Mercenary I am the king

Chapter 105 News Headlines
Early the next morning, Thomas walked out of the interrogation room.

His eyes were red and he looked tired, but there was a fire burning in his heart.

It's been one night.

Song Heping endured water torture dozens of times.

There is still no trick.

"Damn guy!"

He fished out a cigarette box from his pocket, took out a cigarette, lit it, and exhaled a puff of smoke.

The sun has already risen halfway up in the east, and the morning sun is shining all over the airport.

The morning breeze is a rare coolness in Yiligo.

Thomas stretched, took a deep breath of fresh air, and finally felt better.

He began to think about what means he could use today to make Song Heping give in.

electric shock?

Fatigue interrogation?

Or a drug interrogation?

Maybe he can use them all.

See if he still has the nerve to be stubborn!
Before he could make up his mind, the satellite phone in his tactical vest pocket vibrated.

"Thomas, come to my office right now!"

It was Simon's voice.

From the tone of voice, it seems like something happened.

Thomas asked quickly, "What happened? SIR?"

"Come here first!"

Thomas didn't dare to neglect the order from his superior.

Simon's temporary office is in a building at this airport.

Thomas was knocking on the door within five minutes.

"Come in."

Simon's voice came from behind the door.

Thomas pushed the door open and walked in.

When I walked in, I saw Simon sitting in front of the computer with his back to me.

"SIR..."

He was about to say something when he saw the picture on the screen.

That was a news clip from FOX.

There is a title and a brief news content on it.

"...Employees of the contractor Blackwater International engaged in a fierce battle with Kurdish forces in northern Irigaray. The CIA is suspected of being involved..."

Thomas' heart skipped a beat.

How did this news get out to the world?

It was also reported on domestic TV news?

"Damn it! This is a big deal!"

Simon finally turned around.

"Thomas, come and see!"

Thomas walked forward and stood in front of the table.

Simon pulled up another video.

"Not just CNN, but other TV stations too... ABC, CBS, NBC..."

Another news video that was called up was from NBC. Even more exaggerated than FOX, this TV station actually said directly that this was a failure of the CIA's secret contact operation in northern Irigaray. In the operation, Blackwater International lost three people, and the Cold War armed forces lost more than a dozen people.

"Almost every TV station is broadcasting this news. Just now, when the director was leaving get off work, he was blocked at the door by reporters, asking if this means we will have a falling out with the Kould armed forces..."

Cold sweat broke out on Thomas's forehead.

As a small leader of GRS, he certainly knew what this news would mean.

For a long time, in order to deal with Shadamir, American television stations, media and newspapers mobilized all their efforts to portray the Cold War armed forces as a symbol of persistence in struggle and pursuit of freedom.

This made the Colts the darling of the Western media, and of course the CIA contributed to this.

Moreover, after the invasion of Irigaray, the media praised the good coordination and interaction between the US military and the Kurdish armed forces. The US military played the role of a liberator, while the Kurdish armed forces played the role of a positive political force in Irigaray.

Now that the news of the firefight between Rice and the Colds that night has been exposed, it means that a large number of reporters will be attracted to dig deep and find out what went wrong.

No one can guarantee that the truth of the matter will not be dug out by reporters whose noses are more sensitive than dogs and then made public.

Because what happened is a fact after all.

Blackwater International contacted Calder through the CIA and intended to use compromise and bribery to ensure the safety of the oil fields and obtain more contracts from Wood Energy...

It would be a scandal if such a thing were disclosed.

No one wants to be involved, so they will definitely cut ties.

By then, I'm afraid the director will use me as a scapegoat.

"I don't think it's that serious..."

Thomas still had fantasies.

"According to the old methods, we can use the name of 'national security' to silence those damn media outlets!"

"Are you an idiot!?"

Simon suddenly lost his temper, stood up from his chair, and almost poked Thomas's forehead with his finger.

"Don't you understand the problem here?! The Rice incident happened three days ago, and no media outlet reported or followed up on it. And yet, we just arrested the musician's defense agent last night, and it was on the news that evening! Excluding the time difference, that means, just a few hours later, the news was transmitted to various media outlets, and they immediately arranged for editors to report on their programs. Have you ever seen our domestic media be so efficient?!"

He angrily picked up the cup on the table and took a sip of coffee.

"It's not that there aren't any, but there must be someone behind the scenes using their own resources to make them act, especially CNN. Who is their boss behind the scenes? Don't you understand?!"

Thomas was stunned by the scolding. After a long while, he said, "Sir, are you saying this is related to those people in the 'Musician' defense?"

He was very reluctant to make such a judgment.

Such a judgment means that someone is helping Song Heping and others.

The question is, who is helping?
Nancy?

Or that Angel?
Yes, these people are indeed wealthy and prominent families, political and business lords, but is a small defense company like Irigo worthy of these bigwigs' efforts?

He even used his own resources to arrange it.

of course not!

It is obvious that there is another intention.

The president started the war.

The Elephant Party is currently in power.

If any scandal arises in this war, the dirty water will inevitably be thrown on the occupant of the White House. Perhaps the "Musician" defense is just a tool.

It's just a tool!

"Sir, we still have some time. I'll go and strengthen them right away. As long as we get their confessions, this matter will be explained clearly. Also, if the ballistics test report comes out, it will also confirm that it was the people from the 'Musician' defense who assassinated the Kould people. When the time comes, I will hand the information over to Special Envoy Mr. Bremer, and he will make the old witch lose face!"

"Ballistic report?!"

Simon sneered at this.

He opened a drawer, took out a report and threw it on the table.

"You think I'd be so upset if that ballistics test was actually useful?! Look carefully! We're being used as pawns by those idiots from Blackwater!"

Thomas picked up the report, flipped through it, compared it with the photos, and finally his eyes fell on the conclusion - the trajectory did not match.

He was suddenly startled.

"This is impossible!"

"How is it impossible?!" Simon asked back.

"Musicians are the most motivated and well-equipped to do this," Thomas said. "I can't think of anyone else who would do this."

Simon started jabbing his finger at Thomas' forehead again. "Thomas, you idiot, think about it! Does it matter who did it? No, it doesn't matter at all! The biggest problem now is that the media is fixated on this! Do you understand? As an intelligence agency, we shouldn't get involved in this kind of shit. Even if it was done by the 'musicians', I have to say they handled it beautifully. Are you planning to torture you into a confession? Do you think the people behind the media won't let us show you this ballistics report? Where are you going to find the M24 sniper rifle that fired the fatal bullet? Are you David Copperfield? Produce me one?!"

Thomas was speechless.

After a long while, he asked, "Then...what should we do now?"

Simon shouted angrily, "Release them immediately! I'll handle the other matters, but this matter must not be linked to us. Let those idiots from Blackwater, who are more trouble than help, explain to the media! Otherwise, I'll make them pay!"

……

While Thomas and Simon were discussing in the office, Song Heping had been sent back to the cell and imprisoned.

A whole night of interrogation had left Song Heping with only half a day left to live.

When he was thrown into the cell, he was already unconscious.

"funeral!"

The cook rushed over as fast as he could, picked up Song Heping from the ground, put his head on his thighs, and quickly reached out to check Song Heping's breath.

"What's wrong with Sang?!" Gray Wolf came over nervously.

The cell held the other core members of the "Musician" defense.

Everyone sat in a circle, their eyes focused on Song Heping, worried that he was dead.

"Still angry."

The cook looked at Song Heping and his expression suddenly became nervous.

"He was waterboarded."

After saying that, he quickly stood up, carried Song Heping on his back, and started walking around the cell, deliberately bouncing after every step.

"Waterboarding all night?"

The expressions of Gray Wolf and others also changed.

You know, ordinary people might faint after enduring water torture a few times.

It has been several hours since Song Heping was taken to the interrogation room last night.

If waterboarding continues...

These veterans all know the consequences...

"There must be some water in his lungs. He must spit it out, otherwise it could cause permanent damage..."

The cook said as he walked.

After walking a few laps, water actually started to flow out of Song Heping's mouth, dripping onto the ground.

"He spit water!"

The gray wolf shouted with joy.

The cook did not stop and continued to walk around the cell.

He stopped only when no more water came out of Song Heping's mouth.

"I'm exhausted."

Everyone put Song Heping on the ground, and Zaixing rushed to sit next to Song Heping, resting his upper body on his thighs with his head in a high position.

Soon, Queen Yulia pointed at Song Heping and said, "He's awake! Look, this kid is awake!"

It was like a long dream.

In his dream, he walked through a long, dark corridor and pushed open a door in front of him. The sun was shining brightly outside.

Song Heping finally opened his eyes.

"Sang! Are you awake?"

The cook almost put his bearded face against Song Heping's nose.

"I almost thought you wouldn't make it."

Song Heping had just woken up, his eyes were a little dull, and it took him a while to see the people in front of him clearly.

"Chef... White Bear... Disaster Star..."

His head began to hurt violently, and his brows were immediately twisted into a knot.

The aftereffects of drowning made him very uncomfortable.

Fortunately, the pain gradually faded away, and he slowly sat up. After adjusting himself there for a long time, he felt his soul finally return to its place.

"I almost thought I was dead..."

Song Heping murmured.

The cook asked, "Did they waterboard you?"

"Yeah." Song Heping patted his head with his hand and shook it to the side, as if he wanted to pour out the water from it.

"I don't know how many times I've done it, I can't remember..."

The cook gave him a thumbs-up. "You're amazing! You were able to withstand a whole night of water torture and recover so quickly! Anyone else would have been crippled or dead."

Song Heping suddenly remembered something and turned to the cook and asked, "Hey, cook..."

He looked at the others again.

"Weren't you tortured?"

"No..." The cook was a little puzzled: "We brought him here and locked him up last night, but you were not here."

"Hold!"

It seemed that Thomas was trying to get himself killed.

What a bitch!

Song Heping gritted his teeth and said, "I'll settle this account with Thomas sooner or later!"

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