Mercenary I am the king

Chapter 290 You Can’t Do Anything to Me
Song Heping picked up the stack of documents on the table without changing his expression and looked at them one by one very carefully.

"What brand of camera?"

He suddenly said something that caught Simon off guard.

"what?!"

Simon thought he had misheard.

"What did you just say?"

Song Heping picked up one of the pictures and turned the content side towards Simon.

"This photo is very high-quality and artistic. It's as tall as a three or four-story building. So I wanted to ask what camera you used so I can buy one. Maybe it will come in handy in the future."

Simon froze like a statue.

After a moment, his expression became increasingly ugly, as if covered by a layer of black mist.

Maybe it was because of the lighting, the white face looked a little distorted.

He swung his hand suddenly, snatched the document from Song Heping's hand, slammed it on the table, and then raised his index finger like a cocked gun, almost touching Song Heping's forehead, and roared like a beast: "Do you think this is funny?! Huh? Do you think this is tough?! Do you really think I can't do anything to you if you try to play tricks on me?!"

Song Heping shook his head and stared into Simon's eyes: "No, I don't think so."

"Then explain it to me! Are you buying the SA-9 missile launch system?!"

Simon shouted fiercely, "You'd better answer honestly. Don't think I can't do anything to you just because you survived water torture last time. This is the CIA. There are hundreds of ways to pry open your mouth!"

He withdrew his finger and poked the stack of photos hard, making the table thump.

"Even without your confession, I can send you to Guantanamo Bay based on this alone, and that old witch Nancy you rely on won't be able to do anything to us!"

Song Heping sighed, reached out and picked up the photos on the table, then picked out one and said, "Didn't you take a clear picture? Why are you still interrogating me? Yes, this photo shows Yusuf and I discussing the purchase of the SA-9 missile launch system. By the way, I want the whole set, including the vehicle, and I'm paying him $50 for each set."

After saying that, he picked up another photo and said, "This one was taken tonight, right? You can see that the truck belongs to my company, and so does the crane. You're right, I purchased three SA-9 air defense systems."

He laughed and tossed the photo back onto the table.

Song Heping's confession made Simon on the opposite side completely helpless.

He didn't expect Song Heping to be so frank and open without any concealment or excuses.

He didn't even bother to explain and just admitted that he was trafficking in arms.

"What are you going to use these three systems for? Do you want to provide the Irigo rebels with anti-aircraft firepower to attack the US military?!" Simon continued to ask.

Since Song Heping has admitted it, we might as well ask him clearly and get more powerful evidence so that he can be detained in Guantanamo for a longer time.

"Hahahahahaha!"

Unexpectedly, as soon as he finished speaking, Song Heping burst into laughter again. In the end, he bent over with laughter and sat in the chair like a roasted shrimp.

Seeing his overjoyed look, Simon broke down again.

At least he has received professional training and generally won't lose his composure.

But he had never met anyone like Song Heping.

When other people came into the CIA interrogation room, their faces usually turned pale. But Song Heping was different. He was laughing and joking with himself in circles. He didn't act like a normal person at all.

"What are you laughing at?! Answer my question!"

Simon suddenly felt powerless.

In fact, he could have immediately had Song Heping taken away and locked up, and then arrange a plane a few days later for a small team to escort him to Guantanamo. In most cases, this is how the CIA's action team would deal with people involved in terrorism.

Once they arrive at Guantanamo, most of the "tough guys" will become "softies" and some will even become mentally ill.

That damn place is no place for human beings to stay.

However, Simon couldn't explain why he wanted to get all the confessions from Song Heping about his backtalk.

Perhaps the two previous failures had made him a little paranoid. Song Heping was like a nightmare deep in his heart. If he could not defeat him, he would be shrouded in that invisible and intangible shadow for the rest of his life and unable to extricate himself.

Suddenly, he pulled out his gun, loaded it and pointed it directly at Song Heping's forehead.

This action shocked the two GRS team members on the side. They wanted to come up to stop it but did not dare to.

Song Heping suppressed his laughter, stared at the black muzzle of the gun, and said calmly, "Station Commander Simon, I'm laughing because I think you're really stupid. You're the station commander of the CIA, a mid-level cadre in the world's largest intelligence organization. Haven't you ever considered how naive what you just asked was?"

Simon was stunned again.

Song Heping continued, "Where did you catch me? Which direction was I going?"

The doubt in Simon's eyes gradually dissipated, and suddenly, his face flushed and his pistol dropped.

Song Heping looked at him with a smile, because he knew that Simon had figured it out.

When he was arrested, the convoy was heading south.

Currently, the security in southern Irigaray is relatively safe, and most of the armed resistance organizations are in the southwest or northwest.

Besides, since Simon was able to catch me tonight, it means he had been preparing for many days.

In this case, Simon must have known that his batch of SA-9 missiles had completed the formal departure procedures.

Since you were about to leave the country, how could you not know that you were being sent to Africa?

Since they have left the country, of course they will not sell it to the resistance organizations within the country.

Simon was just a little confused by what he had just done, causing him to lose his most basic judgment.

Under Song Heping's teasing gaze, Simon put away his pistol in disappointment, and the two GRS team members beside him also secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

"So, who are you going to sell the SA-9 missiles to? Which terrorist organization in Africa?!" Simon finally sorted out his thoughts and got back to the point.

Unexpectedly, Song Heping on the opposite side shook his head again.

"What do you mean by shaking your head?!" Simon suppressed his anger, continued to stare at Song Heping, and asked his own question.

Song Heping calmly replied, "No comment." "You're courting death, you know that?" Simon said, "If you don't tell me here, the interrogators there will pry the answer out of you once you get to Guantanamo. The interrogation here is considered very civilized, but the guards and interrogators at Guantanamo are not so polite."

Song Heping smiled and said, "Thank you, but I still say the same thing - I have no comment."

The room fell silent again.

Simon fell silent.

He searched Song Heping's face for the answer.

The two GRS team members behind him were also amazed.

I have seen people on trial before, but this is the first time I have seen someone so tough.

One of the team members couldn't help but said to Simon, "Sir, let the interrogation team deal with this guy."

He meant well and advised Simon not to continue wasting his time on Song Heping.

Simon seemed shaken as well.

He felt that it was really difficult to use ordinary interrogation methods to break through the tough guy like Song Heping. Last time, he even subjected him to water torture for an entire night, but he still couldn't make him confess.

Not to mention that we can have a polite conversation here.

The photos and information on the table were enough to prove Song Heping's guilt.

There's really no need to waste too much time here.

It would be better to see how the interrogation of the other people who were captured together progresses.

It is estimated that all the necessary information will be obtained before dawn to create a file of the entire incident, so that we can apply to our superiors to send Song Heping to Guantanamo Bay Prison.

Song Heping is the legal person of "Musician" Defense. His imprisonment means that this company is also involved in the entire arms trafficking incident. The military cannot cooperate with such a tainted PMC company. At that time, it will be legitimate to ask the military to cancel its cooperation with "Musician" Defense.

Then the task assigned by Congressman Charlie will be completed.

Thinking of this, Simon suddenly felt refreshed, as if he had put down a burden.

Finally, a smile appeared on his face. He stood up and said to Song Heping, "In that case, I will hand you over to the interrogation team. You are thick-skinned, so you will suffer more."

As he spoke, he collected the documents on the table and put them into a file bag.

"I'm no longer interested in wasting time with you here. You've completely lost tonight. You're finished, do you understand? Song!"

At this point, Simon couldn't help but burst into laughter.

Before his laughter could even stop, Song Heping suddenly interrupted his happiness: "Stationmaster Simon, I think you are too happy too early."

Simon's smile quickly disappeared like ice cream melted in the sun.

In the first few seconds, his mind was racing, wondering if Song Heping was bluffing him.

Soon, he couldn't help himself: "Do you think you still have a chance to turn things around?!"

Song Heping said, "Stationmaster, you can't do anything to me."

Simon's face changed and he sat back in his seat.

"Come on, tell me, why can't I do anything to you?"

As he spoke, he picked up the file bag in his hand and shook it gently.

"Just for this, I can have you escorted to Guantanamo Bay tomorrow and thrown into a cell to rot in for the next eight or ten years..."

"Don't be naive."

Song Heping interrupted Simon and asked very seriously: "By the way, what time is it now?"

Simon, as if possessed by some unknown force, actually checked his watch, and then, as if possessed by some unknown force, answered Song Heping's question: "One twenty."

Song Heping nodded slightly and looked towards the door.

He raised his finger and pointed to the door.

"Let me tell you what happens next."

"Okay, I'll give you a chance to see what kind of tricks you can pull!" Simon's eyes turned gloomy. "I really want to see what else you, a clown, can perform."

Song Heping cleared his throat and said solemnly, "Soon one of your men will knock on the door and tell you that there is an important visitor. You have to see him and cannot refuse him. This person's position and status are higher than yours. He is also a senior military official. He will tell you some information within the scope of your authority. I don't know the details. But -"

He paused.

Simon on the opposite side no longer had the arrogance he had before, and Song Heping could see the lack of confidence in his pupils.

"The key point is that even though you're not impressed with the military, you can use your intelligence department's privileges to refuse to release them and demand they contact your superiors. However, you'll quickly discover that this is useless because your superiors... might be from the Operations Department, the Intelligence Department, or even someone as important as the Deputy Director."

"He will call you and tell you to release me immediately, restore my freedom, return the three SA-9 missile launch systems that were seized from me, and apologize to me..."

"impossible!"

Simon could no longer tolerate the outrageous words of the guy in front of him named Song Heping.

He is telling himself a story.

It’s still about "One Thousand and One Nights"!
"Absolutely impossible!"

Just as Simon stood up and asked the two GRS team members behind him to take Song Heping out and hand him over to the interrogation team, there was a sudden knock on the door.

Tuk-tuk-tuk——

Simon was stunned.

Song Heping looked at him and pointed at the door.

"Look, here's yours."

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