Mercenary I am the king

Chapter 131 Departure to Persia
Back at the company, the chef and Ferrari had a barbecue on the rooftop of the office building.

When Song Heping found the two men, their faces were already red from drinking.

"Sang, come on!"

The cook handed over the vodka.

Song Heping didn't say anything. He sat down, took the wine and took a sip.

The cook asked, "Why do I feel like you're worried?"

Song Heping said, "If you become the legal representative, I won't have to worry too much."

The cook said, "Isn't it good for you to be the boss? You are really weird. Others are vying for the position, but you are the one who dislikes it."

Song Heping picked up a skewer of barbecue and took a bite of the biggest piece.

The mutton at Yiligo tastes really good.

"I took over Yusuf's security business."

"what?"

The cook nearly dropped the roast meat in his hands.

"Are you really going to take it? I told you not to take it, that order is not profitable at all!"

Song Heping said, "It's true that we don't make much money, but I'm not just looking at this little bit of money. Those people can help us build all kinds of connections. Maybe the company's future arms business will depend on them..."

Next, he told the cook all his plans.

In the end, the chef seemed to approve of this approach.

"The cost of $40 a year..."

But he still felt a little pain.

Song Heping said, "If you don't spend small money, you won't get big money in. Cook, don't be so stingy. Keeping eye on small money will kill you."

Then he changed the subject: "There's one more thing. Afanti just called me."

The cook was surprised and asked, "He's looking for you so soon? To urge us to go to Tuji to help him with that matter?"

"Yes." Song Heping said, "It's that Hassan. Afanti also said that the CIA is also targeting this guy."

Ferrari said, "Have you ever thought this was strange? A former Irigean government official escaped to Turkey, and the Persians wanted him? The CIA wanted him too? Oh, and if he was such an important person, why didn't the Turkish intelligence agency touch him?"

This series of questions did indeed make Song Heping feel confused.

I didn't ask Afanasiy why he had to catch Hassan before.

After all, in this kind of deal, the other party offered a reward of 100 million US dollars. According to the rules, you shouldn't ask questions that you shouldn't ask.

Now that Ferrari said this, he really felt that things were not that simple.

The Persians wanted him, and so did the CIA.

Where does this guy come from?

Could it be related to the big killer?
"Don't think about these unanswered questions."

Song Heping didn't want to continue talking about this.

Because the less you know, the better it is for you.

Don’t pry into your clients’ secrets unless necessary. This is not only an industry rule, but also a secret to saving your life.

"Cook, I'll take the hunter, Gray Wolf, and White Bear to take care of the chicken business this time. You take the other brothers and stay at the oil field."

"The four of you are enough?"

The cook couldn't help asking.

Song Heping said: "For this kind of secret operation, having more people will attract more attention, but having fewer people will make things easier."

"Okay then." The cook sighed, "Just be careful."

His tone was filled with worry.

Song Heping comforted him, "It's okay. Fortunes are won through risk. I've always been lucky, haven't I?"

When he said that, the cook couldn't help laughing.

That's right.

Song Heping has always had good luck.

Even he himself had to think so.

When he was in high school, Song Heping was stopped by He Banxian when he passed by his home at the village entrance on his way home from school in the county town.

He Banxian is a local doctor in the village who treats patients and tells fortunes. In addition to treating patients, he also works part-time as a fortune teller and looks after people's homes. He is quite famous in the local area, and some officials in the county will drive to the village to ask him to tell fortunes.

At that time, Song Heping thought that He Banxian asked him to help do some unpaid work, but He Banxian smiled and asked him to come in and sit in his small courtyard. He stared at Song Heping for a long time, and then made a prophecy for him like an otherworldly sage, saying that he would be very successful and everything would go well for him when he grew up.

At that time, Song Heping thought that He Banxian probably had hallucinations because he drank too much wine at noon and was just trying to amuse himself.

After all, my family is so poor, my mother passed away early and my father is in poor health, how can things go smoothly?

It has nothing to do with the word "Shun", right?

Now that I think about it, ever since the last time I was involved in an attack while transporting generators, I have actually earned a fortune in just one month that I never dared to imagine before. While I was amazed at the magic of fate, I suddenly thought of He Banxian back then.

That old man might actually have some real talent.

After things were settled, Song Heping continued to chat with the cook and Ferrari for a while before going to take a shower and prepare for bed.

Lying on the newly bought bed, he couldn't fall asleep again.

I looked at the watch and it was already eleven o'clock. It should be dinner time in China.

He has been very busy recently and hasn't called home for a while.

So I took out my satellite phone and called my sister in China.

"Lingling, are you having dinner?"

"Brother, is that you?"

"It's me. Who else could it be but me? By the way, is the food in the cafeteria to your liking?"

"It's okay, it's always like this."

"If that doesn't work, you can eat out. Don't put yourself in a difficult position."

Song Heping's words made his sister Song Lingling think she had misheard.

Song Heping, the eldest brother and father, has always taught his younger siblings to be frugal.

What's going on today?
"It's okay, big brother. The food in the cafeteria is good and cheap."

"Lingling, listen to me. Eat something good. Don't make things difficult for yourself in the future. I'll have someone transfer some money to you and your second brother tomorrow. After you exchange it, spend it slowly. Eat something delicious and buy yourself some nice clothes..."

Song Heping figured it out.

Now I am worth hundreds of thousands of dollars.

I can’t say I’m rich, but it’s not difficult to make sure my younger brothers and sisters live a good life.

Before, I was afraid that they would learn to spend lavishly once they had money.

Thinking about it now, such worries were unnecessary. Everyone has their own destiny, and my younger siblings have their own perspectives on life. Over the years, neither of them has ever let me down. Not only have they always been very independent, but even during their university years, they both worked part-time jobs to earn money, proving they're not indecisive or lack self-control.

"Brother...you look weird today..."

Listening to Song Heping nagging on the phone like a sixty-year-old man, telling her this and that, Song Lingling's first feeling was that her brother had changed.

But she couldn't tell what had changed.

It's just different anyway.

"is it?"

Song Lingling's words surprised Song Heping.

changed?

Have I really changed?

He was lost in thought.

may be……

"Did Big Brother make a fortune in business? Why did he suddenly become so generous?"

Perhaps feeling that her words had upset her elder brother, Song Lingling quickly started making a joke.

"Uh...yeah..."

Song Heping smiled bitterly.

"Brother's business has been very good this month. He landed a big deal and made a lot of money! So I told you guys not to be too frugal. You're still growing, so eat more good food..."

trading……

Song Heping himself found these two words funny.

What deal?
Arms trade!

what business?
Mercenary business!
If I tell my sister these things truthfully, she will probably be scared to tears on the spot.

Forget it.

This is something that cannot be confessed.

"real?!"

Song Lingling sounded very happy.

"Brother, you are awesome!"

"Ahem!" Song Heping coughed twice. "That's right, big brother is starting to get lucky now, so don't worry about tuition fees or things like that in the future. If business continues to be so good, I'll be able to buy you a house next year as a dowry for you in the future!"

Song Lingling giggled, and after a while she said, "I don't want it. You save it for your wife. I'll make money and prepare my own dowry!"

A warm feeling welled up in Song Heping's heart.

My sister is still sensible.

"Tomorrow I'll transfer $20,000 to you and Xiao Rui. Please check your account. Ten thousand is for you and ten thousand is for Xiao Rui. Remember what Big Brother said. Eat good food and buy what you like. You both are doing great, and Big Brother is very happy."

"Brother, I saw on the news that there are wars going on over there with Brother Yili every day. Will it be dangerous for you over there?" Song Lingling didn't care about money at all. She was concerned about Song Heping's safety.

"I'm in Bakda. There's no war going on in Bakda anymore. Don't worry, it's safe here. I live in the Green Zone, and nothing will happen to me. Besides, I'm a former soldier, right?"

Song Heping only picked out the good things to say.

In fact, the Green Zone is not necessarily safe.

And he works in the most dangerous north.

I guess I'll go to the country of chickens in the next two days.

Song Heping himself was not sure about the trip to Tuji Country.

That's why he called his sister.

Before leaving, I probably have to tell the cook that if anything unexpected happens, he should send all my money back to my younger brothers and sisters.

There is nothing wrong with the chef's character, he shouldn't embezzle this amount of money.

I chatted with my sister for a long time and only hung up the phone when she was going to the library to study.

Then I called my brother.

My younger brother Song Rui was actually playing games with his classmates in the dormitory...

As a result, he was scolded by Song Heping.

After a good lesson, Song Heping finally hung up the phone.

Early the next morning, Song Heping received the meeting place and time as expected.

It seems that Afanti is really anxious to catch someone.

The time is set at 9 o'clock tonight, at the same place as last time.

Song Heping and the cook said goodbye to Ferrari and rushed to the oil field. On the way, he called Yusuf and told him not to call him in the next few days and to contact Ferrari for anything concerning bodyguards and special approval procedures for entry and exit.

Only after everything was done did Song Heping feel relieved.

Spent a whole day at the oil field.

Song Heping went to watch the training of two local mercenary companies.

Currently, the training of the two mercenary companies uses the training model of their pre-government army era, which was finalized by Song Heping before.

The reason is very simple. These local mercenaries are all former government troops. They are already very proficient in what they learned. Therefore, Song Heping did not let them re-learn the infantry tactics they had learned before. He only let Bai Xiong and others guide them and raise the requirements.

After all, it takes time to rebuild a tactical system. Even if Song Heping is willing to teach, the textbook for a company-level infantry tactics compilation alone will take up two hundred pages.

Instead of doing this, it is better to use the mature tactical system.

During the era of Shadamu, Irige had many Soviet military advisers. Their equipment and tactics were very similar to those of the former Soviet army, so it was not difficult for Bai Xiong and his men to guide them. Instead, they were more adept at it.

This can be seen from the last surprise attack on the Freedom Army headquarters. What the local mercenaries lack is not tactical skills, but willpower.

However, Song Heping personally taught the artillery platoon and the rocket artillery platoon some techniques, such as the simple shooting that he had demonstrated last time.

This shooting method is very effective when used under extreme conditions. It is not difficult to learn, but the difficulty lies in understanding the artillery and practicing hard. It can be learned as long as it takes time.

Of course, one day's practice would not produce any results, so Song Heping urged them to practice well, and then deliberately spread the word that he had to go back to Bakda to deal with some matters and would not be in the oil field in the near future.

As a result, the people in the oil field thought he was in Bakda, while the people in Bakda thought he had returned to the oil field.

After staying in the oil field until the afternoon, Song Heping drove out of the oil field with White Bear, Gray Wolf, and several hunters. They found a place in a nearby town to stay until sunset, and then drove towards the northern border. After arriving at the designated location, they hid the car, disguised themselves, and stood there waiting.

Avanti people are very punctual.

It was Nasin who came again.

It's still that Bell helicopter.

The four men boarded the plane, flew low over the Iriguchi border, and disappeared into Persia.

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