Mercenaries, I Will Be King Chapter 140 - 133 Passing the Test with Bated Breath2

After finishing his tirade, the superior turned around with a smile on his face and loudly said to everyone in English, "Ladies and gentlen, please be quiet for a mont and listen to what I have to say."

Seeing that expression on his face, Song Heping breathed a sigh of relief.

It seed like there would be no problem, and he would be able to leave soon.

As expected, the partially bald superior rattled off so comforting words, apologizing, and ntioning the rudeness of his subordinates, and so on.

Finally, he loudly announced, "You can all go now, there are no more issues."

Song Heping wasn't in a rush to get his passport back right away. Instead, he continued to put on an act of scolding and protesting for a while before casually taking his passport back from the dumbfounded uniford man's hand. Then he stuffed his belongings back into his luggage and left the room without looking back, carrying his bag.

Once back at the checkpoint, the female employee's deanor had indeed beco much more pleasant, smiling as she took the entry stamp and pressed it onto Song Heping's passport.

"I wish you a pleasant journey!"

Leaving the airport, Song Heping felt a layer of cold sweat on his back.

Damn the accident.

This ti it was purely an accident.

It seed he would have to improve his English. If he wanted to keep using this identity, he would need to truly change all his characteristics; otherwise, he would still get caught out by more experienced people.

Exiting the hall, White Bear and a few others imdiately surrounded him.

"Song, I thought you were going to be arrested."

White Bear said with a teasing tone, "Grey Wolf and I were considering whether to look around the hall for a cop and just grab his gun to go rescue you."

As Song Heping walked toward the exit of the hall, he shot back, "White Bear, don't think you're invincible just because you were a paratrooper for a few days. Rescue ? You'd be lucky to take care of yourself! You really think this backwater country doesn't have capable people?"

White Bear snorted, saying with utter contempt, "What's so great about this backwater country!"

Song Heping couldn't be bothered to argue with him on this topic.

The Russians and the backwaters have been mortal enemies for hundreds of years, and their enmity and feuds are as long as a foot binding cloth.

Leaving the airport terminal, there were taxis lined up along the road.

Song Heping glanced back at the exit number.

Exit 3.

That's right.

It's here.

He turned his head and looked around.

The contact was supposed to wait outside Exit 3 of the terminal, according to the original plan.

"Mr. Song Heping?"

While he was looking around, a skinny man who looked to be about 40 with a Middle Eastern accent in his English approached, with shifty, glinting eyes that looked rather sly.

Indeed very thin.

Like a drying rack.

And slightly hunched over, too.

Short sleeves, jeans, and disheveled, sowhat graying hair.

Song Heping had seen a photo of the contact before, but it was only a close-up of the face, not a full-body picture.

This person looked similar, but not as thin, and Song Heping hadn't realized the man would be sowhat hunched.

But the face was right.

No problem.

"I am."

He extended his hand first.

The other man did the sa.

They shook hands briefly.

Then the skinny man said, "I am Oma."

The na matched as well.

Song Heping couldn't help but say, "Oma, have you been losing weight recently?"

Oma paused, then grasping the implication in Song Heping's words, explained, "I've been seriously ill recently, just ca out of the hospital."

After saying that, he coughed twice.

Song Heping was montarily at a loss for words.

This was still holding the line with light injuries...

He was still insisting on working in the frontline of intelligence work with this condition.

What a model worker this was...

"Let's go, let's go, I'll settle you in first," said Oma, quite enthusiastically, even reaching out to take Song Heping's luggage.

"I'll handle it myself."

Song Heping quickly refused.

For one, he had a habit of not letting others touch his personal belongings; and secondly, seeing Oma's condition, he was afraid he might overexert him and land back in the hospital, potentially jeopardizing their operation.

The group followed Oma to the parking lot and boarded his car.

It was a Volkswagen van, reasonably spacious inside.

Once in the car, Oma told Song Heping and the others, "I'm going to take you where you will stay with Hassan, then I'll show you our arms cache to check the equipnt. I won't be involved in the subsequent operations; you'll have to plan it yourselves..."

As he spoke, he handed several envelopes to Song Heping.

"Here's so US Dollars for each of you to use for daily expenses; the lira has devalued badly here recently, with the backwater's money practically worthless. One dollar can get you 1.5 million lira, even more on the black market..."

"Aren't we going to Trebizond?"

According to intelligence, their target Hassan was in the Black Sea coastal city of Trebizond.

This was a thousand kiloters from Istanbul, so did Oma plan to drive them there?

That would take a day or two, right?

"That's correct," Oma replied while driving.

Song Heping asked, "Then why didn't we just transfer flights at the airport?"

Oma said, "Do you want to try your luck at the airport again after what just happened?"

Song Heping was speechless.

He actually knew about it?

Suddenly, Song Heping no longer underestimated this consumptive-looking Oma.

This man obviously had an extensive informant network here.

Otherwise, he wouldn't have been privy to events that had just transpired.

Before, Song Heping had sowhat undervalued the Persians' intelligence network.

Now it seed they truly had so capabilities!

Oma drove them to a small civilian airport and parked the car, then said, "Due to the recent economic crisis and social unrest here, many places have put military and police on the streets. The security levels at places like airports and stations have been raised, so it's safer to use a sightseeing plane."