Mercenary I am the king

Chapter 207 Found the right person
At 9:05 in the evening, three off-road vehicles sped past like lightning on the road from the southern Persian city of Kerman to another city of Bam.

Afanti sat in the back seat of the middle SUV with his eyes closed.

A faint sadness covered his face.

Just two hours ago, a terrorist attack occurred at Mango Airport on the outskirts of the southern city of Zahedan. A dozen militants from the Revolutionary Brigade drove three trucks, crashed through the barbed wire fence outside the airport, rushed into the airport terminal, and opened fire on the police and staff on the scene, killing more than a dozen people.

Fortunately, Mango Airport is not a bustling international airport. It is an airport mainly used for cargo transportation. In the past two years, it has also become a semi-military airport. Avanti used it to mobilize supplies from the anti-terrorism forces on the border, allowing them to block the Golden Crescent drug trafficking groups sheltered by the Revolutionary Brigade on the Sarhad Plateau, cutting off their ability to transport drugs from the Golden Crescent region to the southern port of Gawatl, and from there smuggle them to the Middle East and the White Elephant Country.

If possible, Afanti really wanted to lead his troops into Afghanistan and wipe out the militants of the revolutionary brigades hiding in the southern part of Helmand Province.

However, the situation here is too complicated. Although he has ordered the special brigade of the Revolutionary Guard to carry out strikes and clearing operations there many times over the past year, the effects have not been obvious.

As long as the revolutionary brigade is attacked by the special brigade on the Sarhad Plateau, they will retreat back to Afghanistan or even retreat to the Toba Gagar Mountains on the Pakistani side.

In order to consider the impact, the special brigade had to stop the pursuit.

"Stupid Yankees!"

Afanti secretly cursed the American troops who invaded Afghanistan.

In the past few years, the shipment of opium in the Golden Crescent area has been greatly reduced, because the student military regime in power in Afghanistan actually has a relatively conservative attitude towards opium. However, since the US military invaded Afghanistan two years ago, the student military regime that lost power began to retreat to various mountainous areas and marginal areas. They joined forces with the revolutionary brigade to frantically grow opium and sell it everywhere.

In just two years, the drug cultivation, which had always been lukewarm before, became extremely popular. Countless opium was refined and sold all over the world, and then flowed back to the hands of the Persian Revolutionary Brigade and the Afghan Student Army, and then various imitation weapons were customized in a steady stream from the weapons factories on the Pakistani side.

As a result, in the past two years, Persia, Pakistan, and even the Americans in Afghanistan have all had a hard time.

The invasion was said to have struck a blow to the student army regime that was originally in power, but in fact it made the once unknown Golden Crescent region leapfrog to become the world's number one opium producer, and the previously unknown weapons workshops in the mountainous areas of Pakistan were transformed into large-scale, standardized and modernized.

In the past, they could only make imitations of light weapons such as AK and Tokarev pistols. Now, there is nothing they can't do, and they can even make one-to-one replicas of American equipment.

Afanti looks down on Americans.

In his opinion, these guys had no intelligence at all.

They always think that they can be successful in handling the Middle East issue in their own way, but they often end up suppressing one problem only to have another one arise.

In the early years, they supported student armies and al-Qaeda to resist the former Soviet Union. After the Soviets left, al-Qaeda retaliated.

So they turned their guns to attack the student army and al-Qaeda, but found that after the student army was driven away, the New Golden Moon region and the Ba Tieshan arsenal rose again...

They are very busy, either fighting terrorism or on their way to fight terrorism.

Afanti believes that it is actually the Americans who are the real source of terror.

The assistant in the co-pilot's seat answered a phone call, then turned back to Avanti and said, "Chief, the situation at Mango Airport has stabilized. Of the 15 people sent to the hospital, three more have died, bringing the death toll to 3."

"Well, I see."

Afanasiy did not open his eyes.

It seems that this incident was a retaliation for an operation launched by the Special Forces Brigade in the Sarhad Plateau half a month ago.

During that operation, the special brigade blocked a camel caravan transporting opium at a valley pass on the plateau. After an exchange of fire between the two sides, more than 40 members of the Revolutionary Brigade drug trafficking group were killed on the spot, and a full three tons of opium were seized.

It is estimated that because of the heavy losses, the senior leaders of the revolutionary brigade were furious and sent a suicide squad to attack the airport without considering the consequences, as a warning to Afanti.

Just as he was thinking about whether to organize another cleanup operation to retaliate, the cell phone in his pocket vibrated.

He never gives this phone to his assistant. It is his personal confidential phone.

The people whose numbers are stored in it are all contacts in his secret channels.

"It's so late, who is it?"

He glanced at the number on the screen and his eyes lit up.

"Mr. Song, is that you?"

"Good evening, Mr. Avanti."

"good evening."

"Did I disturb your rest?" "No, I usually go to bed very late. What's the matter with you looking for me so late?"

"Let me be frank. I recently received a job involving an operation in the Golden Crescent region, but I'm not very familiar with it. Although I've obtained some intelligence, I still want to verify it. I heard that you also have operations there, specifically targeting those drug trafficking gangs, right?"

After hearing what Song Heping said, Afanti sat up straight and immediately became energetic.

He even moved the phone away from his ear and looked at it a few more times in his hand.

I was just worrying about Jin Xinyue, so why did Song Heping call me to ask about it?
It’s such a coincidence that someone gives you a pillow just when you’re sleepy!
Is it really fate?

He immediately became more fond of Song Heping.

"That's right. That used to be the territory of the Revolutionary Brigade. These people were a resistance force formed here during the Assad War. But after the Soviets left, they had different political views from us, so they stayed there and used the cultivation and trafficking of opium as a means of financing. Now they're the largest drug trafficking group here. What? You want to deal with them?"

"Well, I want some information about this organization. Do you have any handy information?"

There was no need for Song Heping to make a detour.

After all, the intentions of both parties are the same.

As the saying goes, we share the same ideals.

Afan asked, "Of course it's convenient. I was just wondering, whose order did you take? Why are you targeting the Upper Revolutionary Brigade?"

"It's an American order." Song Heping answered directly without hiding anything. "The student military regime is now mingling with the revolutionary brigade. They're using the profits from the opium trade to expand their ranks. The American troops are having a headache. Their planes can't bomb all the people, and if they do, they'll just run towards you. They don't dare to attack across the border, so they want me to kill their leader and second-in-command, as well as an agent named Adrian."

"Adrien?"

Afanasiy seemed to have some impression of this name.

He seemed to have seen this name in some intelligence.

"Can you give me a copy of his information? I want to know what kind of intelligence you got?"

"Yes, you will receive my encrypted information in the agreed secret mailbox. After reading it, you can provide me with your information."

"Mr. Song, what exactly do you want me to do for you? Do you just need information?" Afanti guessed that Song Heping definitely did not just want information.

"I need a way to retreat," Song Heping said. "If I really kill the two leaders of the revolutionary brigade in Afghanistan, I can't think of a better retreat route. I can only retreat to your country. I want your help, my old friend who gave me the ring."

This time, Song Heping took the initiative to play the emotional card.

He didn't want to say directly that Afanti still owed him a favor.

Just reminding him that when Afanti gave him the ring, he said that he could come to him if he had any trouble.

In that case, let's give it a try.

"Let me think about this. Providing intelligence and providing military assistance are different. After all, our relationship with the Americans is very sensitive. I must report this to a higher-level leader and obtain his approval before agreeing to this."

Afanasiy is also very frank.

Song Heping expressed his understanding: "No problem, I'll wait for your good news."

"See you later, my friend." Afanasiy responded very politely.

After disconnecting the call, Song Heping returned to the office building, scanned Adrian's background information, plugged in a USB flash drive containing an encryption tool, used the Persian encryption software to fragment and encrypt the image, and then sent it to Afanti.

After finishing everything, he returned to the yard and sat down again.

Ferrari asked him, "How's the situation? Did the Persians buy into your story?"

Song Heping said: "Wait for news, even he can't make the decision."

Ferrari smiled. "I didn't expect that the business you took on would require the personal approval of their highest leader. Song, you really have a lot of face."

Song Heping looked at the blazing fire and said thoughtfully, "This matter must be kept secret and arranged in a covert manner. Don't let the Americans know the inside story, otherwise, they will no longer trust us."

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

　　
　
(End of this chapter)