Mr. Song?"

The person on the other end of the line was Turner speaking English with a slight Irish accent.

Song Heping was quite surprised that Turner called him at this time.

"Mr. Turner? Yes, I'm Song Heping."

"I heard that you eliminated the Freedom Army last night?"

"We didn't eradicate it, we just took down its headquarters."

Song Heping quickly corrected him, but he was wondering in his heart why this old man was so anxious to call and ask about this?
That's right.

The attack on the Free Army was done by the "Musician" Defense, but absolutely no one knew the results of the cooperation between the Persians and themselves.

So he did not hide it, and when he returned to the oil field, he reported the situation to Wood Energy's branch in Bakda by email.

After all, this is a matter of establishing authority, in order to warn those evil spirits on the border so that they don't think about causing trouble in the oil fields all day long.

I didn't expect Turner to call and ask about this in person.

"Mr. Turner, I've explained it clearly in the report. This organization has attacked our oil fields multiple times, causing considerable damage. For future safety, we took the initiative and eliminated their management..."

"Oh! I've read the report." Turner said, "You misunderstood. I'm not here to explain this to you. There's a pool party at the Republic Palace tonight, and some old friends of mine want to meet you."

Perhaps Turner was worried that Song Heping would not come, so he specifically explained the importance of coming to Bakda.

"These are the heads of major corporations who are coming to Irigo to participate in the reconstruction project. It would do you no harm to meet them."

At this point, the meaning is very clear.

They are all high-ranking officials of large companies, so you have to come and meet them. Otherwise, not only will you not give them face, but you will also miss the opportunity.

Of course Song Heping would not refuse. He thought Turner would think he was too impulsive to destroy the Freedom Army's headquarters.

So it’s about introducing business?!
That works!

Or a pool party.

The pool party at the Republic Palace is a place where important people go.

Senior officials of the Interim Governing Council, senior US military officers in Iraq, senior officials of the United Nations Security Council, and senior officials of various PMC companies are, at the very least, famous reporters of major media outlets.

"Okay, I'll go back right away."

"OK, then we'll meet by the pool at 8 o'clock tonight. Oh, by the way, there's one more thing. I've requested two spots for your company, and the invitation card has been faxed to your company. Just pick it up when you get back."

"Thank you, Mr. Turner. I will be there tonight."

After they hung up the phone, the cook came over and asked, "What's going on? Is that Turner? Why did this old man look for you? Did he know about the incident in Altiye Village?"

"Yeah. He knows." Song Heping held the phone, but in his heart he was thinking about the meeting tonight: "Turner invited me back to Bakda to attend a cocktail party by the swimming pool of the Republic Palace tonight."

"A cocktail party?"

The cook's eyes lit up.

"That's where the big shots go."

Song Heping saw it.

The cook was very excited.

He wants to go.

After all, the chef is the most suitable person to handle this kind of socializing.

The last time I saw Nancy, I was able to coax the old woman into a rapture with just a few words and a few home-cooked dishes.

In this regard, Song Heping admits that he is not as good as the chef.

"Let's go together."

"Great!"

The cook immediately ordered White Bear, "You two should keep an eye on the oil fields tonight. Sang and I will go to the Palace of the Republic."

White Bear was unhappy: "Why? You go and enjoy yourself, while we stay here, enjoying the wind and eating sand. Sang, take me with you. I haven't been to the Republic Palace to attend a pool party! I heard there are beautiful women there..."

Before he could finish his words, the white bear screamed.

His ears were twisted into a knot by Yulia who was standing beside him.

"Andre, you're treating me like I don't exist, right?!"

"It hurts... Yulia... Let go... I was just saying it casually... My ears are going to be twisted off, you crazy woman..."

Song Heping had long been accustomed to the Bai Xiong couple's unique way of flirting.

Lovers always fight and quarrel, and then make up with hugs and kisses.

There is nothing that can't be solved by pressing the bed board once. If there is, press it a few more times...

So he said to the cook, "Let's go. We have to go back and see how the new office building is doing."

The new office was rented by Ferrari and is located on the southeast side of the Green Zone, close to the Tigris River.

The rent here is quite expensive.

but……

Song Heping has had good luck recently, as Yusuf helped him find this house.

It was originally a three-story building, a barracks used by the guards of the Palace of the Republic to rest while on duty, but is now idle.

The house that originally cost $3000 a month now only costs $1000 to rent to Song Heping and his family.

Where can I find such a good thing?

This made Song Heping sigh that he really relies on his parents at home and relies on his brothers when he goes out.

I have no parents anymore, so I can only rely on my brothers in this life.

The journey back to Bakda was smooth.

The US military has recently intensified its offensive against northwestern cities. In order to transport troops, it has increased security on the highway leading to Mosul. There is a checkpoint every ten kilometers. US soldiers and ICDC troops conduct strict inspections of passing vehicles. Some intersections leading to the warring cities are all closed, and no vehicles other than the military are allowed to enter.

After returning to the city of Bakda, everyone's tense nerves finally relaxed a little.

After all, it is Bakhtaq, the capital, and the security situation here is certainly better than other places.

The off-road vehicle was driving eastward along the urban highway. When it was still six kilometers away from the green zone, gunshots suddenly rang out in front without any warning.

"Pull over! Pull over!"

When Song Heping determined that the gunshots were still far away from his SUV and that his current location was not the scene of the crime, he immediately ordered the cook to drive the car to the side of the road and stop.

At this time, there are houses on both sides of the road, and there are trees next to the houses.

Since it was afternoon and traffic was heavy, it was definitely not possible to turn around and run away.

The safest thing to do is to move to the side and look for cover.

The shooting was definitely not aimed at me. Judging from the sound, it was about two or three hundred meters away.

I'm just afraid of stray bullets.

As long as you don't get hit by stray bullets, you're usually safe.

The three of them parked the car next to a tree and quickly found a corner of a house to hide in.

Song Heping and the cook were responsible for guarding one direction each. Ferrari only had a pistol, so he was sandwiched between the two.

The three of them were very calm.

Since they are not coming for me, I just need to wait for ten or twenty minutes. The US military or ICDC patrol will arrive at the scene, and I can leave then.

The three of them had legal documents on them, so the soldiers would not make things difficult for them.

Such attacks were common in Irigo.

Sometimes, while driving, there would be a fight in front of us, and the cars behind us would turn around and run if they could, or hide if they couldn't. Once the fighting was over, those who needed to die had died, those who needed to run had fled, and the militants had slipped away, we would then get out and get in our cars and continue on our way.

It's war.

It can also make people numb.

Song Heping was particularly nervous when he saw the attack in Yiligo for the first time.

Now it's as common as seeing a traffic accident.

"I wonder which unlucky guy got attacked again."

The cook and Ferrari were squatting in the corner and were so bored that they started making bets.

"Let's take a gamble and guess whether it was the US military or the ICDC that was attacked?"

Because these two types of people are most likely to be attacked on the road.

"How much is the bet?"

"$200."

"I guess it's the American army."

"I'm guessing it's ICDC."

At the end, the cook asked Song Heping: "Sang, do you want to place a bet?"

Song Heping said: "He is an official of the Provisional Management Committee, and his position is not high."

The cook frowned. "Why?"

Song Heping said, "Didn't you hear the gunfire subside? They're still moving, which means the attackers are on the run. Such a brief exchange of fire is a direct assassination attack. If it were an attack on the US military and the ICDC, the exchange of fire would be much longer, and would usually be accompanied by roadside bombs."

"Makes sense!"

After hearing this, the cook suddenly understood.

“An expert is an expert!”

Ferrari was unconvinced and said, "That may not be true! Let's go and take a look after the gunfire stops."

The three of them are also very brave.

Less than five minutes later, the gunfire really stopped.

The numb crowd began to walk to the side of the road and look in the direction of the battle.

No one dared to go back on the road yet.

In order to verify the results, Ferrari continued to drive towards the scene of the shootout.

Song Heping and the cook loaded their guns and were ready to engage in a firefight at any time.

After driving less than 300 meters, the three men saw the scene of a gunfight.

A black Honda was parked on the road with its right door open. A slightly fat middle-aged man was lying face down beside the car, his back riddled with bullet holes and blood all over the ground.

Inside the Honda sedan, the driver leaned back in his seat, his mouth slightly open, his eyes wide open in terror. His chest was covered in blood, and the windshield was riddled with bullet holes. He was already dead...

"They're not from the ICDC, nor are they from the US military..."

Song Heping looked at the corpse lying on the ground with mixed feelings.

Two lives, less than five minutes of fighting.

Just die.

This man has a family too, right?

After that, everything went smoothly and we returned to the Green Zone.

“This new office is great!”

The cook walked into the new office and looked at the surrounding decoration, feeling very satisfied.

In fact, Song Heping thought it was just average.

But it is definitely much better than a container house.

The first floor is the office area, with several desks outside, each with a computer. There are also printers, fax machines and other necessary equipment.

It looks like a company.

There is a separate office on the first floor.

There are two large executive chairs, two large executive desks, and a separate computer.

It really looks like that.

The three of them went up to the second floor.

The second floor is the accommodation area.

Because this place was originally a place for guards to be on duty, the interior structure was originally like a barracks. After placing the beds and cabinets, it was no different from an ordinary barracks room.

"Tomorrow I'll take you to see the newly rented Ilda warehouse. From now on, it will serve as our gathering point. The company's local mercenaries can gather there and depart for missions. This will save a lot of trouble."

Ferrari explained his arrangement.

Because the procedures for entering the Green Zone are very complicated.

Not only is the procedure complicated to issue passes for hundreds of local mercenaries in Irigo, but if any of these people causes trouble, the "Musician" Defense Department will not be able to shirk the blame.

For mercenaries recruited in a place like Irigo, no one can guarantee whether he has some private connection with any organization.

This must be guarded against.

After looking at the new office, they went to a restaurant in the Green Zone to get some food and sat there waiting until 7:50 in the evening, when a Ferrari drove them to the Palace of the Republic.

After the guards checked the two people's invitation cards, they let them enter the palace.

The swimming pool is located in the center of the garden right in front of the Palace of the Republic.

Because the Palace of the Republic and several nearby buildings are currently the offices of the Provisional Governing Council and the Interim Government, and even the headquarters of the coalition forces in Iraq is here, the defense is extremely tight. Unlike the chaotic scene outside the Green Zone, there is singing and dancing here, and there are dinners and cocktail parties every few days.

Cocktail parties are usually held by the swimming pool in the garden, with long tables filled with various cakes and snacks, as well as various alcoholic beverages such as champagne and red wine.

Originally, alcohol was regulated in Irigo due to religious issues, but this place is a green zone.

The green zone is a special zone.

People here are also privileged.

Not to mention alcohol, if you have money you can even get women and drugs in Bakda.

It's a crazy world.

After entering the gate of the Palace of the Republic, Song Heping and the cook walked straight towards the swimming pool.

Since Turner had agreed to meet at the pool party, he must be there.

When the two were more than 20 meters away from the swimming pool, they suddenly saw people arguing by the pool and a group of people watching.

"in argument?"

Song Heping was surprised.

Those who were brought here are all high-ranking officials, and they couldn't help but quarrel in public?

What about literacy? !

But when he looked closely at the protagonists of the quarrel, he was stunned.

Yusuf?!

Why is it him? !
　Asking for a monthly ticket!

　　
　
(End of this chapter)