"Was it Simon who called?!"
As soon as he hung up the phone, Henry asked Song Heping with so surprise.
In his view, Simon was out to kill Song Heping, without any rcy.
Like when he had leaked the information about Song Heping's missile deal in Africa to him and had him pass it to the French.
Given that these two were enemies, how could they sit together for a al?
"It was him who called," Song Heping said without any intention of hiding it.
Henry said, "You just said you were bringing along?"
Song Heping said, "Why not? The best Chinese restaurant in the Green Zone, don't you want to try Chinese cuisine?"
Henry was sowhat worried, "Won't he create so accident, kill us?"
Song Heping replied, "Would he dare? I've dealt with him not just once. He's wanted to kill before. Do you think I wouldn't have a contingency plan?"
Henry was taken aback.
But he quickly understood.
Previously in Algiers, Song Heping had recorded a confession video of that CIA agent, all direct evidence that could corner Simon.
He surely had instructed others like Jiang Feng about how to handle this intelligence if sothing happened to him.
Moreover, Song Heping also owned a defense company and had deep collaborations with the military.
He really didn't need to worry about Simon daring to take him out in the Green Zone.
"But still..." Henry was still sowhat uneasy, "It's unnecessary to keep dealing with him. This man is very sinister. You let him off this ti, and if he gets a chance, he will still try to kill you next ti."
Song Heping said, "Who in the CIA isn't sinister?"
He paused, then continued, "I also wanted to kill Simon before, but then I thought, what benefit do I get by killing him? Besides venting my anger, what else? A new station chief cos in and stops targeting ? His subordinates that I've outsmarted, even if he's gone, will continue to target . Instead, it's better to hold evidence that can pin him down, make him work for , that way my gain is greater. We have an old saying in China—'The world of the underworld isn't just about killing, it revolves around human relationships and the ways of the world. Unless absolutely necessary, I won't burn all bridges.'
"It seems you have your own philosophy of survival," Henry said, "Fine, all I ask for is safety. Besides that, I don't want to ddle in other matters."
He clearly saw that the hostile relationship between Song Heping and Simon was very subtle, not as straightforward as it seed on the surface.
Now that he was an intelligence analyst for the company, he knew better than to ask about what he shouldn't, much less interfere.
Besides, he had seen Song Heping's thods.
Henry admitted he didn't have the abilities and thods like Song Heping's.
In intelligence, he was proficient.
In running a PMC company, that was where the other man excelled.
"Go upstairs, take a shower, rest a bit. I still have so things to handle, will call you when it's ti to go out," Song Heping gestured upstairs, letting Henry tend to his own matters.
"Okay."
Knowing that Song Heping surely had business to attend to, and it wasn't appropriate for him to be present, Henry took his luggage and went up to the second-floor dormitory.
After he left, Song Heping picked up his phone again and dialed Dominic's number.
At the ti, Dominic was at the Cook Oil Field, not in the Green Zone.
"Boss, are you back?"
"Yes, I'm back."
"Just now White Bear's team ntioned that tomorrow we are heading back to the Green Zone to welco you!"
"Hmm, I'm calling you because there's sothing urgent to inform you about."
"What's so urgent?"
Dominic was puzzled.
Couldn't it wait even a day?
Must it be a phone call today?
"I rember you still have contacts with your colleagues in the French army in Africa, right?"
"Yes. I still have contacts."
"I rember you said it was the Salafi Ard Forces that attacked your helicopter that year?"
"That's right!"
As he brought up this incident, Dominic's hatred transmitted through the phone into Song Heping's ears.
"Make a call to them, ask about the Salafi Ard Forces, and you'll get a surprise."
"A surprise?"
"Yes," Song Heping said, "I've received news that a few days ago, your French Air Force bombed the Salafi Ard Forces during their attack on the governnt army and French military camps, and not only did the group suffer hundreds of casualties, but it's said that Aisade was also killed."
"Aisade?!"
Upon hearing this, Dominic imdiately thought of this main culprit.
"Yes, that's what the news says," Song Heping confird.
The other end of the phone went silent.
"Dominic, are you still there?"
"Yes…"
Song Heping heard a faint sobbing sound.
"Boss, does this have anything to do with you?" Dominic asked.
Song Heping said, "I can't answer that question for you, you just need to know that you got what you wanted."
Dominic recalled Song Heping transferring him to the oil field previously, initially thinking nothing of it, but later hearing that Song Heping had left Illiguo, he vaguely felt it was intentional.
However, he couldn't ask.
He wasn't a fool either.
He certainly knew there were so unspeakable secrets involved.
But not being able to ask ant just that, and every profession has its own rules.
Especially for those in the PMC industry, there were too many things that couldn't see the light of day.
Just focusing on the outco was best, no need to fret over the process.
After ending the call, Song Heping sat in his office chair and silently sorted through so recent matters.
It had been a long ti since he had sat down quietly to think about his own and the company's future.
The company had been growing very rapidly recently.
So much so that he had not had ti to sit and think for a long ti.
Currently, the company had established a firm footing in Illiguo, and there were basically no significant issues in cooperation with the military, but the biggest issue now was about expanding the arms business.
This was the big issue.
Killing Aisade, besides fulfilling a promise to Dominic, was not without Song Heping's personal motives.
Aisade's death could serve as a hidden dagger in front of Peter for the CIA.
It was like setting a groundwork.
After all, the CIA had been targeting him at every step, which was a fact.
Thus, when his SA-9 missile had just been delivered to the Salafi Ard a few days ago, Aisade was bombed by the French Army along with three launching systems, the circumstances were too suspicious.
Peter was no fool; he definitely suspected sothing went wrong.
But he would never think it was Song Heping's doing, nor would he think it was Song Heping who ordered the engineer to install a GPS tracker in the SA-9 missile launching system.
Now, all three systems were scrapped, and of course, no one would discover the secret within.
On the DGSE's end, they received the intelligence anonymously, completely untraceable, and even if Aricans planted inside the French Army got wind of it, it would not expose them.
The military would only grow more suspicious of the CIA, and Peter would only think it was the CIA's doing.
After all, penetrating into the Sahel Region had always been a long-term plan of the military, and the CIA had nothing to do with it.
anwhile, the CIA had been trying to get involved, especially since they had previously orchestrated and supported the Northern Alliance in Afghanistan, though that cooperation had been rough and unpleasant.
Now that the military wanted to step foot in Africa and was rumored to be setting up an independent African command, they didn't actively invite the CIA to collaborate. By the ti the military achieved their strategic intentions, the CIA would miss out on the benefits.
The military and intelligence departnts were two different lines.
Behind each were their respective backers, with different powers supporting them in Washington; every war, every deploynt of U.S. military forces was backed by competing interests.
Arms, minerals, finance, even drugs.
The military, the CIA, and the senators behind them, Wall Street, the military-industrial complex, the deep state were all calculating their own moves.
Thus, even though they all belonged to the sa country, they would still fight each other fiercely.
After all, dividing the cake required showing real strength, having bargaining chips to negotiate at the table on how the cake would be shared, becoming part of the feast.
Stirring the relationship between the military and the CIA posed no harm to Song Heping.
The more the military distrusted the CIA, the more they would rely on him, cultivating their own "dark gloves."
Another benefit of Aisade's death was that, being struck down, the Salafi Ard was greatly weakened; the military's cause of stirring military conflicts in Africa to make the French willing to concede interests would necessarily be hindered, so they would have to support a new organization or a new ard leader.
Support ant investing, supplying arms.
All these must go through him.
The United States made money by instigating wars; he could also make money by creating trouble.
With this, he could expand his arms business in Africa; nothing was more supportive than having the military forces' backing to penetrate the African market.
Song Heping saw a promising future in Africa's arms business.
Beyond that, the South Arican business was also due to co on schedule soon.
Although he had already rescued him, during the rescue operation, both the AUC and the Colombian military who were in cahoots with them suffered setbacks.
But that was far from enough.
His loss of two million dollars in arms had not yet been recuperated.
Before he regained his ground, no one dared to cooperate with him in penetrating the South Arican arms market.
To set up his standard in that territory, he had to make a na for himself; otherwise, the arms dealers there wouldn't even consider him seriously.
Making a na for himself was not so simple...
After all, the arms business in that region was operated by the CIA behind the scenes.
Directly confront the CIA?
Clearly unwise.
He had to conceive another way...
This job was not easy.
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