Mercenary I am the king

Chapter 209 Internal strife?

Soon, Song Heping met Afanasiy again in the military camp on the Persian border.

It was still the same military camp and the same room as last time.

Afanti was more polite than the last time they met.

He was very satisfied with the last gold transaction.

For this, his own Revolutionary Guard Special Brigade earned a large amount of income.

No matter how lofty Afanti's ideals are or how grand his plans are, the problem is that there are so many people in the special brigade who are following him and working hard, so he can't just rely on talking about ideals.

Therefore, Avanti’s special forces are also involved in business and will do any business that can make money.

Their businesses even include comprehensive companies in industries such as industry, agriculture, finance, mining and consulting. They are an armed force with a triple nature, including national security intelligence agencies, special forces and companies that develop the economy and make money.

"Old friend, I heard that you recently assisted the US military in Mosul and helped them capture that long-defeatable city. You did a great job. Congratulations on your growing relationship with the US military."

"Mr. Avanti, I seem to hear something else again."

Song Heping sat down on the carpet, took the cup of tea handed to him by Afanti, glanced at him, and pondered the hidden meaning of his words.

"Hahahaha!"

Afanasiy burst into laughter.

Finally, he said, "You think I'm mocking you? No, no, no, the better your relationship with the Americans, the happier I'd be. I'm not such a black and white person. The enemy of my enemy can be a friend, and the friend of my enemy can also be a friend. As long as we're not enemies, we can be friends."

Song Heping savored these philosophical words and thought that the old man probably just wanted to take advantage of each other.

Of course, his help to me would not be in vain.

The closer his relationship with the US military, the greater his value to the military.

Although the two of them sympathized with each other, Song Heping was not naive enough to believe that the middle-aged man in front of him would really treat him as one of his own.

"There's an old saying in my hometown: 'At home, rely on your parents; away from home, rely on your friends. Mr. Afanti, you treat me as a friend, and I will definitely treat you as a friend too."

Song Heping also stopped at the point and did not say it too clearly, but he also made it very clear.

Afanti turned around and took a laptop from behind him and placed it in front of Song Heping.

"The information you want is here, take a look."

Song Heping drank tea and his eyes fell on the screen.

This is a separate folder that contains documents, pictures and video materials.

Afanti walked over to Song Heping and sat down. He tapped his fingers on the touchpad and clicked on one of the videos.

The angle of the video was obviously taken secretly, and the picture quality is average.

The background is a small roadside cafe, the kind that is very common in Eastern Europe.

The camera shows two white men sitting face to face by a floor-to-ceiling window facing the street.

Song Heping recognized one of them at a glance.

"Isn't this Adrien?"

"Look at who is next to him," said Afanasiy.

Song Heping stared at the white man, who was about 30 or 40 years old, for a few seconds, then shook his head: "I don't know him."

"He's from the CIA's Eastern European Covert Operations Division. He belongs to the Black Group," Avanti said. "He's not just any agent. I'm not sure if you're aware that there are many types of CIA agents. Even the analysts at Langley Headquarters can be called agents. However, overseas agents are divided into White Group, Red Group, Blue Group, and Black Group."

"The White Team primarily engages in intelligence gathering and is considered an intelligence agent. They don't necessarily need to possess advanced combat skills, just a certain specialty. They may even have no special skills at all, but their position and duties allow them to easily access high-value intelligence."

"The Red Team is the Action Team. These agents have certain combat skills and can perform tasks such as protection, capture, and clean up after traitors. They are considered action agents."

"Blue Team is a technical agent, responsible for providing technical support for operations or providing technical assistance to White Team. For example, if an intelligence agent needs to steal a piece of intelligence from a very secure location, but the security is too tight to take it out of the scene, Blue Team agents will provide them with technical solutions and technical means to help them complete the mission. In many cases, they also provide technical support and communication support for Red Team." "Black Team is different. The agents in Black Team are completely different from the above agents. They are an independent agency. The "Watchers" you met in Turkey Country last time were of this type. These people basically do everything. In addition to assassinations, kidnappings, and sabotage, they even do money laundering, drug trafficking, and smuggling. They only do dirty work. Everyone knows that they are under the jurisdiction of the CIA, but the CIA will never acknowledge their existence. Adrian is obviously this kind of agent."

"Are you so sure?" Song Heping was so shocked that he couldn't close his mouth.

If Adrian was a CIA black team agent, why did the US military want to kill him?

"Others dare not say, but I am sure about him..."

Afanti clicked on another document.

Inside was a detailed profile of Adrian.

"Look, he's established twelve trading companies in Eastern Europe. We've also discovered that most of his trading companies' shipping routes are through the Middle East. Many times, they've ostensibly been transporting oil there, but once they reach the Gulf of Oman, they've turned off their AIS systems and disappeared. Often, a day or two later, they'd suddenly turn on their AIS systems and appear on international ship positioning maps."

Then he opened a few more documents.

These documents are some trade customs clearance procedures and some real route planning maps.

"Song, these are our top-secret documents. I took a huge risk showing them to you. You may question other things, but you must trust me 100% on this one. This information was obtained at the cost of our agents' lives. The agent who provided us with this information has been killed by the Black Group."

After hearing what Afanti said, Song Heping knew that he could no longer question it.

Adrian is undoubtedly a member of the CIA black group.

"I have a question now, Afanti." Song Heping scratched his chin and said with confusion: "Since he was a CIA agent, why did the US military want to kill him? Was it due to an exchange with the intelligence department or was it intentional?"

Afanti shook his head. "That's an interesting thing, but I can't give you an answer. If you hadn't asked me about it, I wouldn't have known the US military wanted to kill him. But I think there must be something else going on. It's definitely not just that the US military in Afghanistan is posing a threat to them because of the collusion between the revolutionary brigade and the student army."

Song Heping memorized all the details in the document, closed the computer and returned it to Afanti.

Afan asked: "Now that you understand the complexity of this matter, are you still going to take on this task?"

Song Heping smiled bitterly and said, "Do you think I have any choice?"

Afanti smiled and said, "Of course you have a choice. You can choose to join me. I need talents here."

Song Heping thought, join you?
Am I stupid?
Neither relying on the Americans nor relying on you is reliable.

"Thank you for your kindness. If I ever find myself desperate, I might actually come to you for help."

He didn't say anything definite so as not to embarrass Afanti.

"Mr. Afanti, I heard that you are also fighting against drugs and the Revolutionary Brigade. If I can really go deep into the Golden Crescent and kill Adrian and the two leaders of the Revolutionary Brigade, it seems to be beneficial to you."

"I've considered the issue you mentioned," Afanti said. "I consulted the Supreme Leader because this matter is extremely sensitive. If we provide assistance, it would be equivalent to assisting the Americans, which is absolutely wrong in our country."

Song Heping asked, "What does your spiritual leader say?"

Afanti said, "I think I convinced him. Because eradicating the revolutionary brigade is also very important for our border security. Although it helps the Americans, I think from a higher level, this is not a bad thing. After all, a common enemy is still an enemy."

He spread his hands and smiled: "Isn't it?"

The meaning couldn't be more clear.

Song Heping extended his hand: "Happy cooperation."

Afanti also extended his hand: "Happy cooperation."

After a pause, he asked again: "What else do you want me to do for you this time?"

Song Heping said: "If possible, I would like to formulate your support plan, but before that, I must go to the Sarhad Plateau to take a look."

Afanti waved his hand gently: "No problem, I'll arrange everything for you tomorrow morning."

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

　　
　
(End of this chapter)