Mercenary I am the king

Chapter 101 What is supposed to come will come.

"Musician's Defense recently recruited a new sniper named Guy."

Rice quickly gave his guess.

"He's somewhat famous in the Bakda mercenary circle. He wields an M24 sniper rifle, and this is something many people know."

When Simon heard the "musician"'s defense, a strange look flashed in his eyes.

He doesn't like the group "Musicians".

They had tricked me before in the case of Seif.

I heard that they also received an audience with the old witch Nancy.

It was also thanks to Nancy's connections that we won the oil field security order from Wood Energy.

Otherwise, with the abilities of the chefs, it would be impossible for them to take on such a lucrative job.

"Based on this alone, your evidence is too weak."

Although Simon doesn't like Song Heping and the cook.

But eradicating these people is not something that can be done simply by accusing them of a crime.

In the past, they could be sent to Guantanamo on any pretext.

Now at least he has seen the old witch and got the order from Wood Company through this relationship, which means that the donkey gang is involved in this matter.

Framing these mercenaries is a small matter, but if the old witch wants to make a fuss about it, it will also be very troublesome for me.

"Mr. Turner from Wood Energy came to the oil fields a few days ago and proposed a competing agreement. In two weeks, depending on the security status of the Hassan and Cook oil fields, the security contract for the two oil fields will be awarded to one party, either Blackwater or Musician. Therefore, Cook's gang has the greatest motivation to frame us."

Rice continued to add to his speculation.

"Besides, who else could it be but this armed group of 'musicians' near the oil fields that night?"

"Les, the place where you meet is confidential, right?" Simon asked.

Rice nodded helplessly and admitted, "That's right."

Simon asked directly, "According to your speculation, how did Song Heping and the cook get the address where you and the Cold Armed Forces were meeting?"

He asked Les a question that stumped him.

indeed.

Rice had no idea that there was a mole among his mercenaries.

So he couldn't answer the question.

Seeing this, Aznar immediately chimed in: "Simon, it's actually very simple to verify this hypothesis."

Simon asked, "Old friend, you seem to have an idea. Tell me about it."

"The 7.62 caliber boat-shaped bullet is indeed very common, but once you verify the trajectory, it is easy to figure out which gun fired the bullet," Aznar said.

He pointed outside the office.

"Don't you have the relevant testing equipment here? Just send someone to Hassan Oil Field to seize the gun and the man, and then verify the ballistic traces, and the truth will be revealed immediately."

Simon thought Aznar's suggestion was good.

He thought about it for a moment and made a decision: "Okay, since we are old friends, I can help you with this."

Aznar gave a wicked smile: "Then I'll leave it to you."

Simon said, "But I want to warn you. If you don't find any evidence this time, you'd better keep a low profile. After all, I'm detaining him under the pretext of investigating and sabotaging the cooperation between the Cold War organization and our CIA. If you're too high-profile, it will make this matter look like a personal vendetta. Tonight, just pretend you haven't been here. Everything is my decision."

"OK!"

Aznar couldn't ask for more.

Since the CIA is willing to take the lead.

Why not?

"I promise not to say a word about it."

Finally, Aznar picked up a cup of coffee.

“Cheers, happy cooperation!”

Simon picked up his coffee cup expressionlessly and clinked it with Aznar's.

A complete detention plan has already formed in his mind.

After Aznar and Les left, Simon sat in his office for a long time before picking up the phone.

"Thomas, gather a team immediately and arrange a helicopter. We're going to the Hassan Oil Field right now."

"SIR, it's so late, are you going to Hassan Oil Field?"

Thomas on the other end of the phone was obviously woken up from his dream and yawned continuously.

"That's right, assemble the team immediately."

"I'll do it right away."

The GRS team acted very quickly, and Thomas seemed to have anticipated something.

Hassan oil field?

Isn’t that the oil field that Musician Defense is currently responsible for?
"Everyone get up! There's work to do!"

He got up, went to the dormitory of the other team members and woke them up.

"Gather your personal equipment and gather outside. We're going to the airport right away." 12:30.

An Apache attack helicopter and a Chinook took off over the Bakda military airfield.

There were twenty-four GRS members sitting in the cabin.

These are the most elite "Scorpion" team members within GRS.

Thomas sat down next to Simon and asked loudly, "If they resist, should they all be killed?"

Simon nodded: "That's right, what I hope most is that they will resist, you can provoke them!"

Thomas understood and nodded heavily: "No problem!"

He turned to the other team members, "Team One, disembark and seize key positions and commanding heights. Team Two, follow me and the station commander as we go in and capture the suspects! If we encounter any resistance during this operation, we will kill them without mercy!"

One o'clock.

Hassan oil field area.

Song Heping, who was already prepared, sat on a concrete block outside the warehouse and made a phone call.

It was Angel on the other end of the line.

This foreign girl has now returned to the United States.

Angel was still in her office in Washington when Song Heping called her.

The foreign girl was very happy to hear Song Heping's voice.

"Song, what made you think of me in the early hours of the morning?"

She didn't sound unhappy, but rather excited.

Song Heping had to admit that Angel was pretty nice to him.

When she left Yiligo, Song Heping went to see her off in person.

She left him her phone number and told him to contact her if he had the chance to come to the United States.

Song Heping is not going to the United States now.

But I have to contact the other party if I have to.

Rice and his team have no right to investigate their own team. The only possibility is to cooperate with the CIA and let the CIA investigate their team.

Song Heping almost anticipated the future direction of this matter.

Ballistic testing will definitely be done.

But I have already made preparations for this.

But there was one thing that Song Heping felt unsure about.

That is, even if there is no problem with the ballistic test, if Simon has a personal grudge or wants to eliminate the opponent for Blackwater, he will find some other way to frame his own team. This is something he cannot control.

In order to have a foolproof plan, Song Heping thought hard and felt that only Angel could help him.

And the way to help yourself is very simple.

Continue to muddy the waters.

"Miss Angel, I'm in trouble and need your help."

"what's up?"

"It's a little complicated, but I'll have someone send the details to your email. Will you take a look?"

"Of course." Angel said straightforwardly: "You are my friend. Of course I will help you if you are in trouble."

"Okay. After you read the email, if you can help me, just do what it says. OK?"

"OK!"

Angel agreed immediately.

She didn't even ask what happened.

"But, Song, you called me tonight just to talk about these business matters? I have an interview in Dubai soon. If you are free..."

Angel was still talking, but Song Heping heard the sound of propellers coming from the sky.

"Angel."

Song Heping interrupted her.

"I'm in trouble. Don't contact me for the next two days. Just follow the instructions in the email. I'll contact you once the problem is resolved."

After saying that, he hung up the phone, then stood up and looked at the sky in the distance.

Several flight lights flashed and approached the oil field.

The cook and his companions also came out.

Seeing the small moving lights in the sky, the cook sneered, "Looks like there's no way to hide."

Gray Wolf asked, "Will Les be on the helicopter?"

The cook shook his head. "No, Blackwater wouldn't come directly to us. I guess the people on the plane are all CIA agents."

　Asking for a monthly ticket!

　　
　
(End of this chapter)