Mercenary I am the king

Chapter 162 It’s time to enjoy

Three days later, Song Heping's cell phone rang as he lay on a beach chair on a private island in the Maldives.

"Sang! What are you doing?!"

It was the cook's voice.

"I'm on the beach at the ocean."

"They're going out fishing, aren't you coming?"

"No, I like quiet."

"Don't be such a spoiler, our brothers are waiting for you!"

"Forget it, just have fun."

"Okay, but my friend will be here at noon, so you have to come back and have lunch with him."

"No problem, I'll stay here for a while and then go back."

"Wait until I catch some big fish and we can have sashimi for lunch!"

"Good good."

The phone finally hung up.

Song Heping sighed, put the satellite phone on the table beside him, and looked into the distance.

The sea surface is as clear and beautiful as a sapphire. This is the most beautiful sea Song Heping has ever seen. Even if he sits here and does nothing, just staring at the sea surface is a kind of enjoyment.

A very deep ocean can give people a sense of vastness and fear, but the beautiful beaches of the Maldives in the Indian Ocean can give people a sense of peace and tranquility.

Lying here, looking down, there is the white and fine sand at your feet; looking up, there are the lazy white clouds and the blue sky.

Song Heping reached out and took the cocktail on the table.

Bloody Mary.

This is what he ordered.

It wasn't that he knew much about cocktails, it was just the name that attracted him.

This "drink" made from a mixture of vodka, tomato juice, lemon slices and celery root is bright red in color and looks like blood, hence the name.

The bartender who had just prepared this cocktail for him mentioned another legend about this drink in a mysterious way while making it.

In the 18th century, there was a peerless beauty named Countess Li Kester in Hungary. There is a description of her in unofficial history: "Her long black hair fluttered in the air, her two gem-like eyes contained a breathtaking light, her fiery red dress was like flowing flames, wrapping around her slender body like white jade, and the whole person was like a moving fire spirit."

The bartender said that drinking Bloody Mary is like dancing with a stunning lady, bringing a sense of passion and passion.

This left Song Heping, who knew nothing about cocktails, stunned.

After all, this private island costs $3 a day to rent, which is not cheap. The island is equipped with 30 dedicated service personnel, including chefs, servants, etc. If you want a massage, there will be masseuses at any time to provide guests with the highest level of service.

The smell of money.

This was the first time Song Heping felt this way.

It reminded him of what the chef often said: working in this line of work means making money in hell and enjoying life in heaven.

After taking a sip of Bloody Mary, Song Heping frowned.

"Fuck me!"

He couldn't help but complain.

"Isn't that just tomato juice and vodka?"

He held the glass and looked at the cocktail in the sunlight.

Apart from the fact that the color looks a bit "bloody", the taste is really average.

It’s simply a replica of “Palace Jade Liquor”!
Add some tomato juice and celery juice and the vodka will taste better?
No.

All I can say is that doing this doesn’t make the wine taste better, but makes it more expensive.

This made Song Heping give up the idea of ​​ordering cocktails in the next few days. He saw a wide variety of foreign liquors on the restaurant's wine rack, but it was a pity that there was no white wine, otherwise he would rather drink Fenjiu, Moutai or the like.

After returning from Gaiyala, all the brothers in the team could no longer suppress their desire to go out and have some fun.

The company received a share of $1.75 million. The entire team consisted of only nine people, including Samir, and each person received a commission of $9 million. The remaining $1000 million was directly injected into the company's overseas account, allowing Ferrari to operate and invest as a fund.

In just over three months since Song Heping joined the "Musician" team, everyone in the team has felt the dream of life, from being excited about orders worth tens of thousands of dollars to now having an average net worth of multi-millionaires.

Even Song Heping, who was usually calm, could clearly feel the turmoil in his heart.

Money is a very magical thing.

Once you have it, your behavior will change to some extent.

In the past, Song Heping would tell himself to be calm and composed, to go with the flow, to see through the value of money, to tell himself that money is not omnipotent, and to tell himself that sometimes money can't buy happiness...

But when tens of millions of dollars appeared in his account overnight, he found that all the proverbs he had used to balance and comfort himself were no longer effective.

Money is indeed not everything.

But you can’t do it without money.

It is true that money cannot necessarily buy happiness. But the happiness of the rich is something that the poor simply cannot understand.

Song Heping felt like he was floating.

That night when he returned to the Hassan Oil Field, he counted the numbers in his account over and over again in front of the computer. A string of zeros trailed behind the 175 numbers, like a proud tail.

The next day, the chef and White Bear came to the house and said that they wanted to give the brothers some rest, a vacation, and organize some team-building activities.

"Look at Blackwater. They just organized a vacation to the Kuwait coast last month. We've been busy for over three months without a day off. It's time we enjoyed life."

This reason made Song Heping unable to refuse.

After all, being a mercenary is not only a high-risk job, but also a high-pressure job.

If you don't take a break, you will collapse sooner or later.

So Song Heping agreed to let everyone go on vacation for team building.

After the core members returned from team building, the company's other local mercenaries began to take turns to rest.

There are basically no problems with the two oil fields now. The Free Army in the north is gone, and the remaining Kurdish forces dare not come to the oil fields under the watchful eyes of Madih's army.

Not to mention the work at the water supply station.

Song Heping led his men to cut off the Salafi armed forces headquarters, and gained the support of the Ijibai tribe - now the old man Haimur is as polite to Song Heping as his own father.

Of course, after receiving a share of nearly 200 million US dollars and the weapons that Song Heping could give to the Salafi armed forces, old man Haimur became the most powerful figure in the Sherbut area.

The water supply station is on his territory. He has said that it cannot be moved. Who would dare to move it?
The situation can be described as very good.

All signs confirm one thing - "Musician" Defense is on the right track, slowly moving out of the start-up stage, and has entered maturity. It can operate normally even if the core members are temporarily absent.

Since this was the company's first team-building event, and in order to thank the brothers for their hard work over the past few months, Song Heping decided to set aside one million US dollars as a team-building fund so that the core members of the team could have fun and relax.

Didn't Blackwater go to Kuwait?
The "musicians" don't go.

If you want to go, go to the resort town of Maldives.

Find a private island, charter it for $3 a day, bring your own yacht, submarine, and seaplane, enjoy delicacies from land and sea, fine wines and food every day, and completely let go.

But after just one day on the island, Song Heping suddenly felt bored.

It's like a person with a light diet suddenly orders a large table of meat dishes. He thinks he will eat it all in one gulp, but when only half of the dishes are served, he feels greasy in his throat just by looking at them, and he wants to get up and leave.

Everyone went out fishing on their yachts, and Song Heping sat alone, bored, in a chair on the private beach. He drank a glass of "Bloody Mary", which he despised. When the waiter on the island came to take away the empty glass and asked him if he wanted a refill, Song Heping waved his hand to refuse.

He went to the dock and asked someone to bring a small submarine over. This thing is actually a bit similar to the DPV underwater micro-propeller used by special forces during underwater operations, and can be used by three people at the same time.

The driver on the island took Song Heping for a dive on the nearby seabed, and Song Heping felt bored again.

He asked someone to bring him a mask, and ran to a secluded place on the other side of the island. He found a huge rock to climb up, then jumped into the sea and fished under the water with a spear gun.

The depth of the seabed near the private island is about ten meters, not very deep. He dived into the water with a mask and soon found a grouper.

After chasing it for a few minutes, Song Heping finally succeeded in killing it with a spear gun and dragged it out of the water.

The moment it surfaced, the blood oozing from the grouper dyed the sea red. Song Heping, who had been holding his breath underwater for a long time, felt dizzy for a moment when he came out of the water.

But he became even more excited, as if he had regained the feeling of those days when he received diving and underwater escape training at the seaside base.

It turns out that after so many years, even after being away for so long, working abroad, going abroad to make money, and joining a mercenary organization and licking blood on the edge of a knife, in the end, what I miss most are the training grounds and the battlefields...

Near noon, Song Heping saw a small seaplane appear in the distance and fly towards the island.

His immediate thought was of the cook's Russian friend.

The man's name was Ivan. He was a gangster whom the cook had met in prison. He was also the middleman who sold the last batch of arms to South America.

The Russian mafia is very famous and has always been quite powerful in the underworld.

Song Heping has known about this for a long time, so he must attend the welcoming banquet at noon.

The world of martial arts is not about fighting and killing.

It's the ways of the world.

So he got out of the water and washed the sea water off his body under the shower head on the beach. Then he asked the waiter to drive the fish and lobsters he had just hunted to the restaurant, and he walked slowly to the restaurant along the path on the island.

As I got near the restaurant, my cell phone rang.

It's the chef calling.

"Sang! Where are you?"

“It’s near the restaurant.”

"Ivan is here, come and meet him."

"Okay, we'll be there soon."

Song Heping walked along the boulevard and soon saw a restaurant next to another beach. A seaplane was parked at the pier not far away, and bursts of slightly rude laughter came from the restaurant.

Looking through the glass windows of various restaurants, a guy in a white suit and a white top hat was standing arm in arm with the chef next to the wine rack. Each of them held a bottle of liquor in his hand. They were dancing and talking, while they hit each other's chests and laughed out loud, like two desperadoes holding grenades and ready to have a fight.

　Asking for a monthly ticket!

　　
　
(End of this chapter)