Mercenary I am the king

Chapter 164 Fighting each other
The fact that the arms sold to Colombia were robbed by someone completely disrupted the first team building of the "Musician" Defense.

After Ivan left, the restaurant was quiet for a long time.

"Keep drinking!"

Ferrari suddenly broke the silence, stood up and raised his glass.

"Isn't it just a two million dollar business? If you're really being ripped off, just think of it as paying tuition. You have to pay tuition for everything you do."

"Chef, when you were so impulsive in selling this batch of arms, I warned you that selling them thousands of kilometers away would easily lead to scammers taking advantage of you. Didn't that come true?"

The cook sat there with a grim face and said nothing.

Ferrari went over and sat down next to him.

"The arms business isn't easy. There are three types of arms dealers in the world today. The first is small-scale operations, like some retail arms dealers in Africa who set up stalls at markets and sell weapons simply by putting them there. These are usually backed by local forces, buying from wholesalers and making a small profit, so they don't usually attract much attention."

"Another type is the underground arms dealer. They sell globally, in large quantities, and have considerable influence, even capable of influencing the situation in smaller countries. These dealers have their own transportation lines, mercenary teams, and even fleets. They operate countless shell companies in various countries as cover for transactions, and are familiar with the underground money laundering system and operations. They have connections with key figures in underground arsenals and militaries around the world. As long as they're paid, they'll sell to anyone, regardless of their political stance. However, these dealers are easy targets. If they sell something they shouldn't sell to the wrong person during a conflict, they could easily become targets of intelligence agencies or Interpol."

"The other type is the military-industrial complexes of various countries that openly sell arms under license. They have their own factories and R&D teams, and they sell arms under the banner of the country. They are the kings of the arms trade. Anyone who dares to touch their goods is tantamount to touching the country behind them, and tantamount to declaring war."

White Bear couldn't help but interrupt, "So which one are we?"

"Us?" Ferrari took a sip of his wine and laughed, "We haven't even reached the level of a retail arms dealer. They dare to sell openly, but what about us? First, we don't have a transportation team, second, we don't dare to sell publicly, and third, we don't even have a way to guarantee the payment. To put it bluntly, we haven't even touched the door of the arms trade."

White Bear was unhappy: "We also have a source of goods and transportation routes, but our reach is not that long, and we can't reach Colombia! If that AUC organization is in the Middle East, we can organize two companies to go over and cause trouble for them!"

"Hahahaha!"

Ferrari laughed out loud.

"White Bear, you idiot! The AUC has over 30,000 soldiers, and we can handle them with just two companies? Do you think a small defense company like us can go against a warlord group? They are fighting against the regular army of an entire country. What are we? This world values ​​strength, not brute force."

"Ferrari! What did you say?! Who are you talking about brute force?"

Ferrari's words touched White Bear's sore spot. He usually liked to mock White Bear for being strong in body but simple in mind. This was clearly a sarcasm.

"Am I wrong? What I said is not true. Point it out."

When it comes to debating, White Bear is miles ahead of Ferrari.

"I'm starting to doubt whether you're German. You must be Gaul! I think you have more Gallic blood!"

"That's better than you Russian barbarians, who just fight and kill all day long!"

Before Ferrari could finish his words, a wine glass flew over and hit him directly on the head, and glass shards immediately flew everywhere.

Ferrari was caught off guard and jumped up with his hands covering his head, like a cat whose tail was stepped on.

The wine glass was not smashed by the white bear, but by Queen Yulia.

"Ferrari, if you keep saying we're Russian, I'll tear your mouth apart!"

"You bitch! A gentleman uses his words, not his fists!"

When it comes to fighting, Ferrari is no match for the polar bear couple.

The scene immediately became chaotic.

The hunter and the gray wolf immediately came over and stopped one each, blocking both sides to prevent the situation from getting out of control.

The disaster star watched the fun with a smile on his face, gnawing on a big lobster in his mouth.

Samir sat aside and didn't even dare to breathe.

"You? I can handle you myself without Andre's help!"

When Yulia went crazy, she was like a hen protecting her calves, yelling and cursing and rolling up her sleeves. If Gray Wolf hadn't stopped her, she would have probably beaten Ferrari.

Ferrari touched his head and looked at his palms, which were covered in blood, making him even angrier.

"Go out and fight one-on-one! One-on-one!"

"enough!"

The cook suddenly picked up the bottle and slammed it down on the table.

The wine bottle shattered.

Blood oozed from the cook's hands and dripped onto the white tablecloth.

The waiters were already terrified.

When he saw blood, he quickly went to find a medical kit.

The restaurant returned to silence again.

Song Heping, who had been silent all the time, finally stood up and went directly to the bar to get two fruit knives. He threw one in front of the Queen and one in front of Ferrari, then sat back in his chair.

"Don't you want a one-on-one duel? Take it."

He pointed out toward the beach.

"The sand on this beach is so white and fine. If you stab someone with a knife, the blood will spurt out and splash all over the sand, which is really beautiful."

The Queen did not reach for the knife.

Ferrari also seemed to have regained his composure.

The waiter came over with a medical kit.

Song Heping went over, opened the box, took out gauze and tweezers, cleaned the cook's wound and bandaged it.

While bandaging the wound, he said, "You all have tens of millions of dollars in your pockets now, and you still fight with your brothers for a two million dollar business? You are real heroes..." After hearing what Song Heping said, the queen's anger disappeared all of a sudden, and she felt that she had been a little impulsive before.

As soon as Ferrari thought about his current wealth, he calmed down.

Bai Xiong hugged Yulia's waist and coaxed her like a little girl: "Sweetheart, the boss is right, we were impulsive. Don't be angry anymore. I'll buy you a Baida Pele when we go back for a layover..."

After bandaging the cook's wound, Song Heping returned to his seat, wiped the blood off his hands with a tissue, and then looked around and said, "If this business is really taken over by the black gangs, it's not worth it for us to go to South America and fight those Colombians. Ferrari is right. With our current strength, it's difficult to deal with more than 30,000 people. Going there would be like committing suicide."

He turned to the cook and said, "The money is gone, it's gone. Tell Ivan that it's just material possessions. There's no point in trying to persuade him not to die."

The cook said gloomily, "He has to go. If he doesn't go, I won't be able to explain it to him. We Russian gangs also follow rules. If he doesn't go, others will think he's involved in the conspiracy to embezzle the money. So, Ivan will definitely go."

Song Heping said: "Warlords are unreasonable."

The cook fell silent.

At this time, Song Heping's cell phone rang.

He picked up the phone and pressed the call button.

That's the old demon.

"Heping, I will bring the boss to Bakda in three days. When the time comes, you can arrange to take us to see the goods."

"Have you booked a hotel yet?"

"Not yet. Hotels in the Green Zone are hard to book."

"Then I'll arrange it. I'll book the Emerald Palace Hotel."

"Emerald Palace?"

The old demon seemed very surprised.

After all, the Emerald Palace Hotel in the Green Zone is currently one of the few luxury hotels in Bakda.

"Heping, I haven't seen you for a few months. You must be eating well!"

"It's okay, I can finally make a living."

"Okay then. See you then. My flight is at 11am."

"I'll pick you up. Bakda is still not safe."

"OK! The boss I brought with me this time is no ordinary person. He's very powerful, does all kinds of business, and travels all over the world. If you have any business opportunities in the future, you can find him."

Song Heping thought, should we do the arms business?
Mogami pretended to be polite and said, "No problem, if there's a chance, let him help me get rich!"

End the call and look at the other people in the restaurant.

Song Heping spread his hands and said, "Why are you all standing there? Continue eating and continue your vacation."

Seeing this, the others sat down to eat again.

White Bear comes over with wine and apologizes to Ferrari.

Ferrari also took the opportunity to back down and accepted the apology.

Alcohol is the lubricant between men.

After a few drinks, they hooked their arms around each other's necks and called each other "brother" in a very affectionate manner.

The only one who was in a bad mood was the cook.

Song Heping sat down next to him and said, "I'll go back to Bakda in three days."

The cook said, "Then I'll go back too."

Song Heping said, "We've booked this place for seven days. Don't waste it. Stay here and continue your vacation with them. I have a fellow villager who's here. He wants to buy the wood he saw at Yusuf's place last time. Our domestic furniture factories particularly like this kind of wood."

The cook shook his head: "I won't keep it either... Sang, I will make up for this loss."

"What the hell!" Song Heping said, "There's no reason to ask for personal compensation for the company's business mistakes."

The cook said, "It's all my negligence..."

Song Heping said, "Don't take all the responsibility on yourself. Like Ferrari said, how can you do business without paying tuition? Look, I opened a store in Bakda selling generators and I lost a lot of money..."

The cook said, "I'm most worried about Ivan now. I know his character, and I can't stop him..."

Song Heping said: "If you can't persuade him, just let him go. Sometimes men will do things even if they know there are tigers in the mountain and they will go there anyway. Otherwise, they are not men."

The cook gratefully grabbed Song Heping's hand and squeezed it: "Good brother!"

Song Heping said, "Don't be so corny. This is not like you."

He paused and continued, "Let's see what the situation is. In fact, if that warlord is really too unreasonable, even if we can't destroy him, we can't just teach him a lesson. Besides, we don't know the inside story of this gang robbing gang. You keep in touch with Ivan and find out why our shipment was intercepted. Did we touch someone else's cake? Otherwise, the arms shipment is kept secret. How could they intercept it without a traitor?"

The cook's eyes lit up. "Yes! There must be a traitor! Why didn't I think of this?! I was just so angry! I'll call Ivan and ask him to find out where the goods were stolen, who stole them, and how they stole them. We have to find out everything."

"Okay, you handle this matter. I won't ask any more questions. As for the money, I still say the same thing. We are not too short of money now."

Song Heping patted the cook's shoulder and said, "If we really want revenge, it's not for the money, but for our defense company's reputation. We've just started this business. If our first deal is swallowed up by someone without a word, no one will dare to take our goods in the future."

"But they're a warlord's army." The cook himself had to admit the strength of the AUC forces. "They have over 30,000 men. If we try to take them down, we might even get ourselves killed."

"I'll think of a solution. You just need to figure out the cause of the incident and who's involved. Then we can work together to find a solution!"

　Asking for a monthly ticket!

　　
　
(End of this chapter)