His answer startled Avanti slightly.
Instantly, Avanti burst into hearty laughter.
"You are a man of great honor, still protecting the reputation of your forr unit even here. I also co from a special operations background. If China is filled with talents like you, then your country's military combat capabilities are indeed top-notch," he said.
"It is indeed top-notch," Song Heping replied, "We have competed with the Big Five, including the top-ranked Aricans."
"Hahahaha!"
Avanti laughed out loud again.
Even the guards at the door couldn't help but peek inside twice.
They didn't know why their usually stern boss was laughing so much tonight in such a short period of ti.
"Alright, I admit, you China People are very impressive. That's also why I brought you here," he said.
"Are you planning to recruit as an instructor?" Song Heping half-joked.
"If you're willing," Avanti replied.
He spread his arms.
"My Holy City Brigade welcos you. I will apply for a good salary and treatnt for you, ensuring you have a comfortable life in Persia," he said.
"Unfortunately, I now have to run my own company," Song Heping replied.
"Then, you could send soone from your company to be a military consultant in my brigade," Avanti suggested.
Song Heping's mind spun quickly.
This sounded...
Like there might be a trap?
"Better not," Song Heping refused, "If my company were to provide you with military training services, I estimate it wouldn't be a month before the CIA cos knocking on my door."
"They have already approached you," Avanti replied, "Maybe you still don't understand your situation, my friend, but you have already offended the CIA."
Song Heping fell silent.
Because Avanti was right.
He knew this well himself.
"I think you secured the contracts for two oil fields because you are capable and cleverly utilized the relationship between Blackwater International and the Kurd people. But even with these two oil fields, under the influence of the CIA and Blackwater International, it would be difficult for you to secure other contracts from the Illigio Temporary Managent Committee," he said.
"1.8 million US dollars a month is enough for ," Song Heping said.
Avanti shook his head: "No, your ambition is great; I won't be mistaken. 1.8 million won't satisfy your appetite."
Song Heping was noncommittal.
He himself wasn't sure if he was as ambitious as Avanti said.
But he did thrive as the boss of this defense company.
That much was certain.
"So, are you looking to look after my business?" he asked.
"Why not? I have enough resources here. As long as you are willing to cooperate and beco my friend, a real friend, you can do as you please within Persia," Avanti said seriously.
When Avanti spoke these words, he wasn't joking at all.
The speaker had intent, and the listener was interested.
Move freely across Persia?
A map of the Middle East imdiately appeared in Song Heping's mind.
Persia...
Did that an he could smuggle arms out from there?
Going through Persia leads to Central Asia.
The cook's friends could entirely use this route to transport arms to wherever they desired.
Wouldn't this trafficking route be opened up?
With such support, not just selling arms to Russians, but all through the Middle East, transport could be facilitated through Persia.
However, this layer of cooperation had to be handled with caution.
After all, if the Aricans knew about this, that would create big problems.
"State your conditions," Song Heping said, "I don't believe in free lunch."
"Of course not," Avanti replied, "Let show you sothing first."
He turned and pulled open a nearby cabinet, took out a docunt, and placed it in front of Song Heping.
"Take a look," Avanti said.
With curiosity, Song Heping picked it up and opened it.
Surprisingly, the docunt was in Chinese.
It was a profile of a man nad Hassan.
According to the docunts, this person was a high-ranking official in Sadam's forr governnt.
He had held significant positions in the military.
Eventually, he was a high-ranking commander in Sadam's military.
The docunt included photos, resu, blood type, height, aliases, and more.
"Who is he?" Song Heping asked.
"He is a person I'm looking for. As long as you can bring him back to , I guarantee a substantial reward for you, plus you can beco my friend, a true friend," Avanti said.
"You give a profile, then ask to find him and bring him back? I don't even know where he is," Song Heping replied.
"I will provide you the address,"
"Is he in Illiguo?"
"No, he's in Turkey."
Song Heping imdiately understood.
So that's how it is...
The man was in Turkey.
Clearly, he had escaped there.
But such a person, if truly found in Turkey, would definitely be detained and sent back to the Illigio coalition forces.
The Persians wanted this man, but it wasn't fitting for them to send their own people to Turkey.
It wasn't that they lacked manpower or capability.
They were just afraid of complications.
Find a rcenary company like ours.
In the future, any problems could be blad on us, leaving them clean.
"Our borders with Turkey are connected; you just need to bring the man to the border, and we can officially take it from there,"
Avanti reassured Song Heping.
"All the funds and weapons needed for the operation will be provided by us."
"Can you also provide fake passports and identities?"
Song Heping thought of this first.
Just a few days ago, he had been racking his brains on how to create a flawless fake identity.
"Of course, everything."
"So this fake identity, after the operation, would it belong to ?"
"Yes, you can use it permanently."
"It won't be recognized?"
"This..."
Avanti thought for a mont and quickly gave an answer.
"A fake identity is not just a fake passport. The fake identities we provide are real; that is, the age will be similar to yours, the background similar, and the person is deceased, then you step into their shoes. We will even provide detailed records of the person's life and background, you just need to morize it, and as long as you keep it in mind, there should be no problem.
We can even provide you with the person's fingerprint data, help you make fake fingerprint caps to fool fingerprint recognition. This way, unless soone with your photo goes to the holand of the fake identity's original owner and traces your tracks, they won't find any discrepancies."
"This is so perfect..."
Song Heping was tempted.
Such a fake identity was simply impeccable.
He had heard that intelligence agencies would breed a batch of these fake identities, like raising gu.
In the host country, the fake identity is even treated as a living corpse with a social security number and ID, possibly continuing to work in so companies or studying in schools, existing on Blue Star just like a real person.
When these identities are needed, agents would adopt one, morize the individual's information, and "inhabit" it.
Such fake identities, as Avanti described, had an extrely low chance of being exposed.
"Helping you with this, the benefit is rely 'friendship'?"
Song Heping closed the file.
He felt that since the task Avanti was proposing wasn't easy to handle,
especially since the man was still in Turkey.
Going there to capture him and then transporting him to the border,
wasn't going to be easy.
Just a phrase, "making a friend," to make him risk his life like this?
Not worth it!
He'd be the scapegoat if anything went wrong, with no rescue.
A losing business!
His response surprised Avanti.
This "friend" slot was not sothing he gave away lightly.
This young man from China actually refused!
Many were queuing up to cling to his influence.
Yet he disdained to do so!
Did he realize whom he was refusing?
Avanti felt awkward for a while and then coughed twice before saying, "There's also a very generous reward."
"How much?" Song Heping asked.
"500,000 US Dollars." Avanti stretched out five fingers.
Song Heping laughed, "I earn 900,000 US Dollars a month from just an oil field security contract, and I don't have to run off to Turkey and take risks."
"..." Avanti thought for a mont and said, "1 million!"
Song Heping said, "I know I'd have no way out once any problem arises, and this man is very important to you, isn't he?"
"1 million is already very high," Avanti's smile disappeared, and his kindness vanished, leaving only sternness and authority: "Don't try to extort!"
The room's temperature abruptly dropped.
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