Mercenary I am the king

Chapter 106 Contract in Hand
Song Heping thought it would not be so easy for him to pass this time.

It was obvious that Thomas was targeting him.

Otherwise, I wouldn't have tortured myself alone last night.

This guy probably holds a grudge against me because of what happened with Saif.

Maybe I had bad intentions towards myself from the beginning.

But when the soldiers come, the water and the earth will cover it up.

If you can't avoid it, you can only force your way in.

Just when Song Heping fell asleep and was waiting for Thomas to cause trouble again, a member of the "Scorpion" team showed up.

bang-

When the iron door opened, the cook quickly woke Song Heping up.

"Mourning. They're coming!"

Song Heping opened his eyes and sat up in a daze. Sure enough, he saw Thomas' figure appear outside the iron gate.

He simply took the initiative to step forward, stared at the other party provocatively and said, "What? Where are you taking me again? Come on, I'm waiting impatiently."

Thomas stared at Song Heping with his dead fish eyes for a long time, then suddenly grinned with a smile that was uglier than crying.

"Sang, I didn't come back to cause you any trouble."

He acted innocent and said, "This is just a misunderstanding. We've already checked it out. The ballistic test report shows that the bullet was not fired from Hunter's sniper rifle. So, you can leave now. If you like, I can send a helicopter to take you back to the oil field."

After listening to Thomas's "explanation".

Song Heping immediately understood that it was Angel's side that had worked.

He connected Blackwater with the Cold Group through the CIA, attempting to obtain the other party's support in the security of the northern oil fields by privately providing arms. An accident occurred during the connection, Cold's contact was killed, and the information that Blackwater had lost several mercenaries was sent to Angel.

He specifically told Ferrari that he must tell Angel the seriousness of the matter, otherwise he would be in great trouble.

The reason why he entrusted his life and property to that foreign girl was that Song Heping had no other way out.

Secondly.

He had an inexplicable sense of trust in Angel.

This silly and innocent girl is sometimes annoying, but sometimes so cute that he feels touched.

Like now.

Angel is just like her name, as cute as an angel.

Song Heping stood at the door of the cell and looked at Thomas for a moment.

If he could, he really wanted to draw his gun and shoot this ungrateful trash.

But not now.

Bear with it!

He meows!
Forbearance turns into gold!

It is never too late for a gentleman to take revenge.

Even if you are a CIA agent, you will be forced to eat peanuts sooner or later.

Having made up his mind, Song Heping smiled and said, "It's okay. A misunderstanding is just a misunderstanding. Just clarify it. Okay, then we'll be leaving. I'll ask Thomas to send a plane to take us back."

When I walked out of the building, I was hit by the heat wave outside.

Song Heping saw Simon standing in the shadows on a distant building, looking towards him from afar.

After the two looked at each other from a distance, Song Heping boarded the plane and Simon returned to the room.

It's that Chinook again.

Song Heping sat in the row of seats in the cabin, thinking about something in his mind.

Now he has a feud with the CIA.

The future in Iligo will probably not be easy.

I don’t know what tricks the other party will use to trick me again.

These intelligence agents are all scoundrels, none of them are good people.

But he couldn't think of any good solution for the time being.

The most important thing at the moment is to keep the oil field orders, gain a firm foothold in Yiligo, and then develop slowly, and then plan for further development after accumulating a certain amount of funds.

However, he also knew that after this incident, he had invisibly gained certain resources.

Nancy stepped forward to stir up trouble, and regardless of whether he or the cook was truly valued, at least they had a certain value in Nancy's eyes.

Just the value of utilization.

Just like this time, Nancy cleverly took advantage of this incident and caused certain adverse effects on the target party.

Although it is difficult to force the president to leave his throne with this kind of negative news, as long as the negative news accumulates to a certain level, it will become one of the bullets to attack the other party in the quadrennial election.

Being able to be utilized is also a kind of background.

Being able to be utilized also shows that you and your team are valuable.

If you are worthless, you don't even have the qualifications to be used.

The real world is so cruel, and human nature is never tender and affectionate.

It is said that those who survive a catastrophe will be blessed later in life.

Song Heping's good luck came soon.

As soon as I returned to the oil field, before the Chinook disappeared from sight, Mr. Turner from Wood Energy called my mobile phone.

"Sang, are you back to the oil fields?"

"Mr. Turner, we're back here. Don't worry, the oil field is fine."

Song Heping immediately gave the other party reassurance.

In the eyes of capitalists, assets are what deserve the most attention.

When Turner called, Song Heping absolutely didn't believe that he was concerned about his safety.

Sure enough, Turner was relieved and said, "Oh, that's good, God bless."

Then he added, "Can you go back to Bakda?"

"When?"

"Right now." Turner sounded anxious. "Mr. Wood called me two hours ago. He wants you to take over security at Cook Oil Field."

Song Heping was overjoyed.

But he knew he couldn't show too much excitement, lest it be seen that he had expected it.

"Take over Cook Oil Field?"

Song Heping tried to appear surprised and asked, "Isn't that the people from Blackwater responsible?"

"Don't mention them!" Turner's tone turned unhappy. "Our group company doesn't want anything to do with them. Please come as soon as possible. I have to fly back to the United States in two days. I will try to finish everything that needs to be done here today."

After saying that, he hung up the phone.

The cook nearby asked, "What's up, Mr. Turner?"

Song Heping suppressed his joy and nodded, "Yes, he asked me to return to Bakda immediately to sign a new contract for the Cook Oilfield."

The cook couldn't believe how suddenly happiness came. "Are you sure?"

"determine."

"So, you're giving us the security contracts for both oil fields!?"

"That's right!"

"Hahahahaha!"

The cook hugged Song Heping, spun around twice, and then pecked Song Heping's face twice with his big bearded mouth.

"That's amazing! 180 million! Every month! Hahahaha!"

Song Heping said, "If you keep hugging me like this, go sign the contract yourself."

Song Heping is now the legal person of the company.

Of course he has to go to sign the contract.

The cook quickly untied his hands and said, "Okay, okay, then go now!"

"We don't have enough manpower for two oil fields." Song Heping said, "I have to go back and recruit some people immediately. Cook, you stay here and take charge. I'll take Samir back to recruit some people."

"No problem, leave it to me."

The cook answered very readily.

Now if Song Heping asked him to jump into the sea, he would probably be very happy.

In the eyes of the chef, Song Heping is simply the God of Wealth.

After settling everything, Song Heping drove Samir to Bakda in an off-road vehicle without stopping.

Thomas had waterboarded himself all night last night, and Song Heping was already quite exhausted. He fell asleep as soon as he got in the car, and the car was given to Samir to drive.

I don’t know how long I slept, but I was suddenly woken up by a loud noise.

"not yet?"

He checked his watch. He had already slept for two hours.

Samir explained: "Today the roads are full of American military vehicles and tanks. I don't know what's going on, there are too many checkpoints."

"How long will it take to get to Bakda?" Song Heping asked.

Samir said, "This is Balaid, about 40 kilometers away."

Bailed?
Song Heping remembered this place name.

It's not far from Kazimierz.

We have reached the towns around Bakda.

He stretched his arms and legs and stretched his back.

It’s good to be young, and recovery is fast.

The previous fatigue was gone, but my lungs still felt a little uncomfortable.

I guess it’s because I drank too much water last night. I don’t know if there is any damage.

I'll have to go to the Green Zone Hospital for a check-up when I have time.

He picked up the mineral water next to the car door and wanted to drink a sip to relieve his thirst.

However, as soon as I saw the bottle of mineral water, I suddenly couldn't help but feel nauseous in my stomach, and immediately rolled down the car window and started retching outside.

"Boss, what's wrong with you?"

"fine."

Song Heping shook his head.

He reluctantly put the water back where it belonged.

It seems like a bit of a stress reaction.

Now I feel nauseous when I see water. I don’t know how long this symptom will last. Will I die of thirst?

"Damn Thomas!"

Song Heping cursed in his heart, but his eyes looked around outside the car window.

This is his professional habit.

Be very aware of your surroundings wherever you go.

The SUV suddenly stopped.

After waiting for a while, Samir became impatient and started honking the horn.

beep-

The road seemed to be completely blocked and traffic on both sides had stopped.

There were no coalition convoys around.

It looked like the traffic was not stopped because of the passing military vehicles.

Song Heping looked around in the car, and suddenly, his eyes became sharp.

Something is wrong!
A bolt of lightning flashed through his mind!
Because there were several people in long robes on the side of the road, walking slowly towards this side on both sides of the road.

Although Song Heping and his men had no weapons on them, Song Heping could see their eyes.

There's murderous intent inside!
intuition!

This is the intuition of a top special forces soldier.

He slowly placed his hand on the handle of the MK18 assault rifle that was placed by the door, and then quietly reminded Samir: "Pay attention to the men with their heads covered and robes on both sides. There are three on the left and two on the right. There is something wrong with them."

Samir's expression suddenly became tense.

They both looked to the left.

"Don't move too much! Don't let them see you're watching."

Song Heping whispered to Samir.

In a battlefield where things are about to get out of hand, shaking your head vigorously to check your surroundings is a big no-no. It's like telling the enemy: "I see you! Shoot me!"
"Boss, is this a killer sent by the CIA?"

Samir's face was a little pale.

He thought of his wife and children.

"Don't panic, be ready. If I shoot, you shoot to the left immediately. Don't be nervous!"

Samir nodded, beads of sweat rolling down his forehead.

Those masked men in robes were still advancing slowly, getting closer and closer to their car...

Song Heping had already rolled up the car window at this time, and the other party could not see into the car through the window.

It's still a bit of an advantage for me.

Although this car is not bulletproof, it has several steel plates stuffed into the lining and has been reinforced with primitive methods, so it should be able to withstand the first round of shooting.

After that, it depends on how fast you can fight back, or you can open the car door and shoot at the enemy before he draws his gun, thus killing him.

　Asking for a monthly ticket!

　　
　
(End of this chapter)