Mercenary I am the king

Chapter 631 The Curtis Family’s Anger

"Mr. Campbell."

Ralph, who had been waiting at the gate, came forward and bowed respectfully.

"You look very troubled, Mr. Ralph."

Campbell said as he walked inside.

Ralph followed behind, with a lot to say but unable to.

He has a lot of questions to ask.

But the front door is not a good place to have a conversation. If you are impatient and ask questions here, it would be very impolite.

Campbell is an ancient aristocratic surname in Europe. It can be traced back hundreds of years and is an old and prominent family in Europe that attaches great importance to etiquette.

Ten minutes later, the Curtis brothers and Campbell sat down on the sofa in the study.

The servant served the best English tea and Jeff waved him out.

The door closed, and Ralph finally couldn't help it. His face, which had been holding its composure, suddenly fell.

"Mr. Campbell, why did things come to this? Didn't you promise that if you took action, my son would come back alive?"

Campbell was holding a teacup and sipping black tea elegantly. His cane was placed next to the sofa. The eyes of the Satan head on the platinum badge were particularly glaring red.

He slowly glanced at Ralph, whose face was filled with grief, anger, and even resentment. A sneer appeared on his lips, and he placed the teacup on the table. He said, "Ralph, we haven't seen each other in over three years. Ever since you were elected to Congress, you haven't visited my estate once. This time you're in trouble and you rushed to us for help. We can't allocate our best resources to you, so we can only send three nearby attack teams. For this matter, we even used our connections in Pakistan."

"In the end, all our men perished, and my resources were wasted. Wasn't your haste partly to blame? Shouldn't you reflect on this? I flew all the way from DC specifically to meet with you personally for your sake. Yet, you ignored an old friend you hadn't seen in three years and only thought about your son. Is this how you treat guests? Or how you interact with others? Am I truly unworthy of even a cheap greeting in your eyes?"

"You always think of me when you have something to do. I'm sure you haven't forgotten how we helped you get elected when you were running for Congress. But what have I gotten in return? For three years, you haven't set foot in my estate, and I haven't received a single phone call. Three years later, your brother came to me and said your son was in trouble and wanted my help. Oh, my friend, my help isn't cheap. I want respect, but you ignored me, which makes me so sad."

He spoke slowly and in a gentle tone. His voice was much more pleasant than the baritone host on the radio, making people feel like they were in the spring breeze.

But Ralph, who was sitting opposite, was sweating profusely.

He knew very well who the person sitting opposite him was.

After winning the election as a congressman and moving to Capitol Hill three years ago, I indeed haven't visited the Presbyterian Church again. It was my brother Jeff who maintained contact with the Presbyterian Church.

On this point, my etiquette is lacking.

"Mr. Campbell... I'm truly sorry, but I'm truly at my wit's end. I sincerely apologize to you for everything I've done over the past three years. But I only have one son, and now he's gone. I'm not blaming you, nor am I criticizing the Presbyterian Church. I simply want justice, just justice..."

Campbell sat on the sofa without moving.

He did not respond immediately. After thinking for a moment, he picked up the teacup again, took two sips of tea, and stretched out his right hand.

"Ralph, my friend, if you offer a sincere apology, I accept it. Then show your sincerity by kissing our badge and swearing that you will never make such a mistake again. As for justice, rest assured that we will give you justice."

After hearing this, Ralph immediately stood up and walked to Campbell, knelt on one knee, then held Campbell's hand and gently kissed the ring on his middle finger that was engraved with the Presbyterian Church's Satan emblem.

"I sincerely apologize for my past oversights and pledge my unwavering loyalty to the Presbyterian Church."

He muttered to himself, looking submissive.

Campbell finally smiled with satisfaction.

"It's a fact that your son won't come back. There's no changing that. So, Ralph, what do you want us to do for you?"

"Revenge!" Ralph's eyes flashed with anger. "I want those who are responsible for my son's death to go down and apologize to him!"

Campbell nodded slightly: "It was Miles who ordered the killing of your son. He will pay the price. As for the people who carried out the order, do you want them to die?"

"That's right! Especially that guy called Hua Guoren. I heard that he played a key role. If it weren't for him, my son wouldn't have died!"

"Your request is not excessive," Campbell said. "We're already investigating this man's background. He's no ordinary mercenary. We sent out three special operations teams, but not a single one returned. Ordinary special forces soldiers could never do that."

Ralph said, "I just want him dead!"

Campbell looked at Ralph, who was already blinded by hatred, with contempt on his face. "We will arrange an appropriate method to send him to hell, but the method and manner are determined by us. Since we promised, we will definitely do it."

After that, he picked up the black tea and took another sip, then stood up and said, "Well, it seems we have reached a consensus on today's matters. I should go now."

Seeing Campbell was about to leave, Ralph and Jeff quickly got up and walked him out the door.

After a brief farewell, Campbell got back into the luxurious Lincoln sedan and drove out of the aisle toward the manor gate.

Campbell's phone vibrated.

He took it out, looked at the number, and pressed the call button.

"Have you found it?"

"This Chinese national surnamed Song has very complex connections. He has close ties with the US military in Iraq, the US military in Afghanistan, and the ISA. More importantly, we've discovered that he also collaborates with the CIA's covert operations department."

"You mean Kelly's Covert Operations Unit?"

"That's right. The turmoil and calm in Mexico over the past year are all related to Song. He also has a special operations school in Venezuela and has very close ties with the Venezuelan military."

“So complicated?!”

Campbell was a little surprised.

He originally thought that Song Heping might just be a retired soldier, which was why he was working in the PMC industry.

There is not much concern in killing a person like this.

I would do a background check out of caution.

After checking, I found out so many things.

"Not only that, our insider in Russia has provided intelligence that he is also connected to the most popular 'cook' in Russian politics."

"Evgeny?"

"Yes, Mr. Campbell."

The person on the other end of the phone continued, "That's not the most important thing. When we investigated his military background, we discovered he previously served in the Chinese military. Strangely, we couldn't find out what kind of professional training he received in the military. Through various channels, we obtained his file, which shows that he had been at the breeding base until the end of his first term as a non-commissioned officer, when he retired due to family reasons."

"A breeding base?! For farming?"

"No, Mr. Campbell, it shows that he is a pig farmer."

"Raising pigs? Oh, God! Are you kidding me? Are you saying that three special forces from our Operations Department died at the hands of a pig farmer in the Chinese army?"

Even someone like Campbell, who had seen many storms, was no longer calm at this moment.

If this is true, then what is the need for the secret military organization "Satan" to exist?

Seeing him silent, the person on the other end of the phone continued to report: "There are also some strange things. We found out that when he was in Irigo, he also had contact with the intelligence agency in Persia..."

"what?!"

Campbell's heart was already in turmoil.

"Are you sure your information is reliable?"

"Should be reliable."

"I don't want 'should be reliable', I want 'absolutely reliable'!"

"The Ministry of Intelligence's channels have always been trustworthy."

"All right……"

The image of Song Heping kept appearing in Campbell's mind.

"What suggestions does your intelligence department have?"

"I suggest you meet with Kelly first. She'll probably be very interested in your plan."

"Kelly? Okay, let's arrange it. I'll meet her tonight and set a place."

"OK, I'll arrange it, Mr. Campbell."