Song Heping had thought he wouldn't easily get through this ti.
Clearly, Thomas was targeting him.
Otherwise, he wouldn't have tortured him alone last night.
This guy probably held a grudge against him because of the Sayif incident.
Perhaps he had harbored ill intentions from the start.
But if soldiers are coming, block them; if the waters rise, use earth to hold them.
If it can't be avoided, then one must force through.
Just as Song Heping fell into a deep sleep, waiting for Thomas to co looking for trouble again, he was awakened by a "Scorpion" mber instead.
Clang—
When the iron door opened, the Chef quickly woke Song Heping up.
"Son. They are here!"
Song Heping opened his eyes, groggily sat up, and sure enough, saw Thomas's figure outside the iron door.
He simply walked up proactively, stared provocatively at him, and said, "What now? Going to take sowhere? Co on, I've been eagerly waiting."
Thomas stared at Song Heping with his dead fish eyes for a long ti, suddenly stretching his lips into a smile uglier than crying.
"Son, I didn't co back to give you trouble."
He put on an innocent face and said, "This was just a misunderstanding; we've already clarified it. The ballistics report shows that the bullet was not fired from a Hunter sniper rifle; so, you can leave now. If you wish, I can arrange a helicopter to take you back to the oil field."
Having heard Thomas's "explanation."
Song Heping imdiately understood that Angel had intervened.
He had hooked up Black Water Company with the Kurd Group through CIA channels, attempting to gain their support on the security matters of the northern oil fields by covertly offering them arms, and during the eting, the contact person from the Kurds was killed, and Black Water lost several rcenaries—all this information was sent to Angel.
He specifically instructed Ferrari to convey the severity of the situation to Angel exactly as it was, otherwise, he would be in big trouble.
The reason he entrusted his life and fortunes to that foreign woman was firstly, because Song Heping had no other options.
Secondly.
He felt an inexplicable trust in Angel.
This silly, sweet girl could be annoying at tis, but sotis she was so charming that it moved him.
Just like now.
Angel was exactly like her na, adorably angelic.
Song Heping stood at the entrance of the prison cell and locked eyes with Thomas for a mont.
If he could, he really wanted to pull out a gun and kill this ungrateful trash.
But not now.
Endure it!
Damn it!
Patience is a virtue!
Revenge is a dish best served cold.
Even if you are a CIA agent, I will eventually make you eat peanuts.
Having made up his mind, Song Heping also revealed a smile and said, "It's fine, a misunderstanding is a misunderstanding; as long as it's clear, okay then, we'll be leaving, please do arrange for a plane to take us back."
Walking out of the building, he was t with a wave of heat.
Song Heping saw Simon standing in the shadows atop a distant building, gazing over from afar.
After exchanging a glance, Song Heping boarded the plane, and Simon went back to his room.
It was the sa Chinook.
Song Heping sat in the cabin, pondering one thing.
Now he had made an enemy of the CIA.
Life in Illiguo would likely not be easy in the future.
He didn't know what tricks they would play to trick him again.
These intelligence operatives are all cunning; not a single one is a good person.
For now, he could think of no good solution.
The most important thing was to secure the oil field orders, establish a firm foothold in Illiguo, and then grow quietly, waiting until he had gathered enough funds before planning further developnt.
However, he also knew that after this incident, he had invisibly gained a certain level of resources.
Nancy had intervened personally, and whether he or the Chef were really taken seriously, at least they had proven their value in front of Nancy.
It was rely the value of being exploited.
Just like this ti, Nancy cleverly used the situation to cause so adverse impact on the Elephant Party.
Although relying on this kind of negative news is hardly enough to oust that president from his throne; however, as long as there's enough accumulated negative news, it could beco one bullet to attack the opposition in the quadrennial elections in the future.
Being exploitable is also a background.
Being exploitable also ans that oneself and one's team are valuable.
If you're not valuable, you won't even qualify to be exploited.
The real world is this cruel; human nature is never tender.
They say that those who survive a great disaster might enjoy great fortune later.
Song Heping's good luck ca soon after.
Just as he returned to the oil field, while that Chinook had not yet disappeared from sight, Mr. Turner from Wood Energy called his mobile phone.
"Son, have you returned to the oil field?"
"Mr. Turner, we are back here. Don't worry, the oil field is fine,"
Song Heping imdiately reassured him.
In the eyes of capitalists, assets are always the foremost concern.
Turner's call to Song Heping was definitely not out of concern for his safety.
As expected, Turner sounded relieved, saying, "Oh, that's good, God bless."
Then he added, "Can you co back to Baghdad?"
"When?"
"Right now," Turner sounded urgent, "Mr. Wood called two hours ago, he hopes you can take over the security work for Cook Oil Field."
Song Heping was overjoyed internally.
But he knew he couldn't appear too excited, lest it give away that he had anticipated this.
"Take over Cook Oil Field?"
Song Heping feigned surprise and asked, "Isn't it managed by Black Water Company people?"
"Don't ntion them!" Turner's tone beca displeased: "Our group does not want to be associated with them. Co over as soon as you can; I'm flying back to Country M in a couple of days and want to get everything here settled today."
After speaking, he ended the call.
The Chef asked, "What's up? Mr. Turner?"
Song Heping suppressed his joy and nodded, "Correct, he wants to head back to Baghdad imdiately to sign the new contract for Cook Oil Field."
The Chef could hardly believe that happiness had co so suddenly.
"Are you sure?"
"Yes."
"You an, both oil field security contracts are given to us!?"
"That's right!"
"Hahahaha!"
The cook hugged Song Heping tightly and spun around twice, then planted two firm kisses on Song Heping's face with his big, scruffy, bearded mouth.
"This is fantastic! 1.8 million! Per month! Hahaha!"
Song Heping said, "If you keep hugging like this, you'll be signing the contract yourself."
Song Heping was now the legal representative of the company.
Of course, he had to sign the contract.
The cook quickly released his hands and said, "Alright, alright, then you better hurry up and go!"
"We don't have enough manpower for two oil fields," Song Heping said. "I must go back imdiately to recruit, Cook, you stay here to hold down the fort, and I'll take Samir with to recruit so people."
"No problem, leave it to ," replied the cook, very promptly.
At this point, Song Heping could probably ask him to jump into the sea, and he would do it just as promptly.
In the cook's eyes, Song Heping was practically a God of Wealth.
After settling everything, Song Heping, without delay, took Samir and drove towards Baghdad in an off-road vehicle.
Last night, Thomas had subjected him to water torture all night; Song Heping was quite exhausted and fell into a deep sleep once he was in the car, leaving Samir to drive.
He didn't know how long he had slept when he was woken by the noise.
"Are we there yet?"
He checked his watch. He had been asleep for two hours.
Samir explained, "Today, the road is full of Country M's military vehicles and tanks, not sure what's going on. There are too many checkpoints."
"How much longer until we reach Baghdad?" Song Heping asked.
Samir said, "This is Beled, about 40 kiloters away."
Beled?
Song Heping rembered the na of this place.
It wasn't far from Kazimierz.
They had already reached the towns surrounding Baghdad.
He moved his hands and feet a bit and stretched his back.
Being young was beneficial; recovery was quick.
The previous fatigue was washed away, though his lungs still felt a bit uncomfortable.
Probably because he was waterboarded too much last night; he wondered if there was any damage.
When he got a chance, he would have to check into a hospital in the Green Zone for an examination.
He casually picked up the bottle of mineral water placed by the car door, intending to take a sip to quench his thirst.
However, just seeing the bottle made his stomach churn violently, and he imdiately rolled down the window to retch outside.
"Boss, what's wrong?"
"It's nothing."
Song Heping shook his head.
He helplessly put the water back where it was.
It seed he was having a bit of a stress reaction.
Nowadays, just the sight of water made his stomach revolt; he didn't know how long this symptom would last. He surely wouldn't die of thirst, would he?
"Damn that Thomas!"
Song Heping cursed inwardly, but his eyes began to scan around outside the car.
This was his professional habit.
Wherever he went, he was always very observant of his surroundings.
Suddenly, the off-road vehicle stopped.
Samir, growing impatient after waiting a while, began honking the horn.
Beep beep beep—
The road seed completely blocked; traffic on both sides had stopped.
There were no coalition forces' vehicles around.
It seed not to be a stoppage due to military vehicles passing through.
Song Heping looked around inside the vehicle, but suddenly, his gaze sharpened.
Sothing was off!
His mind flashed like lightning!
Because, on the roadside, there were a few robed figures slowly walking towards them on both sides of the road.
Although these few people had no weapons on them, Song Heping saw their eyes.
They were filled with murderous intent!
Instinct!
This was the instinct of a top-tier special soldier.
He slowly placed his hand on the handle of the MK18 assault rifle mounted by the door, then quietly warned Samir, "Watch the people covered and wearing robes on both sides, three on the left, two on the right, they are suspicious."
Samir's expression tensed up imdiately.
The two of them cautiously looked to the left.
"Don't make too big a movent! Don't let them see you looking," Song Heping whispered to Samir.
Moving your head dramatically to observe surroundings on a battlefield about to explode was a taboo, equivalent to telling the enemy—I've spotted you! Shoot at now!
"Boss, could these be assassins sent by the CIA?"
Samir's face turned pale.
He thought of his wife and children.
"Don't panic, get ready. When I shoot, you fire to the left. Don't be nervous!"
Samir nodded, beads of sweat rolling down his forehead.
The robed and masked individuals continued to move slowly forward, getting closer and closer to their vehicle…
Song Heping had already rolled up the car window by now, hiding them from view.
This was a bit of an advantage for him.
Though the vehicle was not bulletproof, several steel plates had been stuffed into the lining as makeshift reinforcent, which should withstand an initial round of shooting.
After that, it would all depend on how quickly he could counterattack, or whether he could open the car door and shoot the enemy before they could aim their guns.
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