"My friend!"
Colonel Aisade's first impression on Song Heping was like that of a powerful, muscular gorilla, shirtless on top, wearing only camo pants below, his chest muscles exaggerated like those of guys in the gym who've done plenty of steroids.
Two half-naked black girls were attending to him, feeding him fruit.
Although Song Heping had never been particularly interested in black girls, he had to say that the physiques of these two were impressive, with curves that could make noses bleed, the kind you could rest a cocktail glass on their butts.
Seeing Song Heping co in, the leader of the Salafi Ard who sat behind the desk lifted a hand and patted the carpet, signaling the guest to sit beside him.
Song Heping smiled and greeted, then sat down next to this guy known for his brutality.
Peter had warned Song Heping that if he t with Aisade, he should be careful not to provoke him.
It was said that this man had a bad temper and his style of doing things was very cruel.
"Colonel Aisade, good evening."
Before coming, Peter had provided so intelligence.
Aisade had self-promoted himself to Colonel and liked others to call him that.
Indeed, as soon as Song Heping called him Colonel, Aisade's eyes lit up, "Boss Song has done a very good job this ti. The previous two batches of weapons the Aricans sent us were intercepted by the French intelligence, but you found a way!"
Song Heping chuckled and said, "It's just that I was a bit luckier, and besides, it was only the recent two batches of weapons that had issues. The ones before never had problems, especially those shoulder-launched missiles, right?"
The statent was purely a probe.
He actually had no idea whether the Salafi had ever received shoulder-launched missiles from the Aricans, it was rely a guess he made from so fragnted information he got from Dominic.
Dominic once said that a year ago, when he was patrolling with his comrades in a helicopter, they were shot down by a ground-to-air missile.
So where did the anti-aircraft missile co from?
No need to ask, it must have been the Aricans' doing.
They had been supporting the Salafi Ard for quite so ti now, not just a day or two. Over a year ago, when the Illiguo war broke out, the Salafi Ard also appeared in the Sahel region of Africa around that ti, and there were always so very subtle coincidences involved.
"Hmm?"
Aisade's expression changed slightly.
Song Heping pretended as if nothing had happened, smiling and watching the other party.
"It seems Boss Song has quite a good relationship with the US Army! You even know about our transactions from a year ago."
At this point, Aisade had no idea that Song Heping was fishing for information, simply assuming that Song Heping had a very good relationship with the US Army, so much so that the US Army didn't hide many deals from him.
Hearing Aisade's response, Song Heping also had a clear understanding.
The puzzle pieces ca together.
Dominic had suspected that it was the Salafi Ard who had shot down the helicopter he was flying, and it seed he was right.
It was indeed Colonel Aisade who had the helicopter shot down.
There was a debtor for every account.
As for Dominic's blood debt, it seed he had found the responsible party.
"I just heard about it," Song Heping said, "Anti-aircraft missiles are good stuff. With them, the French will think twice before acting."
Aisade nodded again and again, "Exactly! The French are very cunning. Now, it is their ground troops that first engage us, and then they call for fighter jets to bomb us. Shoulder-launched missiles aren't effective against fighter jets. We quickly ran out of them without bringing down a single jet, so I had to ask the General for help, to sell the SA-9 ground-to-air missiles."
"This ti I'll make sure you're satisfied."
Song Heping thought to himself with a smile, if you use them, it's a dead end…
The two. talked, in high spirits, and Aisade was very excited. Towards the end, a lackey ca to report that three launch vehicles had all been unloaded and inquired about the next steps.
Aisade glanced at the ti, then at Song Heping, "Boss Song, I have received the goods, but you still need to teach my people how to use them. So tomorrow, you'll give my people a lesson to see if these things are any good. If there's no problem, I'll settle the final paynt with you."
"No problem, that's very reasonable." Song Heping could only agree.
"Dunbar, take Boss Song and his n to rest, and arrange a separate room for Boss Song."
Separate?
Hearing this, Song Heping turned to look at Aisade.
Aisade had a lewd expression, raised both hands, and slapped them on the buttocks of the two black girls.
"You two, accompany Mr. Song tonight, serve him well, and don't offend my esteed guest."
The two black girls obediently got up, surrounding Song Heping from both sides.
Song Heping, no fool, quickly understood what was happening and waved his hands, "No, no, no, Colonel, I don't need..."
"Not needed?" Aisade glanced subconsciously at Song Heping's crotch, "Really not needed?"
Song Heping emphasized again, "Not needed."
Aisade stood up, his complexion changing as he sized up Song Heping and said, "Around here, it's a rule to share my favorite things with esteed guests. These two are my favorite won. What, you don't want to accept my hospitality?"
Song Heping thought to himself, accept your hospitality my ass, what part of Africa is this? Who knows if you guys have AIDS?
Even if I were a lecher, I wouldn't just hop on anyone I see.
Moreover, I'm not lecherous at all.
"Colonel, it's already very late, and tomorrow we have to get up early to teach your n how to use the launch system. I think perhaps…"
Before he could finish, the smile on Aisade's face had completely disappeared.
"Boss Song, you really are strange. Not one of the arms dealers who've co here before to do business with has been like you…"
Listening to him, it seed like he was beginning to suspect sothing about Song Heping.
Song Heping inwardly groaned.
For crying out loud, I'm here to sell arms, not human trafficking. What's so strange about not being lecherous?
You freaking like to eat shit, think it's delicious and insist on sharing it with , expecting to eat it too?
Suddenly, Song Heping had an epiphany, realizing sothing very serious.
He had never considered this before.
That was, if he beca an arms dealer in the future, dealing with all kinds of people around the world, they'd mostly be warlords or heads of ard organizations.
Most of them would probably be as cruel and twisted as Aisade, and perhaps with so special little quirks.
Today's situation wasn't too bad, it was just about sharing won.
Damn it, what if one day I have to share sothing with him, wouldn't that be asking for trouble?!
Thinking of this, even soone as composed as Song Heping couldn't help but shiver.
However, now wasn't the ti to think so far ahead, better to deal with the problem at hand first.
Just as he was trying to find more excuses, suddenly Aisade's hand moved to his waist, drew his pistol and aid it at Song Heping.
Almost on reflex, the mont Aisade lifted the muzzle, Song Heping subconsciously crossed his hands forward and grabbed the gun, almost magically snatching the pistol away.
The surrounding guards took defensive stances, their guns instantly pointing at Song Heping.
Only then did Song Heping realize what he had done, and hurriedly turned the pistol around, handing it back to Aisade, "Colonel, you really shouldn't joke like that."
His expression was very serious.
Aisade was stunned for a while but then burst out laughing, "Boss Song, great reflexes! Can you teach that move you just did?"
Song Heping said, "If the Colonel doesn't insist on having your companions join tonight, I'll teach you tomorrow morning. After all, I'm an Easterner, and you know we Easterners are quite traditional in this respect."
He finally found a seemingly valid excuse.
"Hahaha!"
Aisade laughed heartily while holstering his pistol, then waved at the two won, "Off with you."
The two won stepped aside.
Aisade said, "Alright, I respect your traditions, Boss Song. You go rest now, we'll et tomorrow."
After that, he said to Dunbar, "Take Boss Song to rest."
Stepping out of Aisade's house, Song Heping finally breathed a sigh of relief.
He wasn't afraid of combat or risking his life, but he detested these ssed-up situations.
The accommodations for the group were also in the village, just in different rooms, about a hundred ters away from Aisade's house.
Due to the exhausting travel of the past few days, Song Heping was indeed tired, and after a shower, he imdiately lay down and fell asleep, until he was awakened by the noise.
When he awoke, Song Heping opened his eyes to find it was dimly lit outside.
But the outside was noisy, with engine sounds and shouting mixing together.
Jiang Feng was also awake.
The two exchanged a look.
Song Heping said, "Sothing's off, let's go have a look…"
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