Mercenary I am the king

Chapter 253 Murderous Intent

Eight o'clock that night.

Angela Cafe, 56 National Avenue, Istanbul.

Song Heping sat at a small table by the window.

This cafe has two entrances. This is the back door. When you go out of the back door and turn right, you will reach the old town area which is well-connected and crowded.

Although it looked like a completely open and unconfidential place, Song Heping observed carefully and found that there were only two old men sitting at the bar drinking coffee and chatting in the entire cafe, and the other tables were empty.

However, they could drink coffee until their faces turned red. When Song Heping came in, he smelled alcohol on them. He felt quite surprised at the time, but then he thought it made sense.

Although Turkey is a secular country, it still has some taboos in terms of religion, and alcoholic drinks cannot be consumed casually.

Then adding wine to coffee is a good option.

Obviously, Angela's Cafe only does neighborhood business and there are not many customers at night. Moreover, this small cafe is located in the old city, where the buildings are in a mess. The back door leads to a criss-cross of alleys, and you won't be able to find anyone if you run in.

From this perspective, it is also a good place to make connections.

Song Heping picked up the coffee and took a sip, only to find that it was cold.

We agreed to meet at 7:30.

Why is Chris Chen so unpunctual?
Is he of Indian descent?

"Boss, give me a pot of coffee."

Song Heping decided to wait patiently.

Experience tells me that Chen must be nearby, perhaps secretly observing me somewhere.

They are all thousand-year-old foxes, have many enemies, and are not stupid.

The coffee arrived quickly.

Song Heping picked up the coffee pot and added some hot coffee to his cup. Thinking back to when he entered the customs during the day, it was exactly the same as Ferrari said.

The customs officer really found fault with me, but after I handed over two hundred dollars and pretended to be pitiful, the other party put on a "tolerant" attitude, lectured me a few words, and then raised his hand to let me go.

"The Chicken Country is really interesting..."

When Song Heping thought of this, he couldn't help but laugh.

Just then, there was a jingle at the door.

The bell on the door rang.

Song Heping looked up and saw a guy in his forties walking in.

Asian face, facial features of Chinese descent.

It feels familiar at first glance.

It was definitely him.

Song Heping could almost conclude that the person in front of him was Chris Chen.

Sure enough, when the two looked at each other, they both smiled knowingly.

As if they were old friends, Chen came straight to Song Heping and sat down, then he spoke in authentic Mandarin.

"Wait for a long time?"

"You've been observing for a long time."

Song Heping teased Chen, then asked curiously, "Are you Chinese?"

"Yeah." Chen directly picked up Song Heping's coffee pot and poured himself a cup: "Don't you think my words are so authentic? Do you think I'm a banana person?"

Song Heping said, "Your name is very banana."

Chen laughed and said, "When you're abroad, you need to be like this. Besides, just like your past, it may not be true."

As he spoke, he drank his coffee, his eyes wandering over Song Heping's face.

"You checked me?" Song Heping guessed, "You thought I was your enemy?"

Chen shook his head. "I'm not targeting anyone, but I'll check the background of everyone who comes to me. It's better to be safe than sorry."

Song Heping asked him, "So what did you find out?"

Chen curled his lips and put down his coffee cup. "You're quite skilled. You've become a rising star in the PMC community in just one year in Yiligo. You've been in the military, right?"

Song Heping did not hide it. If Chen couldn't find out that he had been a soldier, then there was no need to do business with this guy.

"Yes, I was a soldier."

Chen said, "203?"

When Song Heping mentioned this number, his hand holding the coffee trembled slightly, and his eyes became sharp as he stared at Chen in front of him. Chen quickly explained: "I don't mean any harm."

"Those who can find this number..." Song Heping's eyes were filled with murderous intent: "How do you think I should deal with you?"

Chen's heart skipped a beat.

I thought to myself, is this guy really serious?
The "warhead" is indeed correct.

The men from that unit were more alert than each other.

I guess he thought someone leaked the information.

For the people in 203, if someone knew this number, it would mean a leak.

Although he did not officially join, he trained there for nearly half a year.

Maybe Song Heping will really cost him his life.

"We're not enemies, there's no need to be so nervous." Chen felt a little unconvinced by just bowing his head like that, so he added, "If we really fight, you might not be able to defeat me."

Song Heping said coldly: "Try it?"

Chen said, "You don't want my help anymore?"

Song Heping said, "I'm asking you for help to save a friend of a friend. Even if you're not around, I can just find someone else. But if you're involved in the leak, I'll kill you out of loyalty to my original unit. What do you think I'll choose?"

Chen suddenly felt that he had gone too far.

I really shouldn't have mentioned 203...

Oh shit……

This guy is really...

It's been so many years since I left there, but I still remember all those rules and regulations.

"I say again, I am not your enemy." Chen stared at Song Heping and was ready.

If Song Heping takes action, he has to find a way to escape.

Suddenly, he regretted meeting today.

They say curiosity killed the cat.

For so many years, I have been suppressing my curiosity.

But maybe it was because he had been abroad for so many years, and when he suddenly saw Song Heping, he felt a sense of familiarity, so he had the idea of ​​meeting him.

Now it seems that this has backfired.

Fortunately, in the end, Song Heping seemed to give up the idea of ​​killing Chen.

"How did you know that number?" he asked.

Chen breathed a sigh of relief: "I can't tell you either, do you understand?"

Song Heping stared at Chen for a long time, and the murderous intent in his eyes suddenly receded like a tide.

"Okay, I like you."

He didn't press any further.

He vaguely felt that Chen's background was not simple.

But it was also clear that pressing the issue would yield no results.

His intuition told him that Chen was not his enemy.

In fact, he didn't know that after Chen heard what he said, he secretly breathed a sigh of relief in his heart.

"Let's get back to our business."

"it is good."

"What did you need my help with this time? Ferrari didn't explain it clearly in the dark web chat room."

"I need you to help me investigate something. The Colombian AUC armed forces recently kidnapped a Russian, a small-time mafia boss. He's a friend of a friend of mine. They've asked for a ransom. I've had someone detain them for now, but I don't think it will last long, maybe a week at most. I need to know where that Russian is being held."

Song Heping briefly explained the situation.

Ferrari previously said he did not provide detailed information to Chen.

Chen frowned slightly after hearing this. "Are you going to provoke the AUC armed forces just for a Russian? Are you sure?"

Song Heping said, "Aren't you an intelligence dealer? I'll pay you, you give me the information, don't ask anything else."

Chen laughed and said, "I do have a way to get the location of the detention center, but I warn you, brother, don't think you're invincible just because you came from Unit 203. With the scale of your company, you want to go to the Colombian jungle to steal people? Do you really think you can piss on the head of the King of Hell?"

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(End of this chapter)