Song Heping did not intend to discuss the SA-9 missile deal openly at the company eting, as aside from Dominic, no one else in the company would ever reveal a bit about this matter.
But this matter must be handled cautiously.
The very next morning, he ca up with an excuse to send Dominic away to the Hassan Oil Field. Officially, it was to familiarize him with the business as there might be a need to station a helicopter or such at the oil field in the future. First, letting him see the site for himself, and get acquainted with the environnt.
The excuse was actually pretty la.
But it didn't matter whether la or not, as long as it worked. A plaster that draws out pus is a good plaster.
Dominic did not suspect anything, as after all, he had been with the company for a few days, although he knew Song Heping might deal in selling aircrafts in the future, he was actually doing nothing at the mont. Moreover, he was drawing a high salary of twenty thousand US dollars a month, which made him rather embarrassed.
Since there was work to do, he hurriedly set off.
Before leaving, he even asked Song Heping about arranging the revenge he had spoken of.
Song Heping told him not to rush. He had already contacted friends in Africa, and it depended on how much intelligence they could gather. He had to wait for the right mont; after all, taking out a leader of an ard organization was not easy, especially when the Salafi Ard were directly connected with Agaida, who are associated with Brother Deng.
Dominic thought about it and realized it really wasn't a simple issue to deal with the Salafi Ard.
So, he didn't say anymore and cheerfully drove to the Hassan Oil Field.
After sending Dominic away, Song Heping began to handle the SA-9 missile deal.
According to the contact thod Peter had given him, he connected with the other party.
It seed the other side had also got his number, as upon calling, they could imdiately call out his na.
The guy connecting with Song Heping was nad Jacob, who spoke fluent English. Just by listening to the accent, one could tell it was from Britain. Clearly, he was an educated person.
The negotiations were much smoother than anticipated.
Song Heping opened the bid at two million US dollars per set, expecting the other party to negotiate, but surprisingly, they agreed imdiately.
Their quick agreent was quite unexpected to Song Heping.
Jacob instructed Song Heping to ship three sets of SA-9 air defense systems to Eritrea and to contact him upon passing the Mandela Strait and entering the Red Sea. He would send soone to receive them. Regarding the thod of paynt for the deposit and balance, he asked Song Heping to send these details to his secure email.
The whole call ended in less than ten minutes.
Song Heping held the satellite phone, stunned, and took a while to co to his senses.
A six million dollar deal was settled in ten minutes.
It felt like a pie had fallen from the sky and hit him on the head.
The Sahel region, called "sahil" in Latin script, ans "border."
Just by hearing this na, one could guess how backward the area was.
Song Heping had once heard a saying, Africa is the corner forgotten by God.
If this saying were true, then the Sahel region was the edge of the forgotten corner.
It stretched from the Atlantic in the west to the Horn of Africa in the east, crossing Senegal, Mauritania, Mali, Burkina Faso, Niger, Nigeria, Chad, the Republic of Sudan, the Republic of South Sudan, and Eritrea—ten countries in total.
It was also one of the most unstable regions in the world since World War II. Over the years, countries within this region had witnessed multiple coups and endless border conflicts; war had never ceased there.
Because of the wars and poverty, many different ard factions erged, thus making it one of the regions with the most and most complex terrorist organizations in the world.
In Song Heping's mory, the region was so poor that it depended on UN for food relief. How could organizations like Salafi fund themselves sufficiently?
An answer quickly popped into his mind, sending shivers down his spine.
Nevertheless, the deal was in motion. Next, he needed to have Yusuf extract the SA-9 missile systems, coordinate the transportation on his end, load these systems onto a large ship, then transport them to Eritrea. Upon entering the Red Sea, he would contact Jacob as agreed, and let him send people to take over.
Once in the Sahel region, everything would be arranged by the Salafi Ard, moving those SA-9 systems to their territory.
This ti, Song Heping decided to make the journey himself.
This task had to be done by him, and could not be entrusted to others.
After returning to the office and taking a shower, Song Heping walked back into the office.
Sitting in the chair, he suddenly rembered the cook.
In the past, the cook could share so responsibilities, but now that he had left, everything had to be handled by himself.
He flipped through a stack of docunts on the desk.
These were resus that Ferrari had given him during the day, all belonging to candidates prepared to be recruited as core action team mbers of the company.
Ever since recruiting Ferrari and Hunter, the brothers, the company had not taken in new mbers; however, they had hired quite a few local rcenaries temporarily.
The quality of local rcenaries undeniably did not match that of core action mbers, a fact beyond doubt. As the company's business scale increased, it was essential to recruit a group of capable individuals who could independently handle so operations.
South Arica, Africa, Middle East, and perhaps Southeast Asia in the future—there are endless business opportunities related to war on this Blue Star.
Song Heping had flipped through several resus when his hand finally stopped.
"Collins Wang, nicknad Fallen Angel…"
He was very sensitive to such nas.
It was obviously a typical Chinese surna.
Upon opening to the first page of the resu and seeing the photo, he confird his suspicion.
Indeed, it was a Chinese face.
Looking at the age, 32 years old.
Then looking at nationality, his mind exclaid, "Shit."
It was Chinese from Northern Europe.
"Norway?"
As he read further, his eyes widened.
"… Dual master's degrees in German chemical and chanical engineering… "
He could hardly believe his eyes.
So exaggerated?
A dual master's degree holder becoming a rcenary?
Song Heping felt this person nad Collins Wang might be bluffing.
People beco rcenaries out of necessity, who the hell with dual master's degrees becos a rcenary instead of getting a glamorous engineering job at a big company?
He continued reading.
In the "Military Service" section, he saw the words "No military service".
"Never been in the military?"
His gaze moved down to the last category of expertise.
It read as follows—
Expert in dismantling and making various types of bombs, proficient in various combat arts…
"Truly a strange one."
He set this resu aside as a key object of interest and decided to ask Ferrari tomorrow where he found this guy, wondering if he was just filling the form haphazardly, shooting the bull sky-high.
He then opened another resu.
The na on the first page of the resu also surprised Song Heping.
Because this was a legitimately Chinese na.
"Jiang Feng? Nicknad Nifeng, 35 years old, forr soldier retired, ex-employee of African EO Company, machine gunner, proficient in PKM and combat arts…"
The PKM machine gun is not light, weighing tens of pounds. People like White Bear and Disaster Star quite like using the PKM machine gun; a Chinese claiming to be proficient with it?
He also set this resu aside, planning to discuss it with Ferrari tomorrow.
Song Heping had reviewed over a dozen resus in total.
Unfortunately, he hadn't seen anyone like Ferrari, skilled in administration and intelligence; most were combat personnel.
There was another peculiar individual, though.
This person was nad Klein Moretti, only 22 years old, but his expertise listed as a master of psychology, interrogation expert.
This likewise drew Song Heping's focused attention; if these unique characters weren't exaggerating, they could be recruited as official employees of the company.
After reviewing all the resus, Song Heping had a clear idea; only three people caught his eye this ti.
The rest weren't bad, just diocre.
Nothing distinctive.
With an attitude of preferring shortages over excess, Song Heping decided to keep only three this ti.
He closed the resu, stretched, and stood up to walk to the bed and look out at the sky outside.
The night was cloudy, the sky dark, and occasionally he saw flashes of lightning in the clouds.
Rainfall was rare in Illiguo.
A flash of lightning streaked across the sky, and Song Heping suddenly rembered the suspicious Nissan SUV that had been following his car earlier.
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