Mercenary I am the king

Chapter 79 Turner is coming
As soon as Sanchez arrived at the warehouse, he saw Song Heping releasing the people.

"Who are those people?"

He obviously saw something.

Those guys from Nasin don't look like company employees.

"Militants."

Song Heping is very frank and does not hide anything.

Sanchez thought there was something wrong with his hearing: "Caught last night?"

Song Heping continued to answer frankly: "Yes. He came to our place last night to cause trouble and was arrested by us."

"Then why did you let them go?!" Sanchez almost jumped up. "You think if you let them go, they'll be grateful to you, let us go, and stop attacking us in the oil field?"

He was very excited.

His face was filled with an expression of "you childish ghost".

Song Heping said, "You are the director of the engineering department, not the security director. Sanchez, you need to understand your identity."

Sanchez's face immediately turned red.

He had originally planned to come over and apologize to Song Heping.

Thanks by the way.

Yesterday, I argued with Song Heping about evacuating employees to the town.

But now the anger has washed away all this gratitude.

"I'm going to report your behavior to the company! These people shouldn't be released. They should be sent to the Allianz Federation for disposal!"

"Whatever you want."

Song Heping didn't intend to pay any attention to him.

That's his personality.

Never waste your breath on people who don't matter.

Do I have to explain my tactical arrangements to Sanchez myself?

Even with this patience, Song Heping was afraid that Sanchez would leak the secret.

Watching Sanchez leave angrily, the cook spread his hands and said, "You've offended him. He's from Wood Company."

Song Heping said, "I have no responsibility to consider his feelings. Just like yesterday, if I had listened to him, do you think any of these unarmed and defenseless people would have died in the exchange of fire last night?"

The cook thought it made sense and nodded in agreement.

Song Heping said, "Ferrari told me that two people were seriously injured in the Cook Oilfield area last night. Their condition is not good and they have been sent back to Bakda. One is a local employee and the other is an engineer."

Then he pointed to the ground.

"No one here is hurt."

The cook said, "You released Nashin and provoked him. He will definitely return this week with his men. Now they know about the state of our weapons and personnel, and they will definitely make targeted offensive deployments. It will be difficult for us to withstand it then."

Song Heping smiled: "Don't worry, I've been on guard against this kind of trick of his."

After saying that, he picked up an assault rifle beside him.

"Look at Nasin and his men's weapons."

The cook took it, glanced at it, and his eyes lit up.

"A bit like……"

"Like an M16 assault rifle, right!?"

"Yes, American weapons!" The cook was a little surprised: "Is he from the Persian Special Forces?"

"This is a QC assault rifle, a replica." Song Heping said, "Nasin and his men are most likely Persian special forces. Ferrari said that the Madih armed forces have always been supported by the Persian side, so it's not surprising that they would send people to help them train soldiers."

The cook fell silent.

He knew what this meant.

The Persian army officers who were able to sneak into Iligah for military training and participate in operations must be from the special units of the Revolutionary Guard.

There is no doubt about this.

Persia and Ilig have always had a long-standing ambition to destroy each other, so in recent years, Persia has been supporting the Madih organization.

Now that Shadamu of Iligo has fallen, this is a good opportunity to support one of their own to come to power and increase their influence in Iligo. Of course, the Persians will not let it go.

Once the Persians are involved, they are more difficult to deal with than the Kurdish armed forces.

After all, they are the power of the state.

Whether it is financial or military power, if a real fight comes, a small company like mine will not be able to compete with it.

"So you're going to try to please them?" asked the cook.

Song Heping shook his head. "It's not exactly flattery. But, have you ever heard that military power is an extension of interests?"

The cook laughed. "You're talking about this kind of military theory with me, a guy who just got out of jail? Do you think I understand it?"

Song Heping also laughed.

The cook is a straight man.

At least he is honest enough and doesn't shy away from his past.

Just accept it as it is.

Song Heping admired this about him.

"What this means is that any military action is nothing more than an extension of interests, perhaps economic interests, perhaps political interests."

He looked at the oil fields outside the warehouse and sighed, "This is a gold mine. Why hasn't anyone dared to take it over for months? It's not that they can't, it's that they don't dare. Whoever comes will die. No one can stay here. Unless the coalition forces can completely quell the chaos in Irigo and gain complete control of the situation, this place will be abandoned."

The cook said, "I thought I'd gotten a piece of the pie from Wood by flattering Nancy. But it seems like $90 a month in security fees is going to be really hard to come by."

Song Heping said, "So, we might be able to deal with them once or twice, but we can't sustain a long-term confrontation. Now is the evaluation period, and Sanchez and his men can still withdraw. When the oil fields resume operations, thousands of workers will come here. Whether it's Madih, Kurds, or any other armed group, if they really want to confront us head-on, we simply don't have the energy to deal with them."

"So what are you going to do next?" asked the cook.

Song Heping said, "Let's wait for Nasin to come again, and then we'll let him see our strength. We'll tell him, the Madih army, and the Persians behind them that if they want to eat us up, it's not impossible. They'll have to break a few teeth if they think about it."

When the cook heard that they were going to have a head-on fight, he immediately became excited.

"Okay, I'm not afraid of being beaten."

Song Heping said: "Teaching the Madih army a lesson again is just the beginning. The next step is to let the forces in the north know how powerful we are. If you want to talk, we can; if you want to fight, we are not afraid!"

The cook stretched out his big hand and patted Song Heping's shoulder with a smile.

"I knew my judgment was correct. When it comes to scheming and plotting, you Chinese are the best."

"Why does it sound like you're scolding me?" Song Heping said, "Is this a conspiracy? This is a tactic!"

The cook's grin spread across his face like a flower. "Right, right, right, tactics! Tactics!"

Song Heping said, "There's one more thing. I need to use some funds from the company."

The cook asked with a pinch of his tongue, "How much?"

Song Heping said: "I don't know yet, but it will probably cost several hundred thousand dollars..."

The cook's expression immediately turned into one of appendicitis pain: "With so much money...what can I buy?"

Song Heping said: "Buy some big ones..."

The cook was surprised and asked, "Are you going to buy a plane?!"

Song Heping said disdainfully, "Planes aren't that cheap! When I make money in the future, I'm going to buy one. I haven't even tried owning my own plane yet!"

As the two were talking, they suddenly saw White Bear walking in from outside.

"Sang, someone is coming from Wood Company."

Song Heping felt strange.

"Who's coming?"

"It's Turner!" said White Bear.

The cook said, "Could it be that Sanchez reported you for letting the militants go?"

Song Heping said, "No, he just saw it. Even if he wanted to tell a tale, Turner wouldn't come here so quickly. Let's go out and see what happened."

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