Mercenary I am the king

Chapter 206 Remembering Old Friends

Before leaving, Song Heping asked Peter for the half bottle of 1946 whiskey.

Good things cannot be eaten alone, you have to take them back and taste them together with Ferrari and the others.

Ferrari knows the most about food and drink and is well aware of this.

Fine wine is for gourmets, and a sword is for heroes.

I don’t know if it was because of the alcohol, or because of the $2.4 million contract.

Song Heping felt like his feet were a little dizzy.

There are still some unclear details about the American soldiers who went undercover for Afghanistan in Golden Crescent.

I still have to think carefully about what to do next.

The task is received.

The specific purpose is to eliminate Adrian and three others.

Peter said that he would send a special forces soldier disguised as his bodyguard to go with him, but because Jin Xinyue was extremely vigilant, even the translation was provided by the Revolutionary Brigade, and he had already agreed with Han Fei that bringing more people was absolutely not allowed.

After Song Heping arrives at the processing plant and finds the location, he can use special tools to send the coordinates back to the US military, and the rest will be done by the Air Force.

It sounded like a very simple task, at least Peter made it sound easy, but in reality, if he was not careful, he would have no chance of survival.

The biggest bug is that Adrian is actually the matchmaker between Han Fei and the revolutionary brigade, and the fake "Han Fei" wants to kill Adrian.

This is crazy...

It’s harder than climbing to the sky!
Who knows what the relationship between Adrian and Han Fei is?
The information Peter provided was completely unclear.

If I were to be recognized as an imposter, I would probably be turned into a sieve on the spot.

This was more difficult than any challenge Song Heping had ever faced before.

There are still many problems facing me.

For example, even if he located Adrian, Hazard and three others, he successfully sent the coordinates.

But how can I leave?

The Golden Crescent region is not small, spanning three kingdoms.

How to retreat by yourself?
Once Adrian and his men were killed in the explosion, he would definitely be regarded as a suspect. Unless he was buried with them, he would definitely be detained and interrogated by the revolutionary brigade.

This is no longer fun.

Therefore, the evacuation plan must be perfect enough, otherwise there will be no escape.

Back at the company, the chef and his team were barbecuing in the small yard in front of the company.

Seeing Song Heping coming back, Ferrari dropped the mutton and ran over, hooked his arm around Song Heping's shoulder and asked, "Did you make the deal?"

"It's done."

Song Heping nodded calmly.

"What do you want us to do this time? How much will we be paid after we finish it?"

Ferrari can't wait to see how high the report is.

Song Heping handed him the wine: "Here is a bottle of good wine. Go get some ice cubes and we can eat and talk at the same time."

Ferrari saw the wine in Song Heping's hand and his eyes lit up: "This is Shadamu's collection. He actually drank it with you? It seems that Peter thinks highly of you."

Song Heping impatiently drove Ferrari away: "Go get some ice."

After saying that, he walked over to the crowd and sat down.

The cook waited for a long time, but didn't see Song Heping speak, so he asked, "Sang, what's wrong? We are still waiting for you to tell us about the mission."

"This mission may have nothing to do with you..."

He outlined Peter's mission.

Everyone was dumbfounded when they heard this.

Gray Wolf said, "Boss, you're really crazy. You're willing to take on a mission like this? It's practically a dead end."

The others didn't know what to say.

After all, this mission sounds too far-fetched.

It was clearly an impossible task, and what followed was tantamount to suicide.

Song Heping actually answered the call.

"I think we should just quit." The hunter handed a skewer of roasted lamb to Song Heping. "At worst, I can just stop doing business with the military."

The cook sneered, "You think you can get away with not doing it? If you don't do this kind of mission, you'll become their enemy. Unless we leave Irigo, we won't get anything."

"Once you are in the Jianghu, you have no choice!"

Ferrari returned with an ice bucket and placed the bottle of 1946 in front of everyone. "Look, I've seen this wine before at the Palace of the Republic. It's the one those Americans scrounged from Shadamu's cellar. This is the best. Peter is using this bottle to entertain Song tonight, and it's obviously for the same reason—"

His eyes moved to Song Heping's face, and he said meaningfully: "Either drink the toast or drink the penalty drink."

This guy has some Chinese ancestry and has a deep understanding of Chinese culture. If people didn't rely on his European appearance, they would mistake him for Chinese.

Song Heping silently took the wine glass, poured half a glass, then threw two ice cubes into it, shook the wine and said, "Don't you want to know what kind of reward we will get after completing this mission?"

"What reward?"

The people nearby said in unison, their necks stretching an inch longer.

Song Heping took a deep breath and said, "The annual transportation contract is 2.4 million yuan, for a period of three years."

The scene fell silent.

There was only the crackling of burning firewood.

After a long while, the usually taciturn Disaster Star counted his fingers and scratched his head. It was obvious that he hadn't figured out how much money it would cost in three years. Finally, he said, "It seems like a huge sum of money..."

"$7.2 million!" The hunter nudged the disaster star sitting next to him with his elbow. "We've made a fortune!"

The cook, however, remained calm: "It's a lot of money, but it's not easy to handle. It's hot! You're just counting the money here, and don't you think about whether Sang can come back alive?"

After he said this, everyone fell silent again.

After the frenzy of money, everyone had to face a heavy topic - what were the chances of Song Heping coming back alive this time?

To calculate this money is to calculate how much your brother's life is worth.

No matter how much more there is, I still feel a little uncomfortable.

Disaster Star said, "What should we do? How about we go together? Don't let the boss go undercover. Let's just charge in and kill those guys!"

Ferrari said, "You think you're Sylvester Stallone? You think you're making a movie?! Do you know how many soldiers the Revolutionary Brigade has? Over 3000 of them. A few of us wouldn't be enough to fill their gaps!"

Song Heping drank silently, his mind was full of maps.

"Ferrari, find me a map of the Golden Crescent region."

"Okay." Ferrari turned and entered the company's small building, and quickly ran out with a map in his hand.

"Look, the Helmand province you're going to is here, in southern Afghanistan, on the border with Persia and Pakistan."

He took out a pencil and drew the shape of a moon on it.

"This is the Golden Crescent region."

"This is troublesome." The cook stared at the map and sighed, "It's all desert, and it's still quite far from the Hindu Kush Mountains..."

As he spoke, he looked at Song Heping.

The meaning is obvious.

If you are fighting in small groups, mountains are the best place.

Because you can hide, you can hide, and you can use the terrain to carry out various blocking operations.

But if you are in the desert or plains, things will be difficult because there is nowhere to hide and you will be hunted down.

Being chased by thousands of people, the chance of surviving is too low.

The southern tip of Helmand Province, part of the Afghan territory in the Golden Crescent, is a vast alluvial basin.

To the north is the Hindu Kush Mountains, to the east is the Toba Jager Range of Pakistan, and to the left is the Herman Lake area...

"and many more……"

Song Heping pointed to the mountains in the south.

"Sarhad Plateau?"

Ferrari nodded. "Yes, there's a plateau to the south, but that's Persian territory, and it's also the territory of the revolutionary brigade, who are against the current regime. So most of the opium from the Golden Crescent takes two routes. One is from Afghanistan along the Sarhad Plateau south, and then from Gawatl by water to be shipped overseas."

"But in the past two years, your friend Afanti has stepped up his crackdown on the Sarhad Plateau, blocking the route they use to transport drugs south. Perhaps the Revolutionary Brigade contacted Han Fei this time to open up a route from Afghanistan to Kyrgyzstan, then to Uzbekistan, and then to Tajikistan, adding another route for departure."

"Afanti?" Song Heping suddenly remembered his old friend. After a pause, he returned his gaze to the map and asked Ferrari, "Are you saying that Afanti's troops have a certain degree of control over the Sarhad Plateau?"

Ferrari scratched his head and thought for a moment, then concluded, "There should be some."

He seemed to understand Song Heping's intention: "Are you looking for his help?"

Song Heping smiled. "Of course, favors don't expire. While he's still in power, I'll ask him for help. My life is at stake, so it's not shameful to ask him for help."

　Asking for a monthly ticket!

　　I'll update another chapter when I get home later.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)