"Do you think if I let you go today, could you live?"
Song Heping posed a very serious question.
This caught Henry off guard.
Let himself go?
He really hadn't considered it.
The man before him had almost been killed by his own actions.
At the port in Eritrea, he was surrounded by military personnel, guns loaded and pointed at his head.
If they had found SA-9 missiles in the three containers at that ti, he would have had no grave to be buried in.
Even if the law wouldn't sentence him to death, the DGSE would have used their influence in Eritrea to take his life.
Now to talk about letting himself go?
"I ..."
Henry imdiately started to think rapidly about this question in his mind.
"Do you know why I killed him?"
Song Heping pointed to the spot on the ground where Hart had lain, still stained with a pool of blood and brain matter.
"I am never a bloodthirsty person, but what I'm about to discuss with you, he couldn't hear."
He paused and then asked, "Have you decided? If I let you go now, could you live?"
After speaking, he pulled out a small knife and cut the ropes tied around Henry.
"You can leave whenever you want to."
Henry moved his hands and feet, looking at Song Heping with disbelief.
Song Heping gestured towards the basent exit: "You really can go now."
Freedom was right before his eyes, yet Henry hesitated.
He had found the answer to his question.
By now, it would be difficult for him to escape the CIA's pursuit.
These matters were too deeply involved.
Firstly, the agents who ca after him were not from the CIA's African Intelligence Station, but from the Illigo Intelligence Station.
As a long-ti intelligence broker, Henry knew well the rules within intelligence agencies.
Simon's actions were clearly in violation of internal regulations; normally, to kill him should require coordination through superiors, and agents would be dispatched from the African Intelligence Station for the assassination.
For Illigo to send people directly was clearly a secret operation conducted without superiors' knowledge, sothing even forbidden within the CIA.
So Simon definitely didn't want him to survive.
Secondly, this matter involved the DGSE and the US military.
Obviously, this guy nad Song Heping was not an ordinary arms dealer.
They might have military backing, otherwise, they wouldn't dare to oppose the CIA.
Simon getting him to sabotage this deal obviously also offended the military.
If things escalated, Simon's fate would likely be to be recalled and dismissed.
So, from all angles, Simon would not let him off easily.
Only his death could put Simon at ease.
"Talk about your deal."
Henry ultimately made a choice.
"There's sothing I must declare; you better think clearly before you agree, and don't think just spouting big words will suffice," Song Heping said, "This is an offer you can't refuse, understand?"
"Can't refuse?" Henry was startled.
Song Heping coldly said, "Exactly, this is your last option; once chosen, there's no turning back, and you must complete it before you can leave, otherwise, I'll give you a peanut, just like Hart."
Pointing to the bloodstains beside him, he continued.
"Are you sure you want to make the deal?"
Henry glanced at the brain matter on the ground, feeling a wave of nausea.
To die like this would be too unworthy...
"If I agree to the deal, what benefits can you offer ?" Henry, like a child bargaining for candy: "I need so benefits."
Song Heping said, "My company has a vacancy, missing an intelligence analyst, fifteen thousand dollars a month, commission separate, and you can still continue as an independent intelligence broker externally, but your work must be approved by the company, and you keep all your earnings, we don't take a cut. And most importantly..."
As he said this, a smile appeared on Song Heping's face.
"You can survive, and I will provide you with protection."
Henry said, "Can you guarantee my safety?"
Song Heping replied, "I'm not afraid of the CIA, what do you think?"
Henry was stunned for a mont, then nodded his head, "Okay, deal, you tell ! What do you want to do!"
Song Heping took out a piece of paper from his pocket and handed it to Henry, "Use your channels to release this intelligence to the French. This is very dangerous, if anyone finds out it was you, it's definitely a dead end. Do you dare do it?"
Henry took the note and glanced at it; it was a series of encodings.
"What is this?"
"GPS codes, through which you can locate the positions of those three SA-9 missile systems."
"What?!"
This really confused Henry.
These three systems had been sold by Song Heping to the ard organization in the Sahel region, and now Song Heping wanted to disclose the GPS location information of these three systems to the French.
The DGSE currently wanted to know the whereabouts of these three systems very badly.
If this intelligence had co normally, selling it to the French would definitely fetch a good price, absolutely worth more than one million dollars.
"What are you doing this for?"
"To take revenge for a friend," said Song Heping. "He was an employee of my company, and when I invited him to join, I promised to help him take out the leader of the Salafi Ard."
"Employee?!"
Henry was even more confused.
One employee, worth all this?
He couldn't see through Song Heping.
What kind of play was this!
"Alright, don't ask any more questions. Whatever you need, I can provide, but this information must be released today, make sure it ends up in the hands of the French, and you also need to hide your own tracks, don't let the French know it was you. Can you do it?"
"Of course!"
Henry said, "Hiding tracks is easy to do, I'm good at this, only just..."
"Only just what?" Song Heping asked.
Henry lifted the note, "Do you know how much this intelligence can sell for?"
Song Heping asked, "How much?"
Henry said, "More than one million dollars, if I sell it, two million won't be a problem."
Song Heping laughed, clapped Henry on the shoulder, "Think bigger, take a higher perspective, following isn't about making a re one or two million dollars."
Henry felt that Song Heping was bragging.
One or two million dollars!
This young man actually said to aim higher?
How much higher?
Tens of millions?
If he knew about the Sadam gold, he probably wouldn't have these questions.
"Hurry up and send it to the French, do you need any support?"
"No need."
Henry spoke while asking, "Just return my backpack to , that's all."
Song Heping glanced back at Jiang Feng, who went upstairs to fetch the bag.
Soon, Jiang Feng returned to the basent with the bag.
Henry opened his backpack, saw that the laptop inside was intact, then said again, "I need internet now."
"Upstairs," Song Heping said.
The group went upstairs, Henry connected the network cable, dialed up the internet, then took out the encoder from his backpack, connected it to the computer, and also connected a special router.
Song Heping stood by, watching his complex operations, finding it quite interesting.
It seed Henry was entering a specific network; these intelligence traffickers, besides the real world, also had a virtual underground world on the internet where they could et and communicate.
In less than ten minutes, Henry shut the computer.
"It's done."
"Already done? That was fast."
"A simple matter," Henry spread his hands and said, "DGSE are old clients of mine, I know their contact email."
Song Heping asked, "Won't you be traced by sending it like this?"
Henry began packing up, while doing so, he said, "If I were taking money, there would still be a possibility of being traced, because money can be traced, if the money isn't cleaned properly, it's easy to get caught. But if I don't take money, then it's very simple, just sending a string of numbers to their email, and my IP address isn't even here, they can trace all they want but it's futile."
Listening to him, Song Heping was relieved, but still didn't forget to add a word of caution, "Rember, this must never be revealed, or you will definitely die, and I can just go back to China."
He laughed after saying this.
Henry suddenly realized, damn, China is indeed the safest place…
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