Mercenary I am the king

Chapter 13 Cook
That night, Song Heping didn't sleep well.

Just as he fell asleep, a pair of eyes appeared in his mind, as if staring at him in the dark. It was strange and familiar, which made his heart tremble.

He was startled awake.

It was pitch black all around.

The old demon asked in the inner room: "What's wrong with you, Heping?"

Song Heping was sweating profusely, and when he touched the sheets, they were all wet.

Those eyes...

He remembered.

It seemed to belong to the woman I beat to death today, and it also seemed to belong to the militant who was pinned under the door panel.

He couldn't tell the difference, and he didn't want to.

My heartbeat started to speed up again and I was sweating profusely.

It's all sweating.

"It's okay, I had a nightmare."

The old demon was silent in the room for a moment, lying on the bed and listening.

Song Heping's heavy breathing came from the quiet darkness.

The old demon quickly got out of bed and ran outside to turn on the light.

The scene before him startled him.

Song Heping was sitting on the edge of the bed, his clothes soaked in sweat, his face a little pale, his eyes staring blankly at the floor in front of him, as silent as a clay sculpture.

"what happened to you?"

The old demon couldn't help but ask again.

"vomit--"

Song Heping suddenly opened his mouth and vomited violently.

The old demon left early the next morning.

The truck we were riding in was a transport vehicle belonging to the US military, a convoy that was returning to the base in Kuwait to load supplies.

All commercial aviation operations at Bakda Airport have ceased. Only military aircraft take off and land. If you want to fly back home, you can only go to Kuwait or other surrounding countries first.

After the old demon left, Song Heping felt a little empty.

Now, I am quite alone here.

I wanted to go to the supermarket in the Green Zone to call my sister in China and tell her that I would send money back on time. After finishing my personal affairs, I went to District 11 to find Yevgeny.

At present, Bakda's communication network has been damaged by the war and cannot communicate. The network commonly used in the Green Zone is the network service provided by Microwave Communications Company (MCI). However, this company's network currently has many problems and is congested most of the time. It's unbearable, the internet speed is as slow as a turtle crawling.

Where there is demand, there is supply. Just as there is a shortage of people here to do all kinds of serious or dirty work, so there are so many mercenaries.

In the absence of network services, international network operators will naturally come in to capture a share of the market.

The most reliable communication method is the Thuraya system. This is a satellite communication network composed of three synchronous satellites with a design life of 3 years. It covers 15 countries in Europe, North Africa, Central Africa, South Asia, etc., and the United States. Supermarkets operated by AAFES in the Green Zone provide this kind of satellite phone service.

The best thing is that they actually provide wire transfer services there, and the fees charged are quite reasonable.

Just as I picked up my luggage and went out, an Opel station wagon drove quickly to the door, raising a cloud of dust after the sharp braking sound.

The car window was lowered, and a guy who looked like a Mongolian waved to him: "Song! Get in the car!"

Song Heping looked at the person who came and felt that he looked familiar, but he couldn't remember who it was.

"It was the 'cook' who asked me to pick you up!"

"cook?"

"Yevgeny!"

Only when this name was mentioned did Song Heping finally understand.

It turned out to be the bald Yevgeny from last night, but I didn’t expect him to have such a nickname.

It seems that my plan is going to be disrupted.

Area 11 is further away from the Palace of the Republic, at the farthest northeast corner, near the blast wall.

It was just a bunch of shipping containers and tents.

The people living here are all employees of PMC and some staff of the American National Guard.

The B-12 is three containers linked together.

When I saw Yevgeny, the guy was having breakfast at a simple table in front of the container.

Seeing Song Heping, the cook greeted him and said, "Come over quickly and have breakfast. After eating, we will go to the company's mission center. We have work today."

When Song Heping sat down, Yevgeny cut two pieces of bread for him, then pointed to a pot of soup on the table and said, "I made it, try it, it's authentic Russian food."

Song Heping glanced at the pot. The soup was red, like a rotten tomato. There seemed to be other ingredients in it, but he couldn't tell what they were.

His brows couldn't help but frown.

The cook was very enthusiastic. He passed the wooden spoon forward and said the same thing: "Try it!"

Although Song Heping had no interest in the pot of pig food-like stuff, he still reluctantly took the spoon, thinking that it would not be more terrifying than eating raw bugs during the wild survival training.

He scooped up a little and took a careful sip. Song Heping's eyes lit up.

"It tastes good! What's the name of this soup?" These words came from the heart, not flattery.

The soup was not as bad as expected, it was sour and sweet and very refreshing and appetizing.

"Red cabbage soup." The cook was very happy to receive the compliment. He smiled with white teeth and said, "While we are having breakfast, let's talk about your joining the team."

As he spoke, he looked at his watch, like a busy man with many things to do.

"Let's introduce each other first."

The cook pointed to a few people around the table.

"Introduce yourselves, and we will be back-to-back comrades from now on."

The Mongolian-looking guy who picked up Song Heping introduced himself with a smile: "My name is Uzeil Sudan. You can call me 'Gray Wolf'."

After that, he stretched out his hand to shake Song Heping's hand.

Song Heping also introduced himself: "My name is Song Heping, you can call me Song."

"Mourning." Gray Wolf nodded.

Song Heping collapsed.

It seems that my last name is difficult for foreigners to pronounce accurately.

Fortunately, this is a trivial matter and there is no need to take it seriously.

When it was Andre's turn, he touched his chin first.

After a whole night and three ice packs, his jaw still hurt.

He was a little dissatisfied with last night's failure, but he had to admit that Song Heping had some troubles, so he stretched out his hand and introduced himself: "My name is Andre, you can just call me 'White Bear'."

When Song Heping shook hands with him, he suddenly grabbed Song Heping and pulled him in his direction.

"Boy, I was too careless last night, otherwise I wouldn't have lost. Let's play again when we have time."

Song Heping asked: "The odds are still 1:10?"

Andre didn't expect Song Heping to answer him like this. He was stunned for a moment and said, "Okay, 1:10."

Song Heping said: "I'm not free today, I'll talk about it when I have time."

"Okay!" Andre was very happy. He felt that he could take revenge. He lost to Song Heping in the Forbidden Bar last night, which made him very embarrassed: "It's a deal!"

The last person to introduce herself was the only woman in the team, the blonde girl.

"My name is Yulia, you can call me 'Queen'."

"Queen?"

Song Heping thought the name was quite domineering, but then he thought it was normal. Which woman who could make a living in this field was not tough?

Although Yulia has a tough personality, she at least looks sexy.

It’s not that Song Heping has any thoughts about this girl, it’s just that every man likes things that are pleasing to the eye. Yulia is not ugly and has a hot body. Working together in the war zone, at least he can see a little red among a group of rough men, which is also a very pleasant thing.

Yevgeny said to Song Heping: "My name is Yevgeny. You can call me boss, but some people also like to call me 'cook'."

He pointed at a few people and continued, "As you can see, I'm really short of manpower here. Including you, there are only five of us right now. It's just a combat team at best. There's a lot of work in Bakda right now, so leave the work to me. Don't worry about not making any money, just worry about whether you can get it alive."

At this point, a trace of sadness flashed in the cook's eyes.

"A few days ago, I had seven men under my command, and one IED killed three of them. Our line of work is very risky. You still have the right to choose. If you don't want to do this, just turn around and leave. I won't keep you. But if you choose to stay and work with me, you have to fight for your life when you accept the mission. If you are afraid of death during the mission, I will kill you directly according to military rules. Do you understand?"

"I understand." Song Heping said, "Trading your life for money is fair and just."

His calmness once again surprised Yevgeny, who then smiled and said, "Sang, I like straightforward guys like you."

Then he added, "Hurry up and eat breakfast. After that, come with me to the black market. Oh, you should have some money on you, right? If not, I can lend you some and deduct it from your salary later."

Song Heping had heard of the black market in Bakda, but had never been there. After all, he had been in a legitimate business before, and the things sold on the black market were more or less illegal.

In fact, there will always be a black market in any war zone.

Because many materials are strictly controlled during wartime, and the currencies of most war-torn countries will collapse, normal transactions cannot be carried out, so underground transactions are indispensable.

"A little bit." Song Heping said: "Why? In your line of work, you have to pay a deposit?"

Yevgeny said, "It's not a deposit. You need to buy some gear, like guns and bulletproof vests. You can't just follow us with your Beretta pistol, right?"

Song Heping didn't expect that he would have to buy the gun himself.

He originally thought that this thing should be distributed, but now it seems that he has to pay for it himself!
He couldn't help but ask, "Do we have to buy guns and other things ourselves?"

Yevgeny said, "You're new here, so of course you don't know the rules. Not to mention a small team like mine, every mercenary here buys their own equipment, even those in the big companies are no exception. The company only pays you a salary, and you buy your own equipment. Otherwise, if you die before your probation period is over, and your equipment is lost, I'll lose money."

Song Heping was at a loss whether to laugh or cry. It seemed that the deeper the water in this circle was, the more he needed to watch and learn.

After breakfast, Yevgeny took a few people to the parking lot to pick up the car.

Along the way, he started bragging to Song Heping about how great his team was, and introduced how powerful Andre and others were.

Song Heping had a general understanding of this small team of mercenaries.

Everyone including Yevgeny is from Russia. Except for her, the others are around 76 years old, and most of them are scouts of the th Airborne Division of the former Soviet Guards. Queen Yulia is even more special. She is a member of the earliest female special operations company of the former Soviet Guards Parachute Forces, and she and Andrei are a couple.

After the collapse of the former Soviet Union, the economy was in a mess due to shock therapy, and even the soldiers could not guarantee food and clothing, so several people left the army and followed the cook. At first, they resold some arms and controlled items, and later they became mercenaries.

On the contrary, it was the cook who had no military experience, but he became the leader of these people, which surprised Song Heping very much.

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