Mercenaries, I Will Be King Chapter 1487 - 1224: Cash! I Want 300 Million in Cash!

Song Heping finally lifted his gaze completely from the list:

"Colonel Kote, you've said it yourself, that was months ago. As the saying goes, one should look at soone with new eyes after three days apart. Brothers who follow , Song Heping, naturally need to upgrade from outdated weapons, keeping up with the tis. Besides..."

He deliberately drew out his tone, his gaze becoming sharper.

"If your thods hadn't been so pathetic, so arrogantly clever when you tricked back then, would I be here now, nitpicking like this?"

These words scorched Kote's most bloody scar like a burning iron brand.

The Tuz Valley incident was an indelible stain in his military career and the root of his hatred for Song Heping.

His fists clenched instantly, his chest heaving violently.

Seeing this, Simon quickly shot him a look, plastering a more forced smile on his face to try and ease the tense atmosphere: "Song, you're right, tis are changing and our cooperation must look forward. This is rely the first batch of ergency supplies; subsequent equipnt, including more tanks, artillery, and technical support, will certainly be delivered according to our agreed schedule, promptly and fully! Now, the situation in the northwest is already very urgent; every minute is extrely precious! Do you think... we should sign the contract first? We can imdiately arrange follow-up matters!"

Song Heping reluctantly picked up the draft of the contract. He flipped directly to the critical paynt terms and the assessnt clauses tied to combat objectives, his gaze swiftly skimming over them, the mocking curve at the corner of his mouth never fading.

"Alright."

After a while, he picked up the cheap plastic ballpoint pen on the table and flamboyantly signed his na at Simon's indicated spot.

Then he casually tossed the pen aside as if it were sothing dirty.

"I've signed my na. In black and white, I've given face to your Washington folks and the generals at the Pentagon. Now..."

He stared at Simon with blazing eyes, "It's ti to see your real intentions."

Seeing him finally sign, Simon felt as if a weight had dropped from his heart, hurriedly saying: "Great! Song, thank you for your cooperation! Please imdiately order your troops to begin staggered advancent towards Hulmatu! We must establish an outer defense line before 1515 Ard completes its strategic encirclent of Harris to delay their offensive edge..."

"Wait."

Song Heping raised his hand again, interrupting Simon's urgent words.

"What now?"

Simon's heart sank suddenly, an ominous feeling rising once more.

"Money."

Song Heping spat out a simple word.

"I've signed the contract. The docunt in black and white has been given to you. But my first paynt of 300 million dollars, I haven't even seen a trace of it. Simon, my brothers can go to the front lines fighting for generous pay, but they won't go empty-handed to die, clutching sticks without bullets."

Simon's face beca instantly pale: "Song! Didn't we agree before? Contract signing, equipnt readiness, your troops imdiately set off! Paynt requires processing! Pentagon's financial approval, treasury disbursent procedures, you know this! It requires ti!"

"I'm fully aware of your procedures, bureaucratic, bloated, slow!"

Song Heping's tone suddenly beca forceful, "But my brothers don't understand it! The enemy at the front line doesn't understand it! The bullets from Hulmatu won't understand it either!"

He spread his hands, presenting an attitude of no negotiations, "Moreover, I don't want transfers, I want cash, cash, understand? If I don't see the actual money, my troops won't take a single step forward!"

"You... you're crazy!! Cash!? Where am I supposed to find 300 million dollars in cash in a short ti?! You signed the contract but don't deploy troops, that's... that's a breach of contract!"

Simon's face turned instantly darker than the bottom of a pot.

That damned rcenary Leader!

Why doesn't he ever play by the rules?

Colonel Kote, witnessing all this, laughed in anger, the laughter dry and filled with malice:

"Hahaha... Song Heping! I understand now! You're nothing but a greedy, shaless bandit! This isn't cooperation at all; it's blatant extortion! It's vile blackmail taking advantage of our current predicant!"

"Breach of contract?"

Song Heping was indifferent to Kote's insults, gave a dismissive laugh, and picked up the signed contract copy, pointing to the clauses.

"Colonel Kote, open your damned eyes and see clearly, written here in black and white is 'initial paynt and initial equipnt to be delivered simultaneously as a precondition for comncing military operations.' Now, I've seen the equipnt, though of questionable quality, but consider it delivered. But the money? Where is the money? You're the ones in breach of contract! As for extortion, blackmail..."

His gaze coldly swept over Kote's face, twisted in anger.

"Talk with evidence. We're conducting a fair trade, clearly marked prices, honest dealings. You're welco not to accept it; the door is over there, no one's stopping you."

Simon knew that arguing further was aningless, only wasting precious ti.

Suppressing the strong urge to strangle Song Heping, he abruptly exited the command center and searched for a relatively quiet corner, once again taking out the satellite phone.

The call was almost instantly connected; obviously, the person on the other end was anxiously awaiting news.

"What trick has he pulled now?!"

Brenan's voice was like an erupting volcano, full of barely contained fury, evidently sensing from past experiences that things wouldn't go smoothly.