Mercenary I am the king

Chapter 154 Alibaba's Treasure

Bai Xiong strongly opposed Song Heping's plan to go to Yijibai Village alone to meet the tribe leader.

Although he admired Song Heping, he thought it was crazy for him to go to a big tribe in Yiligo with an interpreter to meet the tribe leader who didn't know where to sit.

"If you two go over there, they'll skin you alive and boil you, and you won't be able to do anything! Do you really think you're Rambo?"

White Bear always speaks so directly, without considering the other person's feelings at all, and just says what he wants to say.

Song Heping was very calm.

Anyway, I just listened, laughed, and after laughing, I comforted Bai Xiong: "Don't worry, I will be fine. I always feel..."

He frowned and pointed at his head.

"I always had a feeling this was a good thing."

"Premonition?" Bai Xiong couldn't help but retort, "Do you really think you have a sixth sense? Back when I was in the paratrooper unit, my squad leader also said that his battlefield premonitions were very accurate. But the next day, the paratrooper vehicle he was riding in was blown into the sky. When I found him, only his butt was left hanging on a tree! His butt is pretty accurate!"

Originally, discussing whether to go to the clan leader was a serious matter.

Everyone present laughed after being scolded by White Bear.

The hunter also advised, "I think White Bear is right. Since their tribe leader came to you, why not let him come here? We have mutton to treat him here. If he feels it is not halal, he can just bring his own pots and pans."

"That's right, why bother to see him?" Disaster Star said with disdain: "Who does he think he is?!"

But no matter what, it cannot change Song Heping's decision.

He thought that the clan leader must have something important to tell him, so he sent someone to find him.

And he must have his reasons for not wanting to come in person.

I am not worth him mobilizing so much force to find an excuse to set a trap to get rid of me. What's more, "Musician" Defense is now undertaking a military project, which means the military is behind it.

The village of Ijiba is not like the Salafi armed groups, which can change their base at any time and move to another place after firing a shot.

But the village cannot be moved. The tribe has lived here for thousands of years, and no one will joke about their ancestral heritage.

Especially since Shadamu was arrested a few days ago, it is only a matter of time before the Americans take full control of Irigo. There is no need to go against a defense company like this that accepts military contracts.

If the leaders of a tribe were so short-sighted and always resorted to war, their tribe would probably not have existed here for so long. Over the years, the area of ​​Yiligo has been in turmoil and has experienced the era of Shadamu. Without some survival wisdom, they would have been exterminated like the Dujar Village back then.

From this, Song Heping could judge that the head of Yijibai Village should be a mature and steady guy.

At five o'clock in the afternoon, Song Heping looked at the sky, called Samir, and the two drove an off-road vehicle towards Yijibai Village.

Twenty kilometers is not far.

As soon as he left the water supply station, Song Heping pulled his tactical bag from the back seat and started tinkering with it.

Samir gripped the steering wheel, stealing glances at what his boss was doing.

Soon he broke out in a cold sweat.

Song Heping put explosives on himself...

He stuffed several pieces of C4 into the various equipment pockets of his tactical vest, then connected them all with detonators and wires to make a bomb vest!
"Boss...you are..."

"Make a bomb vest."

"..."

"What? Are you scared?" Song Heping asked with a smile, "Are you afraid that I'll blow myself up? Don't worry, I'm very skilled and won't make any mistakes."

Samir swallowed his saliva and mustered up the courage to ask, "You are not..."

"Not what?"

"Didn't you say you weren't worried about the other party killing us?"

"That's right." Song Heping said, "Look, I didn't even bring an assault rifle."

Then he added: "Actually, it's useless to bring it."

Samir said, "Then you still make explosive vests?"

"I made this to let them know I'm not afraid of death."

Song Heping said it lightly, but Samir was frightened when he heard it.

Song Heping added, "Samir, you have to remember one thing. If your enemies know that you are not afraid of death, then you will be safer. Because if you are not afraid of death, the enemy will not know what to use to intimidate you. Do you understand?"

After thinking about it carefully, Samir felt that what his boss said made sense.

"If you go to see their tribe leader dressed like this, I don't think the armed men in their village will let you in."

Sameer expressed his concern.

"Hahahaha!"

Song Heping couldn't help laughing.

"How dare I, the boss of a defense company, go alone to his territory to meet him? And how dare he, the head of a clan, not meet me just because I have a few C4s on me? If that's the case, it means he's not sincere and doesn't have a strong desire to meet me. There's no need for me to meet him. Let's just go."

Samir was trapped again.

His brain was spinning.

Seeing that he didn't understand, Song Heping explained, "I've been wondering why he wanted to see me, and finally I guessed that he had something to ask of me. If he wants something from me, then is it urgent? Is his desire strong? If he's not in a hurry and is purely interested in building a relationship with me, then whether he eats the meal or not doesn't matter to me."

"But... if he's really anxious to see me, he'll still see me even if I strap a .155mm grenade to my body. That way, I'll have the upper hand when we meet, understand?"

"..."

Samir was completely speechless.

It took me a while to come back to my senses.

"Boss, where did you learn all this?"

"Self taught."

Of course, Samir would not believe Song Heping's answer.

My boss is amazing.

He has never seen such a person.

He is a returnee who studied in the UK and used to have a very high opinion of himself.

But now he feels that his IQ is not enough in front of Song Heping.

Yijibai Village was soon reached.

There were indeed armed men guarding the entrance to the village.

In today's Irigo, every tribe and village has its own armed forces to protect itself.

The SUV was stopped.

The young man who delivered the mail this morning was also there.

However, when he stepped forward and saw the C4 on Song Heping, his expression changed.

After some communication.

As expected, the other party did not agree to Song Heping entering the village wearing a tactical vest full of C4, and demanded that he hand over all his weapons before entering to see their tribal leader.

Song Heping said to Samir, "Tell him that if he wants me to take off this tactical vest, then we'll turn around and leave, and the meeting will be canceled."

Samir Balabala began to explain in the local dialect of Irigoe.

The young man and two armed villagers were also arguing there.

The two sides talked for a while, and Song Heping said to Samir, "Tell him that instead of arguing with us here, he should go in and ask their tribe leader if he can allow me to go in like this."

Samir said this, the young man was stunned for a moment, then asked the two to wait and turned to go into the village.

About ten minutes later, the young man appeared again.

"The patriarch invites you in."

Seeing him let go, Song Heping felt relieved.

It seems that the clan leader is really anxious.

The two followed the young man into the village.

The village is built on a gentle slope, with an uphill road and houses on both sides.

There were not many people near the house. It seemed that they had given instructions. Maybe because of the bomb vest on Song Heping, no one dared to come out.

I saw a little kid hiding behind the low wall in front of the house and peeking out, but he was quickly grabbed by a big hand and disappeared from sight.

The clan leader's house is very big and is located in the center of the village.

The center of the village was a relatively flat small square. The clan leader, dressed in white, lived on the west side of the square. When Song Heping arrived, he was already standing at his door to greet him.

Song Heping already knew about the meeting habits in Yiligo.

After a simple greeting, the clan leader led him and Samir into his courtyard.

A carpet was laid out in the yard, and food was placed on it.

There were a few strong men with guns nearby, and the tribe leader waved his hand, as if asking them to leave.

After his bodyguards left, the old man said in English: "Mr. Song, I'm very glad that you can come to Yijibai Village to meet me, an old man."

"It's my pleasure."

Song Heping looked at the old man in front of him.

The old man was probably over seventy years old, and he was in good spirits, with a snow-white beard and two white eyebrows.

What surprised Song Heping the most was that the other party could speak English.

I thought he was an old man who never left the village, but I didn't expect him to be an old man with a scholarly air.

"You speak English?"

"I learned it in my early years..." The old man smiled and said, "I've lived a long time, so I know a little bit about everything."

He reached out and poured tea for Song Heping.

Song Heping said thank you.

The old man began to introduce himself: "My name is Haimur, and I am the chief of this tribe. We are a large tribe in Yijibai, and there are three nearby villages that are all branches of our tribe."

As he spoke, he made a gesture of invitation.

"Mr. Song, if you don't mind, you can have some of our food."

Song Heping took a look at the food, reached out and picked up a piece of naan, tore off a piece, scooped up a spoonful of mutton, rolled it with naan, and then started eating.

Here, eating the food provided by the host is a sign of respect.

Haimur looked very happy as he watched Song Heping eat the food. He nodded frequently and his eyes fell on Song Heping's tactical vest.

"Mr. Song is indeed a courageous man. I've heard a lot about your past, including the eradication of the Freedom Army. Your company's rise in the Irigo mercenary circle in just a few months has a lot to do with your courage."

"Thank you, old man." Song Heping finished his naan, picked up his teacup and took a big sip before saying, "You are even braver. I'm wearing this vest, and you still dare to see me."

Haimur smiled bitterly, then nodded slightly and said, "I know you are testing my sincerity."

Song Heping didn't say anything, tore off another piece of naan and continued to wrap the meat and eat it.

He doesn't need to talk much.

The old man will tell you anyway.

The other party is more anxious than you.

Song Heping could tell from the fact that the guard at the village entrance agreed to let him come in to see Haimur wearing a bomb vest.

Moreover, the old man seemed quite familiar with his situation, and it seemed that he had checked on himself.

The leader of a tribe in the northwest of Irigo actually has his own intelligence network.

This looks really interesting.

"Mr. Song."

Sure enough, when Haimur saw that Song Heping did not respond, he could only continue talking on his own.

"I heard that you directly wiped out the headquarters of the Salafi armed forces last night?"

Song Heping took over the conversation this time and asked, "Does the old man know them?"

"I know him." Haimur didn't evade the question: "But we're not close friends, just acquaintances."

After a pause, he continued, "I heard that you took away all the guns and ammunition of the Salafi militants. Are they all with you?"

Song Heping's heart moved slightly, and he asked with a smile: "Old man, do you want to buy arms?"

He was just joking.

Unexpectedly, the old man nodded: "Yes, I want to buy it."

Then he changed the subject: "But I don't have any money."

This time it was Song Heping's turn to be stunned.

Want to buy arms, but don’t have the money?
Then rob?
Aren't you taking yourself hostage?
"My brothers and I fought hard to get those weapons. Two of my men lost their lives last night because of them. Old sir, I won't give you credit for the weapons."

Haimur laughed out loud after hearing this.

After he finished laughing, he said, "I won't take it for free. I'm going to give you a treasure, but whether you can get it depends on your ability. And after you get it, you must promise me that in addition to giving me the guns and weapons, you must also give me 20% of what you get."

He raised two fingers and waved them in front of Song Heping.

"I'm not greedy, just 20%."

"Treasure?" Song Heping asked curiously, "Could it be Alibaba's treasure?"

Haimur nodded. "Almost the same. In nature, they are really similar."

His words completely aroused Song Heping's curiosity.

The old man investigated himself.

Then he called me here for no apparent reason and said he wanted to give me a treasure?
There is no pie in the sky.

Even if it falls, it will not be in vain.

"Tell me." Song Heping asked, "What is the Alibaba treasure you want to give me?"

Haymur looked at Samir.

Song Heping understood: "You can trust him."

Haimur then said, "Gold. Shadamu's gold."

This time, Song Heping's heart was shaken.

Why is it gold again?!
How much gold does Shadamu have?

Avanti of Persia is looking for it.

The CIA's SAD is also looking.

"How much?" Song Heping asked.

"Fifty tons," Haimur said. "Fifty tons, all gold bricks."

Song Heping frowned.

Why does this sound unreliable?
An old man from a tribe actually knows the whereabouts of the gold?

If he really knew, why didn't he bring people to get it? Why did he go through so much trouble to call me here and give me this incredible wealth?

is it possible?
Countless question marks appeared in Song Heping's mind.

"What?" Haimur seemed to see Song Heping's doubts, so he asked back: "You don't believe me?"

Song Heping said frankly: "Indeed. I don't believe it."

At this moment, he even wondered in his heart whether this old man knew about the deal he had made with the Persians?

Hassan, whom Afanti asked him to kidnap from Turkey, was said to know the whereabouts of Shadamu's gold.

The old man was also talking about gold.

Normally, after Afanti captured Hassan, he should have tortured him and extracted clues about the whereabouts of the gold from him. He should have sent someone to Irigo to take it away long ago.

As for SAD, they have a powerful intelligence network and recently captured Shadamu. They will definitely dig out the whereabouts of the gold from his mouth.

These two national intelligence agencies are tracking this matter, so how could it be the turn of an old tribal man to get involved?

Isn't this nonsense?

"Shadamu has been arrested. No matter how much gold he hid, it will be dug up by the CIA. How could you possibly know its whereabouts?"

Song Heping deliberately did not mention the Persians.

After all, this is a top secret matter.

Haimur calmly picked up the tea and said confidently, "Because even Shadamu himself doesn't know where the 50 tons of gold are. Do you understand what I mean?"

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