"Mr. Avanti, you must understand that you are now asking us to take the bla for a possible total annihilation of our forces."
Song Heping was very calm.
He picked up another piece of rice cake and put it into his mouth.
Because the taste was indeed good.
It was the best rice cake he had ever eaten.
"I believe you wouldn't have Naxin bring here without a reason. You surely have plenty of people at your disposal, so why not use them? Because they can't be used. Moreover, whoever discovers that person first and captures him will find him very useful, that is, tiliness. So you're in a hurry, and rembering us only after seeing Naxin's action report."
Inside, Avanti was shaken by Song Heping.
He hadn't expected that soone so young in front of him could have such outstanding analytical skills.
Just based on a piece of personal intelligence, he could analyze both his objectives and dilemmas thoroughly.
That's right.
He had indeed been troubled by this matter for an entire month.
And although Hassan had already been found by his intelligence personnel, he could change his residence at any ti.
Once he changes it, they would have to start tailing him anew.
Acting against a target requires a long period of covert surveillance, analyzing the target's living habits, and finding a weak point to strike.
If the target changes addresses, it would cause all preliminary work to go to waste.
Moreover, if his intelligence personnel could discover Hassan, the CIA and even the local security departnt could too.
Letting soone else get there first would be troubleso."
"Alright, state your terms. If it's within my power, I will definitely agree."
Avanti knew it would be difficult to find soone as suitable as Song Heping to execute this operation again.
Being Chinese, he couldn't possibly be with the CIA, especially since he had recently been captured and tortured by them.
Avanti had conducted a very detailed background check on Song Heping.
Only after confirming that he wasn't a lure sent by the CIA did he decide to et.
If this opportunity was missed, there would be no second chance.
Avanti was a resolute and decisive person.
Song Heping, seeing his agreent, secretly sighed with relief.
After all, he was genuinely afraid that Avanti might just bury him alive right here if he got angry.
He had also planned that if the other party really didn't agree and beca angry, he would provisionally agree and consider his options later.
Once back in Illiguo, it would no longer be Avanti's territory.
At worst, they could fight a few battles, both to better their standings and decide over life and death.
"My condition is actually very simple—help eliminate the Free Army."
Song Heping stated his terms.
"The Free Army?" Avanti clearly wasn't prepared for this.
Song Heping's condition was strange.
He hadn't expected it to be this.
He thought it would be about asking for more money or sothing far more excessive.
He didn't expect it would be to eliminate the Free Army.
"Do you have a grudge against them?" Avanti asked.
"I do," said Song Heping, "Anyone who poses a security threat to my oil fields is my enemy."
Avanti had no love for the Free Army either.
Moreover, Persians have never had a good impression of the Kurdish people.
There are Kurds in Persia too, but those Kurds are oppressively subdued and have resigned themselves to their fate.
Unlike in Illiguo, where Kurdish organizations are not only growing stronger but have also occupied a large territory."
"No problem. I can deploy my most elite battalion to assist you, I could even send Su-25 air attack support."
"Air Force is not necessary,"
Song Heping was amused.
"Aren't you just putting in danger? Oh, I should bring a bunch of Su-25 attack aircraft to hit their Free Army, isn't that the sa as publicly telling the Kurdish Ard and the US Army that I'm conspiring with you?"
Avanti laughed heartily at Song Heping's joke, "Then I can send two special operations companies with weapons to cross the border and help you; after the battle, they will retreat by themselves."
"That's a good suggestion," Song Heping said. "Only when you help eliminate the Free Army can I safely send people out to help you. Otherwise, once my elite mbers leave, the Free Army will cause trouble, and my losses will be huge."
Avanti nodded, "I understand."
Song Heping added, "I have another condition."
Hearing Song Heping ntion another condition.
Avanti's expression changed again.
"Don't get angry yet, Mr. Avanti," Song Heping said. "After this is done, while I'm still responsible for guarding the two major oil fields in the north, I hope you and your supported ard forces won't cause trouble here. I know blowing up oil fields here benefits you as the more chaotic the oil-producing regions are, the higher the oil prices, and the more money you make.
You can blow up other oil fields, just not mine."
"Okay, I promise you," Avanti quickly agreed. "I won't attack my friend's oil fields."
Song Heping extended his hand.
Avanti extended his palm.
Their hands clasped tightly together.
"It's a deal!"
"It's a deal!"
"Let's toast with tea instead of liquor then."
"To our friendship, cheers!"
"Cheers!"
When Avanti left the camp and got back on the helicopter, he personally walked out of the barracks to see him off.
Watching the camp gradually shrink, Song Heping felt the pressure increasing.
The deal was settled.
And the terms were favorable.
However, he still hadn't discussed the matter of going to Turkey with the chef.
He was not sure if the guy would agree.
Furthermore, Avanti had said that he would provide all necessary assistance.
The more readily he said it, the greater Song Heping felt the mission's difficulty would be.
Isn't it so?
Where could there be a mission that's easy yet highly profitable with abundant resource support?
Could he and the entire "Musician" team successfully complete it?
It was a foreign country, after all.
Song Heping had never even been to Turkey.
When he had co to Illiguo, he had only transferred planes there once but never left the airport.
The helicopter quickly took him back to the desert, landing next to the off-road vehicle.
Naxin bid farewell to Song Heping, saying before he left that he had never seen Avanti greet a guest with such a joyous smile, which showed great admiration for you.
Driven by curiosity, Song Heping couldn't help asking Naxin, "Who is he, really?"
Naxin shook his head, smiling, "He is our War God."
War God?
As the helicopter ascended, Song Heping thought thoughtfully, planning to have Ferrari investigate who this Avanti really was.
To see exactly what type of "friend" he had made this evening.
Driving back to the oil field, Hunter had not slept.
He had been worried about Song Heping's safety all along.
Seeing him safely return, he happily grabbed the MK18 assault rifle and stuffed it into Song Heping's arms.
"It's back to its original owner."
Actually, Disaster Star was more worried.
He feared he might accidentally kill his boss again and end up jobless.
Seeing Song Heping return in one piece, he started clamoring for a late-night snack.
"Boss, how about we roast a lamb to celebrate?"
As he said this, Disaster Star's saliva uncontrollably dribbled from the corner of his mouth.
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