Mercenary I am the king

Chapter 163 Ivan the Loyal
"This is my good brother, and also the current boss of our company, Sang!"

As soon as Song Heping entered the restaurant, the chef couldn't wait to introduce Song Heping to his gangster friend Ivan.

"He's the most powerful tactician I've ever seen!"

"Nice to meet you, my brother!"

Ivan still had the wine in his hand, and he had already opened his arms and came forward, giving Song Heping a tight hug.

This guy was wearing a white suit and a top hat, but he only wore a white vest under the suit. His exposed skin was covered with tattoos, which extended to his neck. The patterns were strange, and seemed to be some symbols and special marks.

This was the first time Song Heping saw someone with such dense and numerous tattoos.

It feels like Ivan wants to leave some patterns on every inch of his skin that can be tattooed.

The chef also has tattoos, but not many. They are located on his chest and are usually not visible.

Song Heping also heard the chef mention the tattoo culture of the Russian mafia when chatting with him.

For example, a dagger tattoo on the shoulder means that the criminal has committed murder while serving his sentence and is willing to accept hired killings.

The bell on his foot indicated that he had been in prison for a long time.

The ankle shackles mean a sentence of more than five years.

The ring tattoo on his hand represents his rank.

The star on the knee means "I will not kneel to the police."

Every pattern on Ivan's body seems to be declaring to others that he is a ruthless person.

Song Heping's personality is not very outgoing, and he is even a little introverted.

He was so embarrassed by Ivan's enthusiasm that he wanted to dig out a three-bedroom, two-living-room apartment with his toes.

"Come on, let's have a drink!"

Before Song Heping sat down, Ivan, who had taken the initiative, had already pulled the cork from the wine bottle and filled a large high-heeled glass in front of everyone.

This kind of high-heeled glass holds half a pound of water, which is a bottle of Cordon Bleu XO, half of the bottle is gone.

"To show my respect for you, you drink from the cup and I drink from the bottle, Dodna!"

After saying that, he put the bottle to his lips, tilted his head back and began to gulp down the wine.

In less than half a minute, the remaining half pound of wine had gone into Ivan's stomach. He burped contentedly, then glanced at Song Heping's cup and said, "Bayaheli!"

Song Heping has been spending a lot of time with the Russian chefs recently, so he has more or less understood some spoken Russian.

Ivan was urging himself to drink it up quickly.

As a gesture of politeness, he picked up the glass and drank it all.

"Sit down first, we'll eat and talk."

The cook quickly asked everyone to sit down.

Then the food is served.

Lobster, grouper, abalone, conch, golden crab...

Seafood is naturally the main dish here.

Of course, the best Angus beef is also indispensable.

The $3 a day rental was worth it, you get what you pay for.

Because this is not Yiligo, and everyone here is here for vacation, so everyone here drinks freely.

Among the entire table, the two who drank most politely were Song Heping and Samir.

Perhaps because they hadn't seen each other for many years, or perhaps because they met old friends in a foreign land, the cook and Ivan were the most excited to talk.

When the two of them were talking heatedly, they hugged each other and banged their heads against each other, making such a loud noise that people were worried that their skulls would crack.

After drinking, Ivan became more relaxed and talked all kinds of nonsense. Anyway, there was nothing in the world that he couldn't handle. From now on, he would cover all the arms that the "Musician" defense could get.

Samir whispered to Song Heping, "Don't take what the Russians say seriously when they're drunk."

Song Heping also agreed: "I know."

They treat you like a brother when you are drinking, but treat you like an idiot when you are sober.

Song Heping has seen this kind of thing before.

Just as the third round of wine and the fifth dish were finished, Ivan's cell phone rang.

Already drunken, he fumbled for his phone several times before finally pulling it out, pressing the call button three times before finally pressing it. He put it to his ear, reeking of alcohol as he shouted, "I'm drinking! You didn't even consider the time when you called me?! I told you I was meeting an old friend in the Maldives today. Don't call me unless it's urgent! Didn't you remember?"

Ivan really acted like a big brother. Even when he was drunk, he was still so energetic.

However, the person on the other end of the phone did not seem to give up and continued to speak.

As Ivan listened on the phone, his expression changed.

His face was already flushed from drinking, but then it gradually turned pale, as if the words on the other end of the phone had forced the alcohol out of his body.

At the end, Ivan asked, "Is the news confirmed?"

Ivan didn't know what the other party said. He was stunned for a long time and finally put down his phone slowly.

The cook seemed to notice something was wrong.

He reached out and patted Ivan's shoulder vigorously: "Brother, what happened?"

Ivan picked up the wine glass, pinched the stem and shook it, shaking the wine inside. He drank the last sip and said to the cook, "Something happened to that batch of arms sent to Colombia..."

"What!?"

The cook woke up immediately.

Although I am rich now, that batch of arms is still a business worth more than two million US dollars.

The cost alone is one million.

This does not include the more than 100,000 US dollars spent on sending this batch of arms.

None of this matters...

unimportant……

What’s important is that this was the first batch of arms that the cook himself had brokered.

I remembered how I had made all kinds of guarantees in front of Song Heping, saying that there was no problem. Now that something had happened, my face was hanging on the branch of a tree and I couldn't get it down at all.

"What's going on? My goods were inspected?"

Ivan shook his head: "No, it was someone who was robbed by a thief..."

"Suka!" the cook cursed. "Who dares to rob another gang? Oh, you were the middleman for these weapons, how dare their gang rob another gang?!"

Ivan smiled bitterly and said, "This time it's not gangs fighting each other, it's the damn local rebel group fighting each other..."

"Rebels?"

The cook's expression changed slightly when he heard this.

Gangs are merely thugs and gangsters, while rebels, usually warlords, are full-fledged military organizations.

No wonder they dare to rob these goods.

If warlords were to rob each other, things would be very troublesome.

"Which warlord organization is it?" asked the cook.

Ivan suddenly coughed twice and seemed a little dazed.

“It’s AUC.”

The cook was not familiar with the military organization there, so naturally he didn't know who AUC referred to.

"AUC? How many people are there?"

Before Ivan could respond, the cook's words elicited a mocking sneer from Ferrari: "Cook, forget it. The AUC stands for the United Self-Defense Forces of Colombia. They're a legitimate rebel group, a true anti-government armed force. Although they've only been around for a short time, they currently have approximately 3.1 armed personnel. This rebel group is Colombia's most notorious armed group, frequently massacring civilians. In just the year before last, they orchestrated 804 homicides, 203 kidnappings, and 75 massacres. What do you think you can do to them?"

Obviously, Ferrari found the cook's ignorance amusing and also felt that these Russians were too arrogant.

After listening to Ferrari's introduction, everyone present fell silent.

An armed force of more than 30,000 people.

Ha ha.

Which gang dares to challenge it?
Isn't it like an egg hitting a stone?
"do not worry."

Ivan suddenly patted his chest with a sense of responsibility.

"Even if it's a local warlord, I'll personally fly to Colombia to get this shipment back from them!"

The cook said, "Brother, if the AUC takes this batch of arms, I advise you to think carefully before going to Colombia. It's not that you are afraid of death, but there is no need to die."

Song Heping originally thought that Ivan was just pretending.

I didn't expect this guy to be so heroic. He just picked up his hat and turned away.

"Don't worry, cook. I, Ivan, never break my word. I will definitely get the money back for you. If I can't, I won't be staying in Russia anymore!"

After leaving the restaurant, Ivan called the pilot and, despite the chef's objections, got on the plane and flew away.

The restaurant was silent.

We all sat at the dining table, looking at each other.

After a long while, Ferrari suddenly picked up a large lobster and started eating it while removing the meat. He said, "Not bad, he's a real man, but a bit rash. He'll never come back after going to Colombia."

　Asking for a monthly ticket! Asking for a monthly ticket!

　　
　
(End of this chapter)