Mercenary I am the king

Chapter 87 Eyes on the Dunes
Rice was sitting in the bulletproof car. He felt very tired. He leaned back in the back seat, closed his eyes, and thought about how to deal with the upcoming negotiations.

This time it was really a bad start.

On the first day at the oil field, two workers were injured and sent to Kuwait for rescue by plane.

This is a significant loss for Wood Company.

Mr. Wood was very unhappy.

So this problem must be solved immediately.

The oil field areas are the most difficult to defend, especially in the Gobi plains area north of Irigoe.

If there was enough time, we could have built fortifications around the oil field, but there was no time left.

In half a month, if the current performance continues, this security order will be lost.

What bothered him most was that the Hassan oil field was also attacked last night, but there was not a single casualty.

How can it be!

He was indignant and helpless.

A mere "Musician" defense, established less than a few days ago, is actually better than his team affiliated with Blackwater International.

Because of this incident, he was scolded by the Blackwater security director in Bakda, who warned him that if he continued like this, his team would be forced to pack up and go back to the UK.

The supervisor was not joking. With the strength of Blackwater International, it would be effortless for him to not receive any security orders in Bakda in the future.

Rice could feel the supervisor's anger through the phone. In just five minutes of the call, the other party used "idiot" and "pig" more than a dozen times to express his anger.

Fortunately, I thought of a good way to kill two birds with one stone.

He informed his supervisor of his plan and asked for help.

The plan is to find the Cold War armed forces through Blackwater International's relationship, negotiate with them, and ask the Cold War assembly and its subordinate armed organizations to show leniency to their own oil fields in the future and not cause trouble for no reason.

The price is that the company can provide the Cold Group with a batch of cheap weapons through its channels to strengthen their team.

As for arms trafficking, Blackwater can do it.

A large international defense company itself has to purchase a large number of weapons, and then resell them to the Cold War armed forces on the grounds of consumption after purchasing in large quantities.

There is no armed group that doesn't like arms, especially high-quality and low-priced arms.

The Cold War armed forces were indeed tempted.

After all, they don't dare to actually occupy the oil fields and steal the oil to sell for profit.

Doing so is tantamount to opposing the interim government and the United States behind it.

This is also why the Cold War armed forces are unwilling to directly attack the oil fields, but instead send their subordinates to cause trouble.

To put it bluntly, it is to accumulate chips in order to get a share of the oil field profits from the provisional government in the future.

Now that Blackwater is willing to provide a batch of arms, Calder only needs to hold off on the oil fields for now until Blackwater wins the two oil field orders from Wood. Everyone will be happy. Win! Win!
The agreed location for tonight is about forty kilometers north of the border with Turkey.

The Kurdish armed forces sent a representative named Leido, while the Free Force Alliance sent a deputy leader named Jalali.

At that time, both parties will meet and reach a gentleman's agreement, and future matters will be handled according to the agreement.

In fact, Les knew that the Colds were unreliable.

These people may change their minds after a while even if they agree with us today.

But the most important thing tonight is not to reach an agreement with the Kurdish armed group to keep out of each other's way.

But he has another purpose.

The purpose is to get the Kurds to help drive away the mercenaries from the Hassan oil field.

As long as Song Heping and his company's people are attacked multiple times in the past half month and the construction progress is affected, Wood Energy will definitely withdraw the security order for Hassan Oil Field and ask them to get out.

In this way, if nothing unexpected happens, the security order for the Hassan oil field will also be in Blackwater International's pocket.

After making this calculation, Rice knew that Blackwater would not lose money and would definitely agree to his bad idea.

Sure enough, the supervisor agreed with his idea after hearing it.

But this is a very shameful thing after all.

At the end of the call, the supervisor just grunted and said, "Les, it's up to you to decide what to do. The company headquarters is not aware of your actions."

Ha ha.

Isn't it just about face?
Rice despised Blackwater International. Like its master, the United States, it liked to be a hypocrite while also being righteous.

I don't know how long it was, but in his drowsy state, Les felt the car stop.

He opened his eyes alertly.

It was dark outside the car window, and he pulled down the night vision goggles on his helmet.

This is an abandoned building in the Gobi Desert.

Such abandoned stone houses can often be seen in the Gobi Desert, and there is usually a water source nearby.

They are usually built by caravans and have a long history. Their purpose is to provide a temporary place for travelers to stay when passing through.

The men came over and opened the car door, and Rice got out.

"Aren't they here yet?"

He looked down at his watch.

It's almost time.

There are five minutes left until the agreed time.

"I haven't seen anyone yet."

"First, take a look around and establish a cordon."

"Okay, boss."

The man waved his hand and led a few people to patrol the surroundings.

Les looked around.

There was gravel and stones everywhere.

There is a sand dune about 600 meters away, but it is difficult to see clearly due to the distance.

Just as he turned his head and looked away from the sand dune, just under a ball of sand on the slope of the side of the dune, a pair of sharp hawk-like eyes revealed murderous intent, and his fingers gently turned the knob of the scope a few times to adjust the magnification.

"Sang, I saw Les."

Hunter Guy pressed the talk button on the radio and notified Song Heping who was far away in the Hassan Oil Field on the channel.

"Has anyone seen Kolde?"

"Not yet, they haven't shown up yet."

The hunter's attention was suddenly attracted by a moving off-road vehicle.

"I can't talk anymore. They've started doing security patrols."

After saying this, he gently relaxed his body, lay down on the ground, lowered his breathing rate, and made himself as silent as a stone.

The off-road vehicle drove slowly over and soon stopped in front of the sand dune.

Several "Mad Dog" mercenaries got out of the car. One of the small leaders stared at the sand dunes for a while, then turned and said to his men, "Tom, go up and take a look. That spot is very suitable for a sniper position..."

As he spoke, he turned his head and glanced in the direction of Rice.

The hunter, lying on the sand dune covered with a homemade desert ghillie suit, heard footsteps coming from the sand.

That was the sound of army boots crunching on gravel.

The sound was getting closer and closer, climbing up from the other end of the sand dune and slowly approaching this side.

It was obvious that he was coming towards him.

There is no way to avoid it.

The member of the "Mad Dog" mercenary group shook off the sand on his feet as he walked irritably.

These sand and pebbles are really annoying. Although my boots are designed to be sand-proof, every time I come back from a mission, some sand and gravel get into my shoes, making my feet very uncomfortable.

Suddenly, he felt as if he had stepped on something, something hard in the sand...

"what……"

He looked down suspiciously, frowning.

　Third update, please vote! Please subscribe!

　　
　
(End of this chapter)