Mercenary I am the king

Chapter 212 The Strong Female Commander

"Are you the two people who are going to infiltrate Golden Crescent this time?"

The blonde woman came up to the two men and looked them up and down with the eyes of a beast.

Finally, her eyes fell on Song Heping's face.

Only when Song Heping got closer could he see clearly that the woman's skin was really rough. In the sunlight, one could see each strand of golden-white hair as lush as wheat in the fields in early spring.

Especially the facial features of Westerners are very prominent, and the tall and pointed nose makes people feel like it may poke a hole in their face at any time.

He looked at Mist next to him. This guy had already revealed the expression of a qualified stud. Song Heping felt that if it wasn't in public, he would go up and flirt with him.

It’s still like fish looking for fish, shrimp looking for shrimp, and turtles looking for turtles.

What I consider dark food may be a Christmas dinner in Mist's eyes.

"That's right, we are the protagonists of this operation." Mist stretched out his hand: "My name is Mist, and he is Song Heping."

The blonde woman extended her hand and shook it with Mist. "I'm Major Nikki, the person in charge here. I'll be in charge of your operation this time."

"Wow!" Mist's eyes bulged out even more than before. "I never expected our operations commander to be such a beautiful lady."

Mist couldn't wait to start alluring the blonde woman in front of him.

In his opinion, there is nothing in the world that can make women more addicted than praise. Sweet words are like delicious chocolate, making it difficult for women to resist.

However, his sweet words seemed to have no effect. Nicky looked calm and there was no fluctuation in his eyes.

She gave orders to Song Heping and Mist like a training instructor: "You just arrived here, I will give you twenty minutes to settle yourselves. After that, Lieutenant Jones will take you to dinner. Then we will have a meeting and give you a brief introduction to the entire operation."

Then she turned her gaze to Jones. "I'll leave these two guys to you. Keep an eye on them. Don't let them run around, especially not leaving the camp to avoid danger. I don't want to see anyone who's carrying out the mission die before the operation even begins."

As soon as he finished speaking, Nicky turned and left.

Song Heping originally thought that Mist would lose his desire to seduce others after being treated so coldly.

Unexpectedly, this guy stared at Nikki's retreating back with unsatisfied eyes, and said with emotion as if he was evaluating a dish that was already placed in front of him: "Song, did you see that butt of hers? I bet you can stand a wine glass on it."

Song Heping looked at the stud in disbelief. He used to think that Mister was just bragging. On the night when the two of them were leading the attack on the "Hunter" in Mosul, Mister boasted to him about his complicated and glorious love history when he was bored.

At that time, Song Heping thought that this guy was just a talker and did not take it seriously. After all, as a member of an elite special forces, how could he like to think with his lower body?
Only now did he realize that he had really overestimated Mist.

It's true that this guy is good at fighting, but it's even more true that he's lustful.

"Fuck, you haven't given up yet?"

In Song Heping's opinion, Nicky had no interest in Mist at all. Normally, Mist should have given up at this point, but he didn't expect this guy to still say, "It's a challenge, I like it!"

After the two entered the tent and settled their things, they sat on the simple single bed and chatted. The main topic was where this place was and who the ISA people were holding here.

It was obvious that this was a secret interrogation site.

It is different from many secret camps of the CIA. The CIA's secret camps are usually not located inside military camps. They are located near military camps and are protected by their own GRS teams.

The reason for this is that there has always been a gap between the CIA and the military. Over the years, some unpleasant incidents in various cooperation have reduced the trust between the two sides.

The CIA does not trust the military, and there are many things they do not want the military to know, so they would rather take the risk of breaking away from the protection of the military and setting up their own camps, even in a war zone.

ISAs are completely different.

They like to set up their own camp inside the military camp, occupy one of the areas as their base, take relatively isolated and closed measures, and then work independently.

After chatting for a while, Lieutenant Jones came in.

"Let's go, let's eat."

Seeing this, the two men stopped talking, stood up and followed Jones out of the tent.

Jones led the two men through the camp. On the way, Song Heping couldn't help but look at the iron cage in the open space.

There was a soldier next to the cage at this time. He took a chair and sat next to the cage. He didn't have any heavy weapons. He had a pistol in the holster on his waist and a beef burger in his hand. There was a large bottle of mineral water on the ground. He ate the burger and drank water in big mouthfuls, his eyes never leaving the man in the robe in the cage.

The man in the robe grabbed the iron cage pillars with both hands and knelt on the ground like a dog. He was soaked and covered in dust when he was dragged out of the wooden house. He was dirty from head to toe like a stray dog. His eyes were fixed on the juicy beef burger in the guard's hand, and his eyes were full of hunger and collapse.

Song Heping roughly guessed what was going on.

It's nothing more than mental torture.

He has received extreme anti-interrogation training.

Among interrogation methods, mental torture and physical torture are the two main ones.

Hunger and thirst are all part of the physical torture.

The average altitude of Afghanistan is high, and it is dry all year round. Although it is not the hottest season now, people will feel that all the moisture in their bodies has been taken away if they stand outdoors for a while.

The man in the robe looked very hungry and thirsty, and had an extreme desire for food and water, but he could see but could not get out.

Making people eat in front of him intentionally is nothing more than adding a layer of mental torture on top of the physical torture.

To those who have not received anti-interrogation training, hunger and thirst seem to be much milder than other torture, interrogation, drug interrogation and other methods, but in fact they have never experienced its power.

When people are extremely hungry and thirsty, very few can resist a mental breakdown.

Especially after torture, if this method is used as an auxiliary method, many people will collapse directly.

The so-called canteen was located in the northwest corner of the camp, a prefabricated building about 20 meters long and 10 meters wide. When Song Heping entered, he discovered it was actually an office area.

There were tables and computers everywhere, as well as projectors and projection screens. However, in a corner of the house there was a Western-style open kitchen filled with kitchen utensils and a refrigerator. There were even a few camp beds thrown in one area, with messy blankets on them indicating that someone had slept there before.

Nikki stood in front of a huge black and white writing board. This kind of magnetic board was very common in the company's conference rooms. Song Heping had also seen it when he was working in China.

At this time, there were a lot of papers stuck on the board with magnets. The content of each paper was different, some were text materials, and some were photos.

Nicky stood in front of the writing board, holding a dry-point pen in his hand. He stared at the various papers on it for a while, then quickly wrote a few lines on it.

Hearing someone come in, she turned around and saw that it was Song Heping and Mist, so she took the initiative to greet them: "Tom will be the chef today, you two should sit here first. When the meal is ready, we will eat while we discuss the operation."

In front of her was a long table covered with a green waterproof cloth. Military folding chairs were placed next to the table. It seemed that this was where they held work meetings.

Song Heping found a random place to sit down. He looked around and saw the aroma of meat wafting from the wooden house. Tom was cooking in the open kitchen and seemed to be frying something. The bread maker next to him suddenly made a sound and popped out two pieces of bread.

Tom skillfully took out the bread, then picked up the peanut butter on the table. Suddenly, he turned around and stared at Song Heping and Mist: "Hey! New here, are either of you allergic to peanuts?!"

Song Heping shook his head: "I'm fine."

Mist also shook his head: "I like peanut butter."

Tom smiled. "Bacon or minced tuna?"

Song Heping: "Minced tuna."

Mist: "Bacon."

He spread a layer of peanut butter on two slices of bread, stuffed some chopped vegetables in, threw in a few slices of bacon, and squeezed on some other sauce that Song Heping couldn't even see clearly, and finally made a sandwich.

Afterwards, he took a piece of beef from the frying pan next to him and threw it on the plate. He took two bowls of prepared sandwiches and steaks, walked to Song Heping and Mist, and placed them in front of them as if throwing a food bowl in front of a pet dog at home, then turned around and continued to work.

"There are drinks in the refrigerator, help yourself!"

Song Heping: "Okay..."

He had to admit that the working environment for these ISAs was pretty damn relaxed.

You say this is an office, but it doesn’t look like one; you say it’s a dormitory, but it doesn’t look like one; you say it’s a cafeteria, but it doesn’t look like one either.

They come, the security.

Song Heping didn't bother to be polite with the ISA team members. He walked to the refrigerator and picked out a bottle of mineral water, while Mist took a bottle of beer.

Back at the table, the two began to eat - they had no choice but to eat because everyone was busy and no one paid any attention to them.

After eating for less than five minutes, Nicky turned around and sat down at the table. He threw the pen in his hand and clapped his hands together, making a loud clapping sound. "Everyone, stop for a moment! It's time for a meeting!"

Except for Tom who was cooking, everyone put down their work, gathered around and sat down at the table.

Song Heping took a look and saw about ten people.

Nikki looked at everyone and asked, "Where's Alan?"

One of the team members replied: "He is still interrogating Hamid in the torture chamber."

Nicky picked up the intercom on the table: "Alan, Alan, how is the situation over there?"

Soon, a slightly panting male voice came from the intercom: "Almost done. I estimate it will be done in another half an hour."

"Okay, come to the work area when you're done."

"OK!"

"Well, gentlemen, we can begin now."

After Nicky finished speaking, he picked up two file bags, looked at the words on them, and threw them to Song Heping and Mist respectively.

"These are your fake identities, which are the identities you will use after entering the Venus Moon area this time. One is Han Fei's, which is the identity you will use yourself, Song. He is also of Chinese descent, and you are also Chinese. Is there any problem with substituting them?"

Nicky stared at Song Heping with a stern look, and his tone didn't sound like he was asking a question, but rather giving an order.

any questions?
Song Heping was at a loss whether to laugh or cry.

I haven't even looked at the file yet. I just know it's probably this person. You want me to give you an answer now?

He felt that Nikki was not only strong but also quite bureaucratic.

Fortunately, he had always received the kind of training that taught him that there was no mission he couldn't complete, so he nodded and said, "No problem."

Nicky turned to Mist and said, "Mist, your role is his bodyguard, a Polish man named Joseph Zbyszko. Do you have any questions?"

Mist's attention was not on the file at all. He didn't even need to think and nodded directly: "Of course no problem."

Nicky looked around at everyone and said, "From today on, everyone in the camp will call them by these two names. Remember, from today on, one of you will be called Han Fei and the other will be called Joseph. As for their detailed identity information and their three generations of ancestors, it's all in the file bag. Before sunrise tomorrow morning, you must engrave the information in your bones and remember it in your minds. I will conduct random checks."

"Ok."

"no problem!"

After the two answered, Nicky's face became serious: "Gentlemen, we are in big trouble!"

　Asking for a monthly ticket!

　　
　
(End of this chapter)