Song Heping thought, I freaking trust you not!
Is it necessary to go this far to protect against wild animals?
However, he didn't plan on exposing the other party and got straight to the point, "Chen asked to find you. Did he ntion it to you?"
"He did."
Dominic moved from the doorway, "Co in and talk."
Song Heping turned back to the others and said, "Everyone co up, follow the path I just took, don't stray, there are mines everywhere here!"
After saying that, he stepped into the house.
As soon as he entered, Song Heping imdiately frowned.
The house wasn't large, just a small living room upon entering, built of wood, filled not only with a musty sll but also a strong alcohol odor.
He glanced at the living room and noticed piles of liquor bottles on the table and floor.
An alcoholic?
Song Heping's heart felt a bit cold.
This Chris Chen is not reliable either.
A pilot addicted to alcohol?
Isn't that like being introduced to a driver who likes to drink?
It's all drunk driving.
But drunk flying is even more deadly!
"Did you drink all these?"
Song Heping still couldn't accept it, turning his head to ask Dominic.
Dominic was honest, nodding, "Yes, I drank all of them."
"Do you have an alcohol dependency?" Song Heping asked the question he was most concerned about.
But he quickly received the answer he feared the most.
"Yeah, I have a bit of an alcohol problem,"
Dominic replied cheerfully.
Song Heping felt his face twitch, a surge of impulse to turn around and leave welled up inside him.
You should know, he couldn't accept the vice of addiction to alcohol.
Even as a rcenary, one must always stay sober; besotted drinking is a problem, not just in the military but also as a rcenary.
Perhaps sensing Song Heping's concern, Dominic quickly explained, "Drinking doesn't interfere with my work."
He pointed at a couch that had several holes and had collapsed, saying, "Sit."
Song Heping hesitated for a mont.
To stay or to go?
In the end, he chose to sit down.
Dominic sat down on the couch across from him and, without beating around the bush, directly asked, "I heard your company is in Illiguo? It's a PMC company?"
"Yes," Song Heping was no longer as enthusiastic as before. He disliked guys who drank.
Though Cook and White Bear also drank, they didn't drink like this.
"I heard from Chen that if I help you this ti, you can solve a problem for ?"
Dominic looked at Song Heping and asked.
Song Heping's attention was already on the couch under him because he realized there was sothing under his buttocks...
He leaned slightly and stood up to see what exactly was under the couch.
The mont his buttocks lifted, a fat rat squeaked out from beneath.
Song Heping reflexively stomped it to death, bleeding from its seven orifices.
"This is the mountains, small animals are very common..." Dominic hurriedly explained, then returned to the matter at hand, "I heard if I help you, you can help with sothing?"
Song Heping sighed, "Yes, but looking at your current state... are you sure you can still fly a plane?"
Upon hearing this, Dominic imdiately stood up, "What? You underestimate ? I've flown fighter jets in the French Air Force's 30th Squadron and served as a helicopter pilot in the 10th Airborne Assault Team. I dare say you won't find anyone in South Arica who knows more models than I do."
While saying that, he turned back to take a bottle of liquor from the cabinet.
Song Heping noticed that it was a locally famous rum, around forty degrees.
After unscrewing the cap, Dominic tilted his head back and drank nearly half the bottle.
Song Heping frowned at him, if not for the fact that he didn't sound drunk when he spoke, Song would really think this guy had gone mad.
Such an elite pilot, and he's an alcoholic?
"Where's your plane?"
Song Heping felt that continuing to argue with this guy about whether he could fly was pointless.
Just ask about the plane.
There are planes available, you'll know as soon as we fly one.
Speaking a million words is not as convincing as flying just once.
"I don't have a plane."
Dominic curled his lip and shook his head.
The newly arrived cooks overheard this.
Instantly, they were furious.
"Suka! You don't have a plane!? Then why the hell are you wasting our ti!? Do you know how precious our ti is? Everything's set except for a plane and a pilot! We traveled all this way to Ecuador just for you and your supposed plane, and now you're telling you don't have one!?"
No wonder the cooks were outraged.
If it wasn't for Chris saying Dominic had a plane, and could even pilot it, everyone would have just flown directly to Colombia, there was no need to co to this godforsaken place in Ecuador.
Ending up here, only to be told there's no plane.
It ant they had to figure out a way to get a plane now.
But where do you suddenly find a transport helicopter?
After all, this wasn't a piece of small arms you could just buy off soone.
Even Song Heping couldn't hold back anymore, this was literally an international joke.
Now he even felt that not only Dominic was unreliable, but that guy Chris was too!
"Let's go!"
Song Heping was done talking, he got up to leave.
"As if we were never here!"
Just as they reached the door, Dominic called out from behind, "I don't have a plane, but that doesn't an I can't get one! A helicopter! Get it?"
"Where are you going to get a helicopter from!?" Song Heping, still suppressing his urge to leave, turned around and asked Dominic.
Dominic said, "Chris didn't lie to you. Up until three days ago, I could legally obtain a helicopter, an MI-171, but unfortunately, I was fired by the company the day before yesterday, now I can't get the keys to the hangar..."
Seeing him speaking incoherently, Song Heping had no choice but to return to the sofa and patiently listen to Dominic's explanation.
Unexpectedly, just as he sat down, Dominic repeated his earlier statent: "I heard from Chris, you could help sort out a problem? Can you solve any problem?!"
"Fuck!"
Song Heping couldn't hold back anymore.
Wasn't this supposed to be about the helicopter?
How did it get twisted into solving so problem again?
There's not even a sign of the helicopter, and we're talking about compensation here?
He swiftly pulled out his pistol, cocked it lightning fast, and pressed it against Dominic's forehead, "Dominic, you're drunk, I think you'd better start off by explaining how you can get a helicopter, then we can talk about compensation."
Dominic's pupils dilated rapidly.
He realized.
Song Heping was no ordinary man.
Even though he himself was elite, he couldn't even react before the other man had a gun against his head.
A cold sweat broke out all over him, and the alcohol in his system seed to be forced out as well.
"Here's the thing, I used to work for a helicopter leasing company, which specifically provided sightseeing helicopters to tourists here, and the MI-171 was rented out to scientific teams from various countries doing research in the national park. So I know where the helicopters are, and I could steal one for you. The reason I got fired was that a big, dumb girl from a British research institution complained about drinking while flying. I deliberately flew the plane near the clouds around Cotopaxi Volcano to give her a taste of the Eiffel Tower going flip and flip again, making her vomit all her breakfast. Then the stupid woman went and complained about at the company, so they fired , but they haven't asked for the company access card back yet, and I still have the keys to the hangar, so I can help you steal a helicopter..."
He spoke clearly, very fast, telling Song Heping everything he wanted to know all at once.
Everyone was dumbfounded.
Looking at Dominic, whose speech was like a machine gun compared to his earlier vague, beat-around-the-bush manner, he seed like a completely different person.
It was surreal!
After a long while, the cook finally cursed, "Suka! Why didn't you just explain it clearly in the first place!?"
"Alright, I've said what I needed to. Now it's my turn to lay down my terms, right?"
Song Heping said, "How much do you want to be paid? Actually, my company is currently lacking a talent like you. If you officially join us, we can negotiate a good salary, definitely not less than what you got at the helicopter company here."
"The salary is trivial," Dominic said, "I'm not that interested in money."
Song Heping was taken aback, "If not for money, then why? Don't tell it's for so ideal."
Dominic said, "You agree to help kill soone, and once agreed, I'll work for you."
Song Heping was stunned again.
Murder?
This shit.
The guy Chris introduced, why is he so bizarre?
But, it looked like there was no better choice but to agree now.
So he could only ask, "Kill who?"
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