Mercenary I am the king

Chapter 572 Too Much Money

"In less than a month and a half, he actually managed to do it?"

At the CIA headquarters in Langley, Pence held the report as if he was reading a heavenly book, muttering to himself in disbelief.

After reading it, he threw down the report and looked at Kelly who was sitting across from the desk, his eyes suddenly filled with murderous intent.

"That's right. The Leva Group also sent people to negotiate with Song the day before yesterday, expressing their willingness to surrender." Kelly said, "I didn't expect him to do it so quickly. I thought it would take at least half a year..."

"First, he provoked internal strife, then hid aside to watch the drug dealers fight, and finally entered the scene to reap the rewards. In one night, he eliminated three candidates and the most ruthless leader of the organization...Kelly, this kind of person cannot be completely controlled by us."

As deputy director for operations, Pence felt not joy but threat.

"He's now the uncrowned king of South American drug trafficking. Even Colombians have to listen to him. If things continue like this, we'll all be constrained by him."

Kelly said: "But he didn't take much, only 10%, which is very reasonable."

"We need to take a long-term view and not leave any hidden dangers behind," Pence said.

After a pause, he continued, "How's the situation at Barrett?"

Kelly said, "He's been collecting intelligence on Song Heping's financial channels. All the money he earned in South America went to over a dozen offshore companies. He has the names on file. If they want to take action against him in the future, they can simply shut off the Musician's defenses."

"Can we make him physically disappear?" Pence said, "Let Barrett be the insider, and then send the Watchers to carry out the operation."

Kelly said, "It's not impossible, but that would expose Barrett's identity. Once Song dies, it's unknown whether the five major families will accept Barrett's intervention. If Barrett can't control the situation, then we will be back to the previous situation."

"This is a problem..."

Burns leaned back in his chair, pondered for a moment, and then sighed: "Is this guy so difficult to deal with?"

Kelly said, "I think there might be a better way."

"What method?" Pence's eyes lit up.

Kelly said, "Song Heping has a military contract in Iligo and has been doing transportation security. The situation in Iligo is relatively stable now, so his company is also operating smoothly. I was wondering... what would you think if he were sent to a dangerous place and died there?"

"Going to a dangerous place..."

Pence reacted quickly and an uncontrollable sly smile appeared on his lips.

"You mean Afugan?"

"Right," Kelly said. "And we can't do it through our hands. Song is so smart. If we invite him, he'll definitely be wary. But if someone else... say, the British, he'll definitely agree. Once he gets there, we have plenty of ways to keep him stuck in the yellow sands of the Hindu Kush forever."

Pence finally grinned this time. "You mean the 'Strong Resolve' program?"

"That's right," Kelly nodded.

Pence pushed the report in front of Kelly and said, "Okay, give him one last try to recruit him. If that doesn't work, we'll do as you say. We can't have any tough guys in South America that are beyond our control."

……

Playa del Carmen, Quintana Roo, Mexico.

On a yacht on the coast, Song Heping was sunbathing on the front deck wearing sunglasses.

Through the lens, he looked at the disaster star who was standing by the side rail fishing a few meters away.

The disaster star was holding a fishing rod and waving it there for almost an hour.

But this guy's fishing style is like his fighting style, rough and impatient.

He just cut the thread and now he is cursing in Chechen.

Everyone else was drinking in the cabin, and the music was deafening as it came out of the cabin door.

"Disaster, reel in slowly. Gently swing your line from side to side so your lure mimics the movement of a fish, and it needs to look like a wounded fish. Don't reel in too quickly after casting it, or the fish won't be able to catch up!"

He couldn't help but remind the disaster star.

The disaster star looked back at Song Heping.

Maybe it was because of the too much sun, or maybe it was because he was too angry, but the disaster star's whole face was dark red.

"Okay, I'll try."

He tried.

However, due to lack of experience, I still came up empty-handed after trying a few times.

"I'm not fishing anymore! This is a rip-off! I'm going to ask the tackle shop owner to refund my money when I get back to shore! This rod is not cheap, if he doesn't compensate me, I'll kill him!"

After saying that, he angrily threw his fishing rod on the deck and pointed at the sea, saying, "I can see fish! So many fish! And I can't catch any!"

Song Heping knew that talking about skills with the disaster star was like playing the lute to a cow, so he could only smile, spread his hands and let him go.

The disaster star suddenly took off his shirt and jumped into the sea.

"I go!"

Song Heping was shocked.

There are sharks in this sea.

And it's not a safe area near the shore.

He quickly got up and went to the side of the ship, looking down at the sea. He saw the disaster star swimming around in the water, and it seemed that he was an expert diver. He finally felt relieved.

After a while, the disaster star emerged from the water with a real fish in his hand.

This made Song Heping unable to help but take off his sunglasses.

"I didn't realize you're such a good swimmer!"

The disaster star looked very happy. He grabbed the fish weighing several kilograms with both hands, bit it on the back, tore off a piece of meat, and chewed it in big mouthfuls.

Song Heping felt his scalp tingling after seeing this. He thought to himself that it was no wonder that the Russians suffered a great loss in the Caucasus. Even ghosts would be afraid of these old cars that were so greedy that they ate raw meat and drank blood.

"Don't eat it in the water. The smell of blood will attract sharks and you'll be doomed!"

"It's okay! I have a gun!"

As the disaster star said this, he actually pulled out a pistol from his waist.

Song Heping was just about to explain to him that firing a gun in the water was not very powerful and could not kill a shark, but he felt his cell phone vibrating in his pocket.

He took it out and saw that it was Ferrari calling.

Song Heping returned to the shade beside the boat and answered the phone, "My dear brother, is there anything wrong?"

"Are you on vacation?"

Ferrari probably heard the sound of the sea breeze.

"I'm still eating sand here in the oil fields!"

"It's okay. I've finished my work here. I'll go back to spend time with you in a few days. I'll be on duty and you'll have the day off! Hahahaha!"

Song Heping finished laughing and asked, "Is there anything urgent?"

"Let me tell you something. Do you know how much surplus funds we have in our account right now?"

"How many?"

"$3 million. Half of it was laundered in Mexico, and the rest was invested in overseas financial products and precious metals. At this rate, we estimate our company's net profit will reach $5 million by the end of this year."

"That much?"

Song Heping was stunned.

He has never been in charge of finances.

Ferrari manages all the company's accounts and finances.

In fact, Song Heping's own personal account also accumulated more than 70 million US dollars, including dividends for two consecutive years and commissions from various activities. Every penny was transferred to his account by Ferrari according to the company's profit-sharing rules.

When money reaches a certain level, it becomes just a number.

Song Heping didn't dare give much to his younger brother and sister. He transferred one million US dollars to each of them and would pay them when they needed funds in the future.

"I still have some cash here, but I don't know what to do with it. I'm planning to find a way to wire it to you and launder it..."

"Not for now. Too much, too often it will attract attention. Keep it for now."

"There's 30 million in cash..."

"You figure it out yourself. I can't help you for now," said Ferrari.

Song Heping jokingly said, "I now understand the pain of drug dealers... By the way, apart from the investment, the rest of the money in the account has been divided among the brothers, including the school in Venezuela, and everyone in our company, including those Yiligo mercenaries, as bonuses."

"The company has a rule that even if we follow the profit-sharing system, we can't distribute all the money." Ferrari said, "Didn't you tell me last time that you had a plan when you had a lot of money?"

"Oh... yes, I almost forgot..."

Song Heping then remembered.

"From now on, all funds related to the military will be handled using the money we laundered from Mexico. Isn't there a lot of money lately? Okay, I'll go to the US and help you spend the money where it should be spent."

“How are you going to spend it?”

"Of course it's for lobbying firms," ​​Song Heping said. "Last time in New York, Angel told me that if I want to get more business, it would be best to deal with lobbying firms and connect with more politicians through them."

"Okay, let me know how much you need and how to transfer it in."

"Oh, right, go find General Peter and see how many military leaders he needs to manage. Don't be afraid to waste money. Be generous. If they don't dare to take it, give it to their children. If the children don't work, give it to the foundation. If the foundation doesn't work, I'll open an investment company in the United States and give them projects."

Song Heping said, "I've been thinking a lot recently, and I think it's a good idea to drag more people into the drug business and give all the money from drug trafficking to their children, hahahaha!"

Ferrari was stunned for a moment, then he also laughed: "Why do I find that you are really a bad guy!"

"There's an old saying in my hometown, I don't know if you've heard it, but there are three irons in life."

"Which three irons?"

"We carried guns together, shared the spoils together, and had sex together. I just want to share the spoils with the military."

　Asking for a monthly ticket!

　　
　
(End of this chapter)