Mercenary I am the king

Chapter 128 The Anger of the Lackey

Just as the cook was about to go up to see what was going on, Song Heping stopped him.

"Let's take a look first and then talk."

The poolside banquet at the Republic Palace was a famous gathering place for celebrities from Bakhtar. Although Yusuf was an official from the Materials Department, it was not surprising for him to appear here, but quarrels were rare.

Most of the people playing here are playing power games. No matter whether they are Americans or Irigans, they will not tear their faces apart and quarrel on the spot.

Song Heping didn't know the man sitting opposite Yusuf.

But you can tell at a glance that he is a local official from Irigo.

And judging by his pampered appearance and the clothes he was wearing, his position must be quite high.

This is the Irigo people's own problem.

Without knowing the specific situation, Song Heping did not intend to get involved.

From a distance, I could see that Yusuf was very excited, a helpless excitement.

It’s like a child asking his parents for a toy, but the parents don’t agree and he feels helpless.

Perhaps the two men felt that their quarrel had attracted the attention of passers-by. The Irig official glanced around, warned in Arabic in a harsh tone, and then walked away, leaving Yusuf with a look of grief and helplessness on his face.

The quarrel is over.

Seeing that there was nothing exciting to watch, the people around dispersed.

Song Heping hurried over to greet Yusuf.

"Good evening, my brother!"

Seeing Song Heping and Yusuf's expression was a little dull, he greeted him almost reflexively: "Good evening, brother."

In Arabic, it is very common to call each other brothers.

Song Heping glanced at the official's back as he walked away and asked Yusuf, "Who is that?"

Yusuf stared at the man's back fiercely and squeezed out a few words from between his teeth: "Muaz, from the Allianz Federation."

"High official?"

Song Heping deliberately added fuel to the fire, "He seems quite arrogant."

Yusuf snorted and said, "The deputy director of the Joint Security Council."

As the name suggests, the Joint Security Coordination Committee is the Joint Security Coordination Committee, which is mainly responsible for maintaining domestic security in Irigaray with the coalition forces, training and rebuilding local troops, such as government forces such as the ICDC and the police station.

Yusuf is an official of the Interim Governing Council, but he is responsible for the allocation and management of materials, including the distribution of weapons.

Could it be that the quarrel was caused by work problems?
Song Heping asked, "What are you arguing with him about?"

Yusuf glanced at the cook intentionally or unintentionally, but said nothing.

Song Heping seemed to realize something and winked at the cook, saying, "Cook, go in first so that Mr. Turner won't have to wait too long."

"He wants to see you." The cook was unhappy: "Why would I go there?"

Song Heping said, "You're better at socializing than me. Let's chat first and tell Mr. Turner that I met a good brother at the door. Let's chat before going in."

He deliberately emphasized the word "good brother".

Of course, this statement has two meanings.

The first one is to tell the cook to get out of here as soon as possible and not stay here to cause trouble.

The second meaning is for Yusuf to hear.

Turner is the general manager of Wood Energy's Irigo branch, and his status is not low.

Song Heping actually postponed his meeting with Mr. Turner for his own sake.

It can be seen that he really regards himself as a brother!

Thinking of this, Yusuf felt a lot warmer in his heart.

"Ok."

The cook was not an idiot. Song Heping had explained it so clearly. If he still didn't understand, he should have just jumped into the Tigris River and committed suicide. What kind of mercenary leader was he?

"You guys chat, I'll go over and say hello to Mr. Turner first."

After the cook left, Song Heping put his arm around Yusuf's shoulders and took him for a walk.

Then he said, "If you have any grievances, tell me and see if I can help you."

Not to mention.

Yusuf's eyes became red when he mentioned what happened just now.

Song Heping didn't expect the fat man to be so excited.

So he quickly comforted him, "Brother, is it the arms issue that has caused you trouble?"

Yusuf shook his head.

"Song, my good brother, this matter has nothing to do with you. My uncle died today..."

"what?"

Song Heping was surprised and even more confused.

Yusuf's uncle died. What does this have to do with the senior officials of the UN Security Council?
He could only offer comfort: "My condolences. The dead cannot be brought back to life. Taking good care of his family is more important than anything else."

"He shouldn't have died," Yusuf said.

Having said this, she sobbed twice and raised her hand to wipe the corners of her eyes.

Then he explained the whole process of the matter.

Yusuf's uncle was a middle-level official of the Provisional Governing Council. He belonged to the anti-Shadam faction, so after the coalition forces invaded Bakdad, he was naturally pulled into the Provisional Governing Council by local forces to take up a position.

It was thanks to his help that Yusuf was able to get a job in the supplies department.

There is nothing wrong with saying that his uncle is his benefactor.

Although Yusuf is greedy for money, he is extremely kind to his family.

Especially those who have helped your relatives.

Just like Samir, when he saw Fatty Yu, he would ridicule and look down on him, but Yusuf would just retort a few words and would not get angry.

That's the advantage of Fat Yusuf.

My fat uncle died this afternoon.

Killed in an attack.

Just outside the Green Zone, in the city of Bakda.

He went out to do something, and on his way back, a car rushed up from behind and fired a few rounds at them. This kind of murder of interim management committee officials happens frequently and is not new.

According to Yusuf, his uncle should not have died.

The other party's shooting skills were very poor. He fired two rounds of bullets but only killed the driver.

His uncle was also a tough guy. When the car stopped, he pushed the door open, got out, pulled out a gun and started fighting with the attacker.

The result, of course, was that he was defeated and was killed by the other party.

afternoon?

In the city?

On the way back to the Green Zone?

The more Song Heping listened, the more he felt something was wrong.

He suddenly remembered the attack he saw when he came back in the afternoon.

I remembered the man in his fifties lying dead beside the car, wearing a robe and shot several times, lying in a pool of blood.

I go!

Perhaps this was Yusuf's uncle.

I even bet two hundred dollars with the cook and the others out of boredom, and I ended up winning...

This matter cannot be discussed. Song Heping thought it would be better to keep it to himself.

If I had known that he was Yusuf's uncle, I would have saved him for the sake of our friendship.

I didn't expect that...

"What does your uncle's matter have to do with the Lian'an Association?"

Song Heping inquired cautiously.

Yusuf said, "Brother, you don't know. Many of us locals working in the Interim Governing Council, the Joint Security Council, and the Reconstruction Committee are considered traitors and traitors to our country. That's why many people want to kill us."

"Normally, those working for the coalition are protected. High-ranking officials are usually assigned at least two bodyguards. Members of the Provisional Governing Council have even more. But what about us? Officials like us, neither high nor low, are ignored. No one assigns us bodyguards. It's only thanks to you, my brother, that I'm assigned two bodyguards!"

Song Heping asked, "You can hire bodyguards yourself. They're only over $200 each, so you can afford them, right?"

Yusuf's face flushed as he explained, "That's different. Our own bodyguards aren't as capable as your professional company's. Even if we could hire former government soldiers as bodyguards, who would buy them insurance? The chances of us being attacked are too high. Who would be willing to do it without insurance? Is this something that can be paid for a few hundred dollars? Besides, not everyone in the interim government can afford a few hundred dollars a month—that's enough to support a family."

Song Heping thought about it and agreed.

After all, it is a licensed company, and Ferrari purchases basic accident insurance for all local mercenaries in the name of the company.

It's not impossible for individuals to buy it individually, it's just too expensive.

"Why doesn't the Joint Security Council hold a unified bidding?" Song Heping said, "If you bid in the name of the Joint Security Council, I'm sure there will be defense companies willing to take your order."

Yusuf shook his head with a dejected expression. "We tried, but after calculating, we found there was no money to be made. No defense company was willing to take the order."

Song Heping was stunned.

I was speechless for a long time.

It turns out it’s a cost issue…

Yusuf suddenly became angry again: "They just treat us like dogs! They think that if a dog dies, they can just replace it with another one! In their eyes, we are worse than dogs!"

Song Heping also felt sad for Yusuf.

In the eyes of the locals, people like Yusuf are indeed lackeys of the Americans, and even Samir calls Yusuf that.

Their safety cannot be guaranteed, and neither the United Security Council nor the Provisional Administration Council is willing to spend too much money on these petty officials.

After all, there are so many small officials in Yiligo, and each of them is equipped with two bodyguards. It would be better for him to embezzle the funds himself.

This is what happens to war-torn countries.

Including the big bosses in various committees like the Interim Governance Committee, none of them really want to build their country well. They all want to make as much money as they can while they have the power they have today.

Who knows if he will be ousted tomorrow?

Therefore, no one cared about the life or death of a minor official like Yusuf.

When they die, they are not even ants.

"That's right, brother!"

A light suddenly flashed in Yusuf's eyes.

"How about you take over this business and provide us with security services?"

Song Heping was stunned.

"Ah I?"

Yusuf nodded repeatedly: "Yes! Doesn't your company have hundreds of people?"

Song Heping thought, not to mention Iligoba, just take Bakda as an example. He didn't know how many small officials, big and small, like Yusuf's tracking level there were, but there were at least thousands of them.

Thousands of people, each with two bodyguards, that wouldn't be tens of thousands of people?!

Moreover, the reason why the Joint Security Council did not provide them with any equipment must be that they considered the cost and would not provide too much funding.

This is obviously a losing business.

Otherwise, why wouldn’t big companies like Blackwater take it?

It’s not like they don’t have the ability.

It's just that after calculating the cost, I gave up.

But his relationship with Yusuf is still relatively good, and he is afraid that a flat refusal will create estrangement.

So he could only play Tai Chi and say, "This is not something I can decide alone. I have to go back and ask other core shareholders."

Yusuf was very excited at this time.

He seemed to have discovered some new world, as if he had grabbed a life-saving straw: "You can do it, brother, I trust you!"

Song Heping thought to himself, damn, you trust me, I didn't even know I was so capable of taking on security orders for thousands of your people.

"Give me some time to think about it."

"Okay, don't leave tomorrow. Come to my house tomorrow night."

Yusuf obviously wants to strike while the iron is hot and stick to Song Heping.