The cook clenched his fists with both hands and swung them fiercely through the air, "If there was alcohol right now, I'd really love to crack open a few bottles and drink with you until we drop!"
"Don't get too excited just yet, money isn't yours until it's in your own pocket," Song Heping said, although he was also very excited inside, he tried his best to suppress it.
Gold has not reached the border; money has not been transferred; it's still soone else's money.
Busy on the banks of the Tigris River until 4:30 in the morning, the fifty tons of gold were finally all hoisted up with the winch.
Song Heping had the cars driven back into the forest to be hidden, then led his small team onto the barge, taking refuge inside the cabin.
The Persian agents on the barge spread sand in the cargo hold, disguising it as a sand transporter heading north.
This river is already frequented by many sand transporters; forrly, it was the main shipping channel for cargo transport from the northwest to Baghdad, so these barges didn't draw attention, all the more so after heading north from the fork of the river, where there were no coalition forces.
This plan was originally perfect.
Because moving gold overland was impossible, completely blockaded by the coalition forces, using trucks to transport the gold would be like throwing sheep into the tiger's mouth.
But it was different by waterway.
Apart from the section near Mosul where one might encounter the US Army's inland watercraft forces, the northern stretch of the river was absolutely safe.
For this reason, Song Heping chose the water route.
The next 24 hours were the most unbearable ti for the "Musicians" squad hiding in the cabin, along with Haymour's two representatives—Hamid and his follower.
Everyone was outwardly polite, sitting in the cabin looking at each other.
In reality, they all had their own concerns.
What Hamid and his follower were most worried about was whether Song Heping would suddenly turn on them, kill them both on the spot, and throw them into the river to feed the fish.
After all, in the presence of fifty tons of gold, a man could do anything.
Thus, they had hidden pistols on them, and they even had two hand grenades.
Their idea was that if they couldn't win, they would cry 'Allahu akbar' and blow themselves up along with Song Heping to feed the fish.
Because of this, they were tense all the ti, and their smiles were as ugly as crying.
Song Heping and his people had long seen through Hamid's little thoughts, but they didn't take it seriously, though White Bear occasionally joked with the two of them.
For instance, during als, he deliberately poured water for them and then said with a half-serious, half-joking smile that the water was poisoned.
Then sitting opposite Hamid, he would stare at him, watching to see if he would drink.
To drink, Hamid was actually afraid the water was poisoned.
Not to drink, he would then be ridiculed by White Bear, accused of judging others by his own narrow mind.
At such tis, Song Heping would urge White Bear.
"Don't always bully people."
After that, Song Heping would boldly pick up Hamid's cup, take a big gulp of water, then place it back in front of him, reassuring him it was safe to drink.
"You can rest assured, I won't kill you," Song Heping said, "But if you have ill intentions, I'll wipe out your whole tribe. You can take this ssage back to your chieftain."
Song Heping was quite clear in his words.
If Haymour couldn't keep a secret and word got out, Song Heping would lead his n to eradicate the Yijibai tribe first.
Hamid, having witnessed Song Heping's thods, had no doubt about Song Heping's determination and capabilities. With just a few team mbers, including himself and his follower, they were only nine people, yet they managed to annihilate over two hundred at the refractory plant. If it were in Illiguo, he could beco an ard leader in any tribal force with this one battle to his credit.
"You can rest assured, we are close kin. Betraying you is like killing ourselves. We also have a stake in this matter. If the information was really leaked, it's not just you who would co to kill us, other powers would also leave us for dead."
Suddenly, Song Heping revealed a smile and said, "I was just joking."
Hamid breathed a sigh of relief internally, yet he still felt a cold sweat on his back.
The journey afterward went very smoothly.
As Song Heping expected, the northern waterway was very quiet, save for a few sporadic fishing boats.
After all, the conflicts were concentrated around Mosul to the west; this northern area was held by only two ard forces, the Kurd Ard and the Madheh Army, neither of which was a focus of the coalition forces.
Starting from daylight, one transaction after another was made to the "Musicians" defense setup's ten overseas accounts.
During the day, Song Heping was like a shopkeeper, continuously verifying with Avanti over the phone, and then confirming with Ferrari.
Avanti was indeed reliable in his work.
By 11:30 p.m.,
$350 million had all been transferred into the designated accounts.
In the Zabbar Lake Area, Song Heping and the others disembarked, where off-road vehicles arranged by Haymour were waiting to take everyone back to the Hassan Oil Zone.
That night, Song Heping couldn't sleep.
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