Mercenary I am the king

Chapter 578 Idiot Major
Two weeks later, Song Heping flew to the UK with two special operations platoon soldiers, and then flew from the UK to Kyrgyzstan.

The defense contract with JF Group has been signed.

Song Heping Company is deployed in the Kandahar region and is responsible for the training of police forces in the region.

When they left Venezuela, no one carried weapons. Due to the sensitive relationship between the United States and Venezuela, weapons could not be shipped out of Venezuela, not to mention that if all the equipment of two special forces platoons with a total of 60 people were loaded, the light weapons and individual equipment alone would fill an entire container.

According to the Jefferies Group, Song Heping will first arrive in Kyrgyzstan on a C-17 Globemaster transport plane from a British air force base and land at the Manas Air Force Base of the US military in Kyrgyzstan.

Upon arrival, the Jefferson Group will be responsible for providing equipment and then transferring to a C-130 Hercules to fly to Kabul.

Sitting in the American's large transport plane, Song Heping thought of the British ambitions and couldn't help feeling ridiculous from the bottom of his heart.

The British eventually declined.

They don't even have the ability to deploy globally.

Even large transport aircraft have to rely on American support, and yet they still want to gain command of the anti-terrorism war in Afghanistan. This is simply a joke.

Song Heping also did some research on why the Jefferson Group approached him.

Henry used his identity as a British intelligence agent to obtain first-hand information.

So Song Heping probably also knew that the British were in a hurry at this time.

They thought they had reached the center of the Iron Throne in the global war on terror, but they actually sat down on a fire pit dug for them by the Americans, and their butts were roasted to smoke.

Thinking about how the Americans even betrayed their closest allies, Song Heping couldn't help but sigh again. The old saying was indeed right. Being the enemy of the Americans was dangerous, but being their friend was deadly.

Before going to Afghanistan, Song Heping made arrangements for the company's personnel.

Hunter and White Bear led the core team back to Irigo, while Collins, Moretti and Jiang Feng were responsible for following him to Afghanistan.

The reason for this deployment is simple.

Collins and Moretti are among the latest to join the company. They have not had many opportunities to participate in actual combat and need to accumulate practical experience.

What's more, Collins and Moretti are good at bomb disposal and interrogation respectively. Going to a place like Afghanistan can help him and provide some professional training to the police force.

As a result, only Barrett was nominally left in charge of the entire company in Mexico.

The usefulness of this undercover agent was highlighted at this time.

On the one hand, letting him be solely responsible for Mexican affairs is also the result that the CIA would prefer to see.

After all, Song Heping also knew that if he interfered too much in the affairs of Mexico, Kelly might not even be able to sleep peacefully.

His company there only wants to make money. Now that the situation has opened up, Song Heping is not interested in controlling the volume of drug shipments and transactions.

The most important thing is the 10% dividend.

The money is in place and your interests are not harmed.

It doesn’t matter who plays the black glove.

If Barrett can replace my position, then let him do it if he has the ability.

Of course, he couldn't do that.

After all, the five major families were afraid of themselves, not him.

And those anti-government armed forces and warlords in Colombia will not buy into Barrett's account.

If he dares to do evil behind my back, it would only take a few minutes to deal with him.

Secondly, his current position in Mexico is too conspicuous. If he stays there, his command will be further and further weakened. After he leaves, even if Kelly wants to deal with him, it will be difficult to find his weakness. The only leverage he has is the black money.

As for black money, hehe, I have already made arrangements.

Kelly really dares to break up with me. Let's wait and see.

Although he had considered everything very carefully, Song Heping still felt an inexplicable uneasiness when he sat in the transport plane.

I originally thought that I was worried about the safety issues after arriving in Afghanistan, but after thinking about it, it seems that is not the case.

After flying for nearly twenty hours, Song Heping, who has always been sharp-minded, couldn't even tell what was making him uneasy.

He always felt that something was going to happen.

The feeling is like a spring buried in the soil, slowly seeping water. You can't see it on the ground, but you can feel it is very damp.

After entering Central Asia and flying over the Tianshan Mountains, the C-130 Hercules transport aircraft finally landed smoothly at the Manas Air Force Base.

This was not originally a military base. In the fall of 2001, the United States took advantage of the Afghan war to reach an agreement with Kyrgyzstan to lease this international airport as an air force base to support US military operations in Afghanistan.

At this time, there are 2000 military personnel from the United States, Spain and France in the entire air base, and nearly mercenaries from the United States and Kyrgyzstan, who are responsible for providing air support to the Afghan ground forces and performing tasks such as aerial refueling, air transport, airdrops, transporting the wounded, and transporting personnel and supplies to Afghanistan.

After getting off the plane, Song Heping looked around but didn't see the person who came to meet him.

The other British soldiers who came with him had already left in their cars, leaving him and more than 60 people standing there stupidly, smelling the exhaust fumes from the plane.

A US ground crew officer came over and yelled at Song Heping: "Who are you?! Get out of here, get out of here now!"

Song Heping looked at the American and didn't want to cause any trouble, so he asked him, "Excuse me, do you know where Major Roy Black is?"

The lieutenant looked at Song Heping, then at the sixty men behind him, most of whom had South American faces, and asked suspiciously, "What do you want with him?"

Song Heping said: "We are from the British Jefferson International Security Group. We are here for a connecting flight to Afghanistan. We were told that we need to find Major Black here to collect our equipment."

"Get equipment?"

An indescribable sneer flashed across the eyes of the American lieutenant.

"Are you mercenaries?" "Yes, you can think so." Song Heping did not deny it.

There was a hint of pity in the lieutenant's eyes, as if he was looking at a group of idiots who were about to go to hell without knowing it.

He didn't want to bother with these mercenaries who were heading to hell to carry out their mission, so he turned and pointed at the mobile building.

"He's over at the supplies building, go find him."

"Thank you."

Song Heping led his men away from the lawn beside the runway and came to a quiet corner of the airport, where they waited for another ten minutes.

Then he pulled out his satellite phone and dialed Blake's number.

But no one answered until the line rang and disconnected.

"Are all British people so unreliable?"

Song Heping angrily gave up the idea of ​​continuing to call.

"Jiang Feng, you guys wait here, I'll go find Blake."

"Okay, old squad leader."

After instructing Jiang Feng, Song Heping strode towards the airport's supplies building.

The airport is very large, and it took a full ten minutes to reach the supplies building.

I asked someone at the door and found out that this guy's office was on the second floor.

When he reached the second floor and saw dozens of offices, Song Heping became even more angry.

I finally found Blake's office, but found no one inside.

I asked the secretary, and the secretary said that the major was in the materials management office on the first floor.

Song Heping was so angry that he almost cursed.

But I still held back.

He could only go downstairs again, checking the time as he walked.

I found that nearly an hour had passed since I landed, and I hadn't even seen a receptionist.

It's so evil.

That's it?

Damn, the Brits still want to get back on top.

Bullshit him!

Just from this detail, Song Heping was even more certain that the British army would not be able to hold command for too long this time.

I'm afraid this contract can only last for one year.

It was right to ask for a higher price at the beginning.

When he reached the supplies department on the first floor, Song Heping saw a major with a British military rank, wearing a handsome camouflage uniform and with very little hair on the back of his head arguing with an American officer.

The British major's body movements were very rich, his hands flying, and he kept saying "You make me sick!"

Standing in front of him was an American captain, who seemed indifferent to the British major's complaints. He even crossed his arms over his chest, as if he was taking the major's venting as a song.

"Major Black."

Song Heping had already determined that the bald head must belong to Major Blake, and regardless of the fact that he was talking to someone, he went straight up to interrupt the other person.

Major Black didn't even look back and continued to complain to the American captain with spit flying everywhere.

Song Heping understood what he meant.

It seemed that the captain didn't take Major Blake's original plan seriously at all. Even though he had made the plan and submitted it yesterday, the captain still messed it up today.

"Major!"

Song Heping didn't care about being polite or not, and just reached out and patted Blake on the shoulder.

"Hey! I need you some help!"

Blake turned around suddenly, and his big, dregs nose almost poked Song Heping in the face: "Who are you?! Can't you see I'm talking to someone?! Do you have any manners?! You yellow monkey!"

Song Heping immediately got angry and started to FCUK him.

"Fuck you idiot! Don't try to be polite in front of me. You've left us hanging on the tarmac for an entire hour, and you're talking to me about being polite!? Damn it! Did you forget you were going to pick us up and hand over our equipment?! What right do you have to talk to me about being polite?!"

Major Blake was shocked by Song Heping's anger.

After a long pause, he suddenly remembered something and glanced at the electronic clock on the wall: "Are you Song?"

Song Heping got angry: "You finally remembered that I'm Song?"

He raised his finger and pointed at his head.

"Did you eat too much shit today? Your mouth stinks! If you delay our trip today and cause any consequences, I will report it to your superiors without any consequences and hold you accountable! Fuck you! You think I can't go to Kandahar without you?!"

　Asking for a monthly ticket!

　　
　
(End of this chapter)