Mercenary I am the king

Chapter 753 Favors, Blackmail

The mercenaries continued to unload various supplies from the plane.

Nicolas lit a Havana cigar on the grass beside the track and handed another to Le Mans.

"Have one?"

Le Mans shook his head: "I quit!"

Nicholas asked curiously, "Have you given up cigars?"

Le Mans said, “Yes.”

Nicholas laughed and said, "There are some things that are not good to quit."

Le Mans heard the hidden meaning in the words and hesitated for a moment before saying, "Nicholas, I advise you not to get involved in this mess."

"What do you mean?" Nicholas frowned and took out the cigar from his mouth: "Le Mans, you seem to be hiding something from me."

Le Mans's expression was as if he was constipated, and he didn't speak for a long time.

Nicolas's small eyes pierced Le Mans like sharp thorns: "Tell me, you have no secrets in front of me."

Le Mans gritted his teeth and said with a hateful expression: "I shouldn't have gotten involved with you guys back in Serbia."

Nicholas laughed: "Why? Are you afraid that the UN will know that you, a peacekeeping officer, are involved in human trafficking?"

Le Mans turned his head sharply and stared at Nicolas.

He is quite regretful.

I met Nicholas when I was participating in a peacekeeping mission in Serbia. Later, this guy used money to drag me into trouble.

Human trafficking is a lucrative business in Eastern Europe.

Those Eastern European girls are very popular sources in the United States or Europe. You only need to set up a so-called modeling agency and employ a few so-called "scouts" with good speaking skills, and then you can find a lot of sources.

More people from war-torn areas want to flee to Europe to escape the war, and this is also a high-income business.

Nicholas has done a lot of illegal things like this.

And then there are drugs.

Drugs flowing into Central Asia are transported to Europe, and the land route through Eastern Europe is also a very secretive channel.

Ordinary vehicles are not suitable for transporting these things, but UN vehicles have privileges, so many tycoons engaged in underground businesses will win over officers and soldiers in the UN peacekeeping forces.

Bribe them with money.

For military personnel whose salaries are not particularly high, money is undoubtedly the best weapon to defeat them.

Le Mans was newly married at the time and was short of money, so he quickly got involved with Nicolas and made a fortune in a few years.

But it's not easy to get the money from this underground emperor.

His money is poisonous.

Nicholas's best skill is to drag others into trouble and then use the evidence to do things for his own benefit.

He was prosecuted by the newly elected government that year, but was able to get away with it safely because he had people in various European governments.

"That's my daughter's business, can it be called muddy water?"

Nicholas softened his tone and gave an argument that even Lieutenant Colonel Le Mans could not refute.

"If you conceal some inside information today, then if anything happens to my daughter in the future, you will also be responsible."

The words were soft but firm.

Le Mans finally softened.

After all, Nicholas has too many handles on him.

The person in front of me is not a good man or a believer.

"Well, I know some news..."

Le Mans stopped talking here, as if he was weighing the pros and cons.

"Where are the cigars? Give me one."

He took the initiative to ask Nicholas for a cigarette.

Nicolas took out the Havana cigar he had just smoked and handed it to Le Mans. He looked at the French officer in front of him with a smile, as if he was in control of the situation. He said coldly, "It's better not to quit smoking. It's not good for your health."

Le Mans took the cigar, bit off a piece of the butt roughly, and then lit the cigar on the windproof lighter that Nicholas had lit. After taking a deep puff, he said, "Your daughter is in big trouble this time. She shouldn't have hired that guy named Song."

"The Song from PMC?"

Nicholas was a little surprised. Le Mans nodded. "But it's too late now. Maria is involved and it's hard to get out. Do you know who Song is?"

"Who?" Nicholas was stunned.

He had a bad feeling.

Le Mans said, "He's a top figure on the UN and American KB lists, and they're both offering a bounty for his capture. From what I understand, he's offended not only the CIA, but also the Mossad and the Satanic mercenary group."

"Is it the most powerful underground mercenary group in Africa?"

Nicholas seemed to realize the seriousness of the matter.

He knew about this mercenary group.

He even planned to hire this corps to do some work before leaving.

However, he was in Eastern Europe at the time, and it would take some time to contact Africa, and Maria's matter could not wait any longer, so he hired the best PMC company in Eastern Europe and sent two of the most elite mercenary teams to follow him here.

Now that the "Satan" mercenary group is involved, the difficulty of resolving the matter has increased exponentially.

"Do you get me?"

Le Mans held his cigar in his hand and looked sideways at Nicolas.

"I understand." Nicholas took a deep puff of his cigar, letting the smoke stay in his mouth for several seconds before exhaling.

"If I get involved, it means offending these institutions."

"Yes, Nicholas, you are very powerful in Eastern Europe, but this is not Eastern Europe, and your power is not enough to compete with Mossad and the CIA, let alone the 'Satan' mercenary group. Here, they are the kings."

"I'm surprised to hear such words coming from a UN peacekeeping officer like you."

Nicholas was obviously a little disdainful.

It’s not that I think Le Mans is being alarmist or exaggerating.

He knew the power of those intelligence agencies.

I just wonder why that Chinese guy named Song dared to provoke these institutions?
Isn't this courting death?

Le Mans sneered, "Perhaps I wasn't clear enough. Nicholas, tonight an elite mercenary detachment, wearing our uniforms and driving our armored vehicles, entered the war zone carrying a large amount of weaponry and drone equipment. They're heading towards Koma Village, where your daughter is. Do you want to know who they are?"

"People from the 'Satan' Legion?" Nicholas's face turned gloomy.

"Yes, you have some sense," Le Mans said. "How do you think they got these documents and fake identities?"

Nicholas's eyes sharpened again, staring at Lieutenant Colonel Le Mans and saying, "You know."

Le Mans said, "I'm not entirely sure, but I provided their car. The person who asked me to do this was much more senior than me, calling directly from my home country. Do you understand? I didn't even get their fake identities. Only high-ranking officials stationed here in the Soviet Union could have issued those documents."

Nicholas felt the pressure at this time.

I thought it was just some armed groups in South Sudan, and I could easily solve the problem by bringing in more than 20 elite mercenaries.

Now after hearing what Le Mans said, his daughter was in real trouble this time.

"There's always been a rumor about the Satan mercenary group. They have the support of many dignitaries from various countries, and it's their support that makes them so invincible in Africa. Strangely enough, this has never been confirmed, yet I believe it's true."

LeMans continued, "You shouldn't have hired that guy."

Nicholas took another long drag on his cigar, threw the remaining half to the ground, and stomped it out. "I had no choice. My daughter's village was being massacred, and it was that guy surnamed Song who saved them. No one else could have guaranteed my daughter's safety. If it weren't for that guy surnamed Song, my daughter might have died more than ten hours ago!"

Le Mans shrugged. "That's your family affair, so I won't comment on it. But my advice to you is, since you've brought people here, try to get your daughter away from that guy. Your daughter isn't the target right now; that guy surnamed Song is."

"Do me a favor again."

Nicholas suddenly made a request.

This surprised Le Mans.

Whenever this guy asks me for help, nothing good will happen.

"I've already helped you a lot and taken a huge risk. If Mossad and the CIA knew I was getting you involved in this, what do you think would happen to me?"

"Why don't you consider what will happen to you if you don't help me?"

The friendly light on Nicholas' face had long since disappeared, replaced by gloom and coldness.

Le Mans could tell from his eyes and expression that he had no choice but to help.

"damn it!"

He cursed bitterly: "Nicholas, making friends with someone like you is simply my nightmare. Tell me, how can I help you!"

(End of this chapter)