Mercenary I am the king

Chapter 144 Crossing the Mountains

Chapter 144 Crossing the Mountains
At 12:32 at night, at the border of Xiao Ale Mountain in Tuji country.

Several patrol soldiers from Turkey passed by the boundary marker with guns.

A soldier stretched and said with resentment, "When will this patrol end?! We're being asked to patrol this damn place in the middle of the night. Aren't we usually just setting up lookouts?"

The leading sergeant glanced back at the disgruntled soldier and couldn't help but curse, "You lazy bastard! You can only be tired for a few more days! The JAK special forces discovered the enemy last night, and all the border defense forces have been dispatched there to encircle and suppress them. I'm sure they'll be able to resolve the situation quickly."

He also looked down at his watch.

"I think we'll have the results tomorrow morning. Let's go! Stop talking nonsense! After this patrol, let's go back to sleep."

The soldier's tone became more relaxed after hearing this. "Sergeant, you're right. It should be resolved tomorrow. I estimate that it's probably the work of the Cold War armed forces..."

"The devil knows..."

Several people walked further and further away.

Shortly after they left the boundary marker, half a head slowly emerged from the grass just over 20 meters away.

After observing that there was no danger around, the black shadow crouched down and walked to the border, pulled out a survival knife, cut a few strands of barbed wire, and then crawled through.

After about three hours, Song Heping, panting, finally stopped.

There are no more mountains in front of us.

The Greater Ale Mountains on the Persian side cover a relatively small area.

Song Heping took out the GPS and began to determine his location.

After comparing, I found that I had crossed the border and entered the territory of Persia.

Along the way, he easily avoided the patrol forces of the two countries.

But now he doesn't want to go any further.

Because we are entering the urban area.

If the local Persians see me in this outfit, they will definitely call the police.

He fished his satellite phone out of his tactical pack and turned it on.

After getting a signal, he quickly dialed Afanti's phone number.

Although it was already four in the morning, the call was connected very quickly.

"Mr. Song?!"

Afanasiy on the other end of the phone was obviously a little excited.

"Yes, it's me. I've already arrived in Persia, and I need you to send someone to pick me up."

"Where are you? I'll send a plane to pick you up right away!"

"Have Omar and the others returned to Persia?"

"It arrived two days ago."

"Where's Hassan?"

"He's already in our hands."

"Is it okay?"

"I'm fine. I'm in good spirits."

"Then I feel relieved... I'm so tired..."

Song Heping stretched.

Afanti said without hesitation: "Are you safe? Do you need me to send a doctor? Or do you have any other requests?!"

The series of questions made Song Heping feel both amused and helpless.

I have dealt with him twice, but I have never seen Afanti so upset.

But one thing is for sure.

Afanasiy takes himself very seriously.

"I'm fine, just a little tired..." Song Heping smiled and said, "By the way, I still stink. I've been in the jungle for several days..."

"I'll make arrangements for you right away. I'll have someone prepare a bathroom and run some hot water for you. Wait there. The plane will arrive in two hours at the latest! Remember not to run around. If you're caught, tell them you're mine and mention my name."

"I don't know your name yet."

"Just say you're a guest of Qassem, commander of the Revolutionary Guard's Special Operations Brigade. You can even call me directly and have them pick up the phone!"

This was the first time Song Heping heard Afanti's real name.

People like him who are willing to reveal their real names to others mean that they consider you a true friend.

"Okay, I'm right here. I've sent you the coordinates. Just have them pick me up."

"No problem! I'll be there right away!"

After ending the call, Song Heping sat down on the ground.

This is the wilderness, away from the mountains, it doesn't seem so cold.

Song Heping unfolded his camouflage scarf, took off his fleece hat and wiped his face, then took off his backpack and put it on the ground, then leaned forward comfortably.

"It's so fucking comfortable..."

He felt extremely tired.

He took a pill to stimulate himself these two days.

It was one of the two pills Omar gave him.

There is nothing we can do about it.

To fight against the "Watchers" alone in the Greater Ale Mountains and to prevent being targeted by the JAK special forces, one absolutely needs a lot of energy and no mistakes can be made.

The danger was over at this time. Song Heping leaned on his backpack and looked at the starry sky, and began to summarize the gains and losses of his actions in the past few days.

Although it seems that his tactic of dividing the troops into two groups is very successful, upon closer inspection, it is not without flaws.

I have stayed on the plateau for too long.

In fact, I forgot one thing, that is, I should let Omar and others spread the news that Hassan has left Turkey as soon as they return to Persia. In that way, SAD and the "Watchmen" may retreat early.

Of course, if that were the case, it might have saved the "Watchmen" a lot of casualties, which would have been beneficial to them.

The current "Watchers" don't know what the situation is.

However, it is conceivable that no matter how powerful they are, they will be in great danger facing the encirclement and suppression of the Turkish border guards and the JAK special forces.

SAD suffered a great loss in this operation.

In the future, the CIA will probably dig deep into the ground to find out who is stabbing them in the back.

This is a hidden danger.

It seems that we need to be careful, especially after meeting Afanti, we must ask him to keep it confidential, as the issues involved are not small.

As for whether Afanti would use this as a handle to force me to work for him in the future?
Regarding this aspect, Song Heping was not so worried.

This matter not only involves the defense of the "Musician", but also involves Persia. If it gets out of hand, the Persians themselves will be in trouble too.

So, it will not be good for anyone to expose it.

As for whether to help Afanti or not, it doesn’t matter. It all depends on the money.

On the contrary, with the card of Afanasiy, I can probably walk around Persia with my own way from now on.

Background and resources are necessary to build a defense company.

Song Heping has a habit of either not doing something or doing it to the best of his ability. Now that he has embarked on this path, he must make this business bigger.

Now they have no other choice but to rely on others and work hard for others, and even have to look at the mood of the Americans, but it may not be the same in the future...

Thinking of this, he remembered another thing.

He quickly took out his satellite phone and called the cook.

The cook was not so quick to answer the phone, and it took a while for him to get through.

"Sang! You're back?! Where have you been?"

"I just arrived in Persia. I'm safe."

"Great! I heard from White Bear and the others that you lured away the 'Watcher' by yourself, hahahaha! When I heard the news, I thought you were crazy! How dare you be so crazy?! I was worried that you wouldn't be able to come back!"

Song Heping let out a long sigh and said, "I said I'm tough and I won't die. By the way, when you were in the oil field these days, did you ask Ferrari how the Yusuf incident was going?!"

"It's done! It's done!"

The cook said, seeking credit, "How could I not keep an eye on what you told me to do? Three days after you left, we provided bodyguard services to over seventy petty officials. Now they consider us their saviors!"

Song Heping said: "I'm not trying to be their savior. What I want is their loyalty. Providing these services to them and keeping them safe is so that I can obtain special cargo departure permits. This is the key."

"No problem!" the cook said. "I thought you were talking about something! I understand your thoughts, so I've been in touch with Yusuf these past few days and asked them to handle the special customs clearance procedures for our goods. Surprisingly, they have people from all over the place, and they got it done in less than a day. I have good news for you, and guess what it is!"

good news?
Could it be that the first batch of arms has already been sold?
"Did you manage your first arms deal?"

Song Heping couldn't believe it.

Is it that fast?
Or are the chef’s gangster friends in Russia too reliable?
"That's right!" The cook laughed. "We sold them all. We kept a small portion for our own use, but we sold the rest. I calculated the profit. You spent over $200 million on this batch of goods, and I sold it for $ million! That's nearly a % profit!"

Sounds like a good deal indeed.

But it seemed to be going too smoothly.

"Sold to whom?"

"Gangsters! Of course gangsters sell to gangsters, they have business connections!"

The cook's explanation was perfectly reasonable.

"Which gang?"

"Colombian gangs."

"Oh……"

South America...

To be honest, Song Heping doesn't know much about that place.

“Is the transaction reliable?”

"reliable!"

Song Heping could shut down the satellite phone even through the airwaves, and the cook patted his chest.

"When I was in prison, I met a good buddy. He was doing well in the gang and had business dealings with South America. It just so happened that the gangs there wanted to buy a batch of weapons. I happened to ask him about the sale of arms, so he did me a favor."

"That's it..."

Song Heping nodded thoughtfully.

"But I heard that South America is quite chaotic. How much deposit did you receive?"

"Deposit?"

The cook said, "What deposit?! He dares to swallow my goods?! I'll have my buddies kill him! Sad, you don't know how powerful we Russian gangsters are, do you?!"

Seeing that the chef was so confident, Song Heping didn't know what to say.

After all, he is the founder of the "Musician" defense.

"Well, just be careful with it."

"No problem, the goods have already been shipped. Once they reach the waters near Colombia, a small boat will arrive to transport them. It's perfectly safe! They also smuggle herbs this way, so they're very familiar with it!"

"Yeah. By the way, how's the situation at our oil field lately? Has anyone come to cause trouble?"

"No! Ever since we wiped out the Free Army, no one has come. Not even an artillery attack. Damn it, my good brothers, we're famous! I heard from my friends in the coalition that their superiors are interested in giving us military contracts."

"Military contract?"

Song Heping's heart moved slightly.

This is no ordinary contract.

Military contracts are orders directly received from the military.

It is completely different from taking on security orders from commercial companies like Wood Energy.

Only large companies like Blackwater have the opportunity to take over military contracts.

The business is very lucrative and the money is plentiful, making it an order that many security companies dream of.

Companies that undertake such orders can no longer be called security companies, but are generally called "strategic resource" companies.

Orders like the one between Blackwater and the CIA fall into this category.

Including arresting important wanted persons, interrogating and detaining them, escorting them, etc.

They even carry out some operations that the CIA is not convenient to perform, which is commonly known as dirty work.

If this kind of contract comes from the coalition forces, then the contract is not so dirty, but it is more dangerous.

For example, assisting the coalition forces in attacking a city, helping them to eliminate resistance personnel in the city, or taking over the patrol and control of the entire city, including the security and alert of key targets such as power stations and water plants.

This kind of thing is not uncommon. After all, the coalition has limited manpower, and the security of many key projects and target locations has to be taken care of by people from PMC companies.

Although military contracts have good profits, they are also more dangerous and the consequences of accidents are more serious. You can be the scapegoat at any moment, and if something serious happens, you will probably end up in court.

"Regarding the military contract, please wait until I come back and discuss it slowly."

Song Heping always felt that the chef was too radical.

Development is a good thing.

But the chef dares to take on any job and is braver than a water tank.

Sometimes he needs someone to pour cold water on his flaming bald head.

"Okay, we'll discuss this when you get back."

"Okay, let's do it this way."

Song Heping was really tired.

I feel relieved knowing that Brother Yili is fine.

I'll deal with everything when I get back.

Now he just wants to have a good sleep.

So I set the alarm on my watch, as the helicopter would probably arrive in two hours.