That evening, Song Heping decided to have Disaster Star and Hunter stay with him at the Cook Oil Field.
Even though both oil fields now had people stationed at them, relying solely on local rcenaries for security was hardly reassuring. It was necessary to have core mbers of the company present to hold the fort.
Song Heping had so doubts about the combat will of the Illiguo local rcenaries.
Combat will is unrelated to combat ability.
No matter how high one's combat skills are, without the will to fight, one would only be suited for battles with the wind at their back.
It is the core mbers who are the stabilizing force.
Dinner was had at the Cook Oil Field.
Since the company had recently made a good amount of money, their als had also improved.
Disaster Star still had a robust appetite.
Half a sheep...
"Boss, why aren't you eating anymore?"
Hunter saw Song Heping suddenly stop eating and thought the food might not be to his liking.
"Tired of eating lamb?"
Song Heping shook his head, "Just watching Disaster Star eat makes feel full..."
He then couldn't help but ask Hunter, "Has he always eaten this much? I an, every al... I seem to see him eat at least half a sheep and many flatbreads..."
The flatbreads of Illiguo are quite large and filling.
When Song Heping felt he had a good appetite, he could eat only two to three pounds of lamb at and two flatbreads.
Disaster Star could eat half a sheep and five or six flatbreads at each al.
Hunter glanced towards Disaster Star and said softly, "He's sick..."
After speaking, he pointed at his head with his finger.
"What?" Song Heping was so shocked he nearly dropped his flatbread back onto the table, "He's sick and he still beca a rcenary?"
He thought it best not to be a ntal illness.
A ntally ill person can't stay in the team.
If he were to suddenly fall ill on the battlefield one day, that could be disastrous.
"No, no, no."
Hunter saw that Song Heping had obviously misunderstood.
So he explained, "He's a poor fellow, with no family left. He was a soldier in the Caucasus Special Mountain Forces. After he was discharged, he couldn't find a decent living in his hotown and went to be a rcenary abroad. We were in the sa squad and platoon. Later we were deployed to Africa on a mission, and we went through a lot of battles together.
Just as our contract was about to end and we could retire and get Gaul citizenship, a roadside bomb attack happened. He shielded from the shrapnel by holding , resulting in him being seriously injured."
"The other injuries were not too bad, but there was a piece of shrapnel that went into the back of his head, and no one knows what it hit. The doctors said he recovered, but there might be so impact. Over ti, I've observed that apart from him becoming more taciturn, there's been no other change, and his appetite... it has increased..."
"Oh..."
Hearing this twisting story, Song Heping couldn't help but feel moved.
These two were like brothers who had been through life-and-death situations.
No wonder Hunter was so protective of Disaster Star, bringing him along wherever he went.
Seeing that Song Heping rely sighed and his expression was unreadable, Hunter feared that Song Heping had ford a negative opinion of Disaster Star. He quickly vouched, "Because of this, I swear as long as I have sothing to eat, I won't let him go hungry, that's why I bring him with wherever I go. Actually... it's not that he's a jinx; it was just bad luck for the previous bosses.
I've observed for a long ti, and he really doesn't have other issues, I guarantee it! He's a very loyal person."
Seeing Hunter beco anxious, Song Heping quickly reassured him, "Based on the loyalty between you two, I won't let you two go, rest assured. When I was born, a fortune-teller predicted my fortune, saying my 'Bazi' was particularly strong, and that I have a long life ahead."
"Bazi?"
Hunter hadn't heard this Chinese term before.
Song Heping didn't know how to explain the concept of "Bazi" to him right away.
He could only equivocate, "It ans that I have especially good luck."
"Then I can rest easy."
Hunter breathed a sigh of relief.
Disaster Star seed to notice their whispering and turned his head towards them.
Song Heping quickly picked up a rib of lamb and waved it in his hand, "Eat, don't mind us. Go ahead, eat your fill!"
Disaster Star showed a grease-covered grin and buried his head to continue devouring the lamb.
Hunter asked, "Boss, seeing how impressive your military skills are, you must have been part of the Special Forces too, right?"
Talking about the very topic he wanted to avoid.
Song Heping really didn't want others to ntion his past.
In his view, he had left the military out of last resort.
It had always been a regret for him.
So this was a sore spot for him.
"Hmm, I've had so training."
He didn't respond directly.
Just as Hunter was about to press further, Song Heping's phone began to vibrate.
He took out his phone, put down the lamb at in his hand, and gestured for Hunter to be quiet.
Then he got up and moved to a corner.
"Sang?"
The voice on the other end was Naxin's.
"Yeah, it's ."
"I heard you ca back to the oil field?"
"That's right."
Song Heping said, "You're well inford. Do you have soone inside my oil field?"
"Hehe, you guess."
Song Heping thought the chances of having an informant among the local rcenary group were very low.
After all, 300 of them were new, just arrived a few hours ago, and they were hired randomly; it wasn't possible for a spy to have infiltrated.
The previous 50 were all Samir's old war buddies.
Given Samir's stance, he couldn't possibly have any connection with the Persians.
Perhaps it was the nearby towns or those villages we passed through.
There are informants inside.
It is unavoidable.
After all, this is north of Illiguo, where dragons and snakes mingle.
There will be people who favor each side.
It's not surprising that the Persians have cultivated their own local informants after operating in this area for many years.
"Guessing won't help. Just tell , are you planning to arrange a eting between and your superior?"
"You're right."
Naxin said, "My superior didn't plan on eting you, but you're lucky, as there's sothing we might need your cooperation on, so he decided to et you."
"So, should I thank your superior for his grace?" Song Heping said with a smile. "Have you ever told him that he's very arrogant?"
"Arrogant? Song, look further ahead and think more broadly. I can't explain here, but after you et, if you get along with my superior, you might understand why I say this."
Naxin's tone didn't sound like he was pretending; it seed quite earnest.
This piqued Song Heping's interest.
Is that so?
Then he really had to et this so-called "superior" to see what he was made of.
"Fine. Let's et," Song Heping said. "The ti, the place."
Naxin said, "I will send you the coordinates and ti. Just don't bring too many people when you co. At most two bodyguards, or the eting will be canceled."
"Okay."
Song Heping couldn't help but to complain, "So many rules."
"Haha, then keep an eye on your ssages."
Laughter ca from Naxin on the other end of the call, and then the call was disconnected.
Returning to the dining table, Hunter asked him, "Boss, what's happened?"
Song Heping said, "I need to step out tonight."
"Do you want to co with you?" Hunter asked.
Song Heping shook his head, "There's no need."
He thought it over for a while, got up, and called Cook to inform him about the situation. He also instructed Cook to keep it quiet and to be vigilant about security that night.
Cook, concerned about Song Heping going alone, said, "Going by yourself, if Naxin buries you in a trap, they won't even find your body."
Song Heping said, "I've thought about it; he won't do that. Don't worry, I'm confident. I will go alone tonight, you hold down the fort."
"Alright, just be careful," Cook said, then added after a mont's thought, "But if sothing really happens to you, I swear I will avenge you, no matter who it is. Because you are a good brother to , Cook!"
His words ward Song Heping's heart.
Cook was a bit hot-headed and high-handed, but he was genuinely good to you when he cared, not the two-faced type.
After dinner, Song Heping put on his bulletproof vest and his night vision goggles, replacing them with fresh batteries. He only brought a pistol, leaving behind weapons like the MK18 assault rifle.
When he handed the assault rifle to Hunter for safekeeping, he joked, "If I don't co back, the rifle is yours."
Hunter said, "Boss, although I haven't been around you long, you're soone worth following. Don't worry, if sothing happens to you, I will find the person who killed you and take them out."
Hunter was a sniper.
He certainly had the ability.
Song Heping couldn't help but say, "Cook just said the sa thing to . Do you really think I'll die? I told you, my life is tough."
The phone quickly received a ssage.
The location was about 40 kiloters away at the edge of a mountainous area towards the northwest border.
The ti was set for 9 PM.
The eting place was approximately 100 kiloters from the oil field.
Checking his watch, Song Heping saw it was now 7:05 PM.
The roads here were tough to navigate, so it was necessary to allow extra ti.
Therefore, he decided to leave early.
Before getting into the car, he told Hunter,
"At night, have the second company set up the guns. You'll have to work hard tonight, sleep less, check the posts more frequently, and coordinate and cooperate more with Ahd."
"Don't worry, boss, I'll make sure to do so," Hunter assured him.
Song Heping jumped into the car, started it, and pressed the accelerator towards the northwest.
Off in the distance, a new moon rose, its crescent shape reminiscent of a sickle, sowhat like the Persians' flag.
"What a coincidence…" Song Heping murmured to himself.
As for the eting tonight, he personally believed it was safe.
The reason was simple, the Persians were interested in the oil field.
They didn't care about the lives of the people in the organizations they supported.
Don't fantasize that these people would have feelings for the cannon fodder.
Therefore, there was only one reason to kill him, and that was to cause the oil field's security to collapse.
Obviously, even if they buried him alive, the Persians would still have to face Cook's team, and they might not succeed.
Thus, it would be a foolish act to kill him.
It would be better to cooperate with him instead.
That was the confidence that emboldened him to go to the eting alone.
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