Mercenary I am the king

Chapter 274 Silas's Father

The person who came was Silas.

"Mr. Song, my father has arrived and is staying at this hotel. He wants to meet you and express his gratitude in person."

"see me?"

Song Heping was a little surprised.

I didn’t expect that the Army Major General would fly to Ecuador in person.

But after all, he is a big shot. Although Venezuela is not a big country, it still has a certain influence in South America.

After all, there are not many countries in South America that dare to confront the United States.

"Okay. I'll just change and go. Where do we meet?"

"In the restaurant on the second floor, room A1."

"No problem, please ask your father to wait for five minutes and I will be down soon."

"Then I'll go down first and wait for you in the restaurant."

After some pleasantries, Silas left. Song Heping closed the door and stood there thinking for a while.

Silas's father...

I think his name was Lamas.

While Song Heping was getting dressed, he was thinking about what Lamas would talk to him about.

I vaguely felt that the other party flew here in person, not just to express gratitude.

After getting dressed, Song Heping took the elevator to the second floor and was led to the agreed room by the waiter.

There were two burly men standing at the door, obviously bodyguards.

Song Heping explained his purpose and a bodyguard pushed open the door and went in to report.

Soon Silas came out and led Song Heping into the room.

Room A1 was very large, and the table was also very large, but there was only one person sitting at the table. Song Heping guessed that it was Silas's father, a major general, because the two of them looked like they were printed from the same mold.

When I first met Silas at the K1 camp, he was as sloppy as a savage. After returning to the hotel in Quito and tidying up, he was like a completely different person. It would not be an exaggeration to say that he was a spirited young man.

Look at Silas's father, Major General Lamas. He was wearing a light blue shirt, simple but stylish, and blue jeans. He had a typical military crew cut, and his hair was already a little gray. He exuded a low-key and steady temperament.

Seeing Song Heping coming in, Lamas stood up and extended his hand.

"Mr. Song, you are welcome to do me a favor."

Song Heping quickly shook hands with him and said politely, "It's an honor to meet you, General Lamas."

Lamas glanced at Silas next to him, then released his hand and gestured for him to sit down: "Sit."

The three of them sat down at the table and the bodyguard closed the door. Soon, the waiter brought breakfast, which included coffee, milk, bread, and two hamburger-like things stuffed with fresh cheese, minced meat, and avocado.

“We’ll eat and talk.”

Lamas casually took a sip of his coffee, then picked up something that looked like a hamburger and said to Song Heping, "This is what we eat in Venezuela. It's a corn tortilla with minced meat, cheese, and avocado. It tastes very good."

After saying that, he opened his mouth and took a big bite.

Song Heping had no choice but to follow suit and took a sip of coffee and a bite of corn tortilla.

You know what, it tastes really good.

"How does it taste?"

Ramas asked.

Song Heping nodded and gave a thumbs up: "It's delicious, much better than the burgers at KFC."

Lamas laughed. "That's right, not everything from America is good."

Song Heping sensed the hidden meaning in the words, so he smiled slightly, nodded but said nothing, which was considered as his agreement.

"Mr. Song is the boss of PMC?"

Ramas suddenly changed the subject and came to Song Heping's identity.

"Yeah." Song Heping nodded and continued eating and pretending to be stupid.

He was now 100% certain that Lamas's personal visit to Ecuador this time was not just to express his gratitude.

"I heard from Silas that you came to South America in person to rescue a Russian friend?"

Lamas' words seemed to be getting deeper and deeper.

Song Heping continued to observe the situation and nodded. "Yes, General, you are right. My friend was kidnapped, so I came to rescue him. It was also by chance that I met Silas and rescued him along the way."

"I heard it's an arms trade dispute?" Ramus said. "I heard it was the AUC forces that intercepted a shipment of your weapons, correct?"

Song Heping said: "That's right. Originally, this batch of arms was not particularly valuable. It was just that our Russian friends came to negotiate with them, but they were kidnapped unexpectedly."

Lamas smiled meaningfully and said, "The arms market in South America is not as simple as you think. Selling arms here is very complicated."

He pointed at Silas and said, "My son, do you know why he was kidnapped?"

Song Heping's heart moved: "Could it be because of the arms business?"

Lamas nodded without hesitation: "That's right."

Song Heping was slightly surprised.

First of all, he didn't know that Silas was also selling arms.

So, he and I are still in the same business.

Secondly, he was a general, but his son was also reselling arms.

He is so frank that he doesn't even shy away from such things.

Seeing Song Heping remained silent, Lamas smiled and said, "Do you think it's strange that Silas is involved in the arms business?"

Seeing how straightforward he was, Song Heping didn't hide anything and admitted, "Yes, I didn't expect it."

Lamas said: "The South American arms market is a huge pie, but do you know who the biggest player is?"

Song Heping thought for a moment and then asked, "Drug trafficking group?"

Lamas shook his head and laughed, "If we look at it from a buyer-seller perspective, the drug cartels are merely consumers."

Song Heping suddenly remembered something. Since Silas himself was involved in the arms trade, it meant that in South America, those involved in the arms trade were definitely not just underground arms dealers or drug cartels. Could they be people with official backgrounds?
Think about it again, who has the greatest power in this land of South America?
He suddenly remembered a saying - this is America's back garden.

As long as we get to the heart of the matter, everything seems to become clear.

Finally, Song Heping gave his own answer: "General, don't tell me I'm an American..."

"It really is!"

Lamas said, "The Americans are not only the largest arms dealers in South America, but also the largest arms dealers in the world. Formal state purchases are only visible. Behind the scenes, the white gloves under the CIA have almost decisive control over the South American arms market. Apart from the Americans, other arms dealers are just small fry. Do you understand?"

"Before the collapse of the Soviet Union, there were still some who could counterbalance the Americans in the South American arms market. After all, everyone supported the governments they had supported, and through various channels, they pushed arms here to those regimes they supported, helping them consolidate their rule. However, after the fall of the Soviet Union, although some former KGB white gloves still do business here, their presence and market share are far less than before. Now, the arms market here is dominated by American intelligence agencies."

"The reason the AUC dared to intercept your weapons is because I believe the intelligence came from the CIA. This is because the Colombian government is currently backed by the Americans, and the AUC and the government are flirting with each other. Their opponents, the FARC and the ELN, are left-wing organizations that the Americans will absolutely not allow to grow. If your weapons are shipped here and sold to these two organizations, the Americans will not allow it."

"Our client is a drug cartel, not the FARC or the ELN," Song Heping said.

"Are you sure?" Lamas swallowed the last bite of the tortilla, looked at Song Heping with a smile, and said meaningfully, "Have you ever investigated who is behind that drug cartel? In Colombia, every drug cartel has a closely related armed group or rebel group behind it. For example, if you are engaged in drug trafficking in the northeast of Colombia, you can't do business at all if you don't have a good relationship with the FARC organization. For example, if you are doing business in the southeast, if you don't have a good relationship with the ELN armed forces, your drugs will be difficult to transport out. All drug trafficking businesses in Colombia are related to different factions of armed forces. Do you understand?"

"I think I understand."

Song Heping finally understood what was going on this time.

Lamas continued, "In South America, if you want to be in the arms trade, you either have to be a white glove for the CIA. Normally, you can sell to anyone, but when they need you to support a regime or rebel group through your channels, you have to work for them."

"So, General, which faction of arms dealers do you belong to?" Song Heping suddenly thought of an interesting question: "I hope you don't mind me asking this."

"Of course I wouldn't be offended," Lamas said. "We have no relationship with the Americans, but we also want to get a certain share. After all, this will make it easier for us to support certain forces here that we want to support, and it can also squeeze the Americans in this business so that they don't get too rampant."

Venezuela has always been defiant towards the United States, and Song Heping knows this.

Lamas sounded like he wanted to recruit him.

But is it worth it to offend the CIA for him?
While Song Heping was still weighing his options and making no decision, Lamas spoke up. "I think you could consider cooperating with us. Don't you Chinese have an old saying, 'Unity is strength'? If we work together, with your supply and talent, and my influence and intelligence in the area, as well as transportation support in certain areas, I believe we could even give the CIA a run for its money. Are you interested?"

　Asking for a monthly ticket!

　　
　
(End of this chapter)