Mercenary I am the king

Chapter 684 Attack with all your strength
After withdrawing from Ilighe to Persia, Song Heping and others remained in the Persian military camp.

Firstly, there were too many wounded, and secondly, due to the current situation, they simply could not leave Persia immediately.

After all, they had killed two CIA "Watchmen" teams and a mysterious team of men in black. He could imagine the anger of Kelly and Pence.

At this point, the regular business of the "Musician" Defense Company has basically ceased to exist.

The oil field contract, the transportation guarantee contract, and the contract to assist in training the Afghan military and police have all been cut off.

Overall, Song Heping had a slight advantage in this fight.

That night, with the assistance of the local mercenary group "Musician" Defense, Samir defeated Ahmmar's forces entrenched in the town of Irigobadi in one fell swoop and drove them out of the northwest region.

The current forces of the I5I5 organization have fled to the territory of Siliya and are hiding in the mountains in the northeast.

In this way, the northwest region is completely controlled by Madih's army and Samir's "people's power", which has opened up Avanti's idea of ​​turning Persia, Iriga and Silja into a link of the "Arc of Resistance".

But for the CIA, the losses were huge.

They have invested so many resources over the past year, taking huge risks to release Baghdadi from Guantanamo Bay prison, and invested money and weapons to support the I5I5 armed forces. Now, all of this has been wasted because of the falling out with Song Heping.

Both Kelly, the director of the Secret Operations Department, and Pence, the deputy director in charge of operations, now want to skin Song Heping alive.

"Old squad leader, it's time to eat."

At dinner time, Jiang Feng came over and called Song Heping to eat.

Song Heping has been in a bad mood these past two days. He has been hiding in his room all day, fiddling with something. Except for eating time, he basically never comes out.

At first, everyone thought that Song Heping was injured. In the previous operation, Song Heping was hit by two shrapnel and his shoulder was grazed by a bullet.

Later, Jiang Feng discovered that his old squad leader was not recuperating from his injuries, but was sitting in front of the desk every day writing and drawing, and no one knew what he was doing.

Seeing Jiang Feng come in, Song Heping still sat at the desk without getting up, and said, "You organize them to have dinner, I'll come after I'm done."

"What have you been doing hiding in your room these days?"

Jiang Feng walked to the table curiously and glanced at Song Heping's table.

There were several forms and a stack of documents in front of Song Heping. Upon closer inspection, there seemed to be words such as the amount of money.

"I sent the list of the deceased to Ferrari. After checking, he went to the insurance company for compensation. Then our company took some money and sent it to the families of the deceased..."

Song Heping put down the pen in his hand, sighed and said: "Gabriel has no family anymore..."

Jiang Feng asked: "Then who will he give his money to?"

"A girl. Judging from the will drawn up before, she seems to be his girlfriend or something..."

"Fuck, this woman got a ton of money for free."

Song Heping asked: "By the way, is there anyone else in your hometown?"

Jiang Feng's face looked a little strange, and he shook his head: "No more..."

Song Heping frowned and asked, "All gone?"

Jiang Feng nodded: "Yeah, all gone."

Song Heping felt that Jiang Feng wasn't telling the truth, but that was his personal matter, so he stopped asking and changed the subject, "By the way, you should organize a meeting tonight to calm everyone down, especially the people in the Falcon Special Operations Platoon. They're probably feeling very uneasy right now."

Jiang Feng said, "I've also been checking out the situation recently. It's not bad. Most of them have no ties. When they were selecting, the Gray Wolves specifically picked people from families with no children left."

At this point, I couldn't help but complain: "Do you think Gray Wolf did it on purpose?"

Song Heping said, "If you have too many concerns, you're not suitable for this job. You have a family to support, how dare you risk your life? Or do you do it alone?"

When Jiang Feng heard the words "alone and helpless", his expression changed slightly again.

"Haha, it's better to be alone..."

He answered thoughtfully.

"Remember, our management model must be copied from the military. Remember the Four Skills teaching?"

"Of course I remember!" Jiang Feng replied with some pride: "I will never forget it for the rest of my life - I can speak, teach, and do it, and I can do ideological work."

"Don't underestimate ideological work. The day I became squad leader, the instructor said that ideological work is the magic weapon for rallying the troops' morale, and morale is the guarantee of combat effectiveness."

"Okay, I'll do it..."

Before Jiang Feng finished speaking, Song Heping's phone vibrated.

I picked it up and connected, and the person on the other end was a Russian Ferrari.

"FUCK! Song, something happened!"

As soon as he opened his mouth, Ferrari started swearing.

"What's going on?" Song Heping's heart suddenly tightened. "Tell me slowly, don't curse first. There are always more solutions than problems."

Ferrari said: "Our insurance money is all gone! We won't get anything! All the money we paid for all those years is for nothing."

"What's going on?" Song Heping vaguely understood something. This kind of thing must have been caused by Kelly and the others.

The Americans control the global financial system, and the CIA can completely influence any company in this system.

Especially in the insurance industry, as long as they find out where their company's mercenaries bought their insurance, they can find a thousand reasons to refuse insurance.

"I asked them why, and they said our company had been blacklisted and was a terrorist organization..."

At this point, Ferrari couldn't help but FK again.

"FUCK! A terrorist organization?! It must be the Americans behind this. They're the world's largest terrorist organization! They support extremist groups like the I5I5 armed forces, and yet they have the nerve to call those of us who are fighting against the I5I5 organization members of a terrorist organization?!"

After venting his anger, Ferrari quickly regained his composure.

"Song, we have to be prepared. The next step is probably to freeze all our funds flowing in the US dollar system."

"Isn't this something we've anticipated?" Song Heping was very calm. "We've been planning for this situation since two years ago. It's okay. If the insurance company doesn't want to pay, then we won't. We'll pay for it ourselves. Even if they freeze all the money in our company's account, they still can't cut off our water supply. Don't forget, we have the most right now."

Ferrari replied: "Cash."

"That's it." Song Heping said, "The fallen soldiers are all South Americans, and their beneficiaries are all there. I'll call Shorty and ask him to take some cash to Molins, and then Molins will send the money to the beneficiaries. We can afford it!"

After a pause, he continued, "Also, has our company account been frozen?"

"We haven't received any notification yet. I guess it's because we have so many accounts, all offshore, so it'll take them some time to check the list, but it should be soon," Ferrari said. "They can't freeze all our money, though. We've already followed your instructions. All the money Barrett knows about has been used to bribe high-ranking military officials and their children. If they try to track it down, they'll likely find themselves tracking down a lot of charitable foundations, and then they'll realize they're only investigating the children of high-ranking military officials."

"hey-hey."

Even Song Heping himself couldn't help laughing out loud.

He imagined the expression of the CIA agent when faced with a long list of military generals.

Do it!

Do it hard!
From the first day of working with the military, he knew that he should tie his interests together.

What are the three major irons?
They've been in jail together, carried guns together, and divided the loot together.

Over the years, it was discovered that the people with whom he had a vested interest were not just the military, but also the legal foundation he had established in the United States. The money was all related to Mexico and was invested in lobbying firms, which used the money to support politicians.

Check it out! Check it out!
After checking in the end, it was a mess!
I guess even the American politicians who took their money and military leaders like Peter don’t know that the money actually came from Mexico. I guess they still think it is the money they earned from military contracts.

Ferrari had already circulated that money through countless banks, and then laundered it through various investments in countless shell companies, until it became impossible to trace it.

The clue left behind is actually a noose.

Waiting for those idiots from the CIA to drill into it.

"Ferrari, how are you doing in Russia?"

"We're fine. The chef is doing very well now. You don't know..." Ferrari said, "His influence reaches the sky."

"So awesome?! Is this true?"

Song Heping was also surprised.

I haven't seen you for a few years, and you've found that the chef has made it big.

"That's right. He told me to tell you that if you really can't make it out there, come to Russia and work with him. He said you're a talent and his company needs someone like you."

Ferrari started laughing as he spoke.

Song Heping asked, "This guy is in charge of catering. How can I help him? I'm not from the kitchen team."

"This guy founded a PMC company," Ferrari said. "It's still expanding. It's responsible for deploying overseas operations to protect the interests of Russian companies. They currently have a lot of business in Africa. He says Africa is a paradise for mercenaries. If you really can't make it in the East, go there and he'll arrange it."

"Ferrari, do you think I'm such a hopeless person?" Song Heping said, "When the chef left, he also started from scratch and relied on himself. Now that I'm down and out, I'm going to go and eat ready-made food from others? I have my dignity."

The two of them talked about the cook, and the atmosphere suddenly became relaxed.

Suddenly, a Persian officer came over, took a look at Song Heping in the room, and knocked on the open door.

"Mr. Song, Mr. Afanti asks you and your people to go to the conference room immediately."

"Conference room?" Song Heping knew something must have happened, so he said to Ferrari, "Let's talk later. I have something urgent to deal with."

After the call ended, Song Heping followed the officer all the way to the third floor of the barracks and arrived in front of the meeting room.

The conference room was not big and was packed with people, all of whom were Song Heping's subordinates, including Collins, Zai Xing and others.

At first, everyone's eyes were on the big-screen TV in front, and no one noticed Song Heping coming in.

Finally, someone noticed Song Heping's arrival and whispered, "The boss is here..."

Everyone subconsciously turned around and their eyes fell on Song Heping.

Song Heping saw that Afanti was also present, and the latter waved at him from the front row: "Song, come over and take a look."

Song Heping frowned and asked, "What are you looking at?"

The disaster star suddenly shouted, "Boss, you're on TV!"

(End of this chapter)