Mercenaries, I Will Be King Chapter 45: The Body Double

"I knew he wasn't dead! I just knew it! That old sly fox isn't that easy to kill!"

In the Special Operations Command in the Green Zone, Thomas took off his headset and stood up to shout to Colonel Brown, who was standing not far away, "Colonel, you need to co listen to this recording!"

Colonel Brown walked over to Thomas and put on the headset.

Thomas replayed the recording.

Colonel Brown's expression beca more serious as he listened, and by the end, his eyebrows were deeply furrowed.

After listening, he took off the headset and asked loudly, "Has the action team returned?!"

"They have already returned to the base near the airport."

An ISA team mber imdiately responded.

"Damn it!"

Colonel Brown said, "Hurry up and have them take off again, head to Haditha, land in the Victory Camp area, and then wait for my orders!"

Once Colonel Brown had arranged everything, Thomas said with undeniable pride, "Colonel, working with us is the wisest decision you've made."

Brown gave Thomas a glance.

He didn't like this kind of person.

But he had to admit that Langley had their own way of conducting black ops.

For instance, this ti, Thomas had installed eavesdropping devices and tracking equipnt in the Lincoln car. By having full control over the "Musician" rcenary Group's movents, they indeed provided significant help.

The recording that was just played ca from a listening device in the Lincoln car. It captured a conversation between Angel and Mr. J in the car.

Clearly, Mr. J was not dead.

Not only was he not dead, but he also seed to forgive and forget, thinking that the failure of their initial eting was due to US Special Forces' interference with the plan.

So he decided to arrange a new eting to complete this important transaction.

He also reminded Angel to be cautious, suggesting there might be a mole in her escort team that resulted in the leak of the eting location. Before eting again, he asked Angel to be sure to sort out any risks within the security team, and he would contact her again in an hour.

Just then, an officer hurried into the command center holding a report.

"SIR! The preliminary analysis report of the body is out..."

"No need to look at it."

Colonel Brown waved his hand.

"Let guess, the body isn't really Mr. J."

The officer was stunned, "SIR, you already knew?"

...

As both ISA and GRS departnts had confird that the man killed on the dam was just a double for Mr. J, a storm was also brewing inside the refinery.

"A mole?!"

After hearing the judgnt of Mr. J recounted by Angel, the Cook was the first to shake his head.

"Impossible! Absolutely impossible!"

He said with utter certainty, "There can't be a mole in my team!"

Maybe it was the ferocity of the Cook's expression that frightened Angel, causing her to quickly hide behind Song Heping.

Grey Wolf said, "Could it be soone from the ISF?"

"That's impossible too," the Cook said. "We have taken precautions before this. They don't know the exact location."

Indeed, the Cook had taken asures before arranging the trip to Krasa Town.

After all, in Illiguo right now, you simply can't tell who is a person and who is a ghost.

Especially the local forces, which are even more complicated.

Even though Sadam has fallen, quite a few officials from the old regi have surrendered to the coalition forces and have secured a place in the Temporary Managent Committee.

These people are also a resource that the coalition forces must utilize.

It's true that the coalition forces are powerful and have militarily occupied most regions of Illiguo, but when it cos to managing the local people, they still need to rely on these forr powers.

It's a dilemma any occupying army must face.

The Illiguo Temporary Managent Committee is currently acting as an interim governnt, which after all is a puppet governnt supported by others, using those tribal powers, forr governnt officials, and military forces, with Lighthouse Country's military pulling the strings behind the scenes. These bastards act as puppets on the front stage, using each other.

Therefore, under this Frankenstein-like governnt, loyalty is a joke for the hastily assembled ard forces; it's money that talks.

As long as there's money, they're willing to sell their souls.

That's why the Cook had the ISF stay in Krasa Town while he personally escorted Angel to the dam with five mbers of the "Musician" rcenary Group. First, it was to honor Mr. J's wish not to see the ISF, and second, it was to guard against any potential traitor within the ISF.

"Maybe it was a drone..."

Grey Wolf recalled the drone that had previously appeared in the sky over the scene.

"That's right," the Cook's eyes lit up, "That's it! It must be this thing!"

He suddenly noticed that Song Heping had been quiet all along, so he asked, "Song, what do you think?"

After everything that had happened, the Cook now held Song Heping in high regard and wanted his opinion on matters.

It wasn't that Song Heping didn't want to speak, but after Angel ntioned the possibility of an inside man, sothing in his mind began to stir in the shadows, trying to erge yet unable to do so, creating a feeling akin to constipation.

"It's not..."

Song Heping pondered for quite so ti, but still couldn't grasp that elusive sothing in the darkness.

"A drone? What's there to think about? The US Special Forces and CIA have used it before for tracking and assassination."

Upon hearing the words "CIA."

Song Heping suddenly felt as if he'd been given an enema, and the jumbled fragnts in his mind cleared instantly.

"The car! It's the car!"

He turned and ran toward the Lincoln armored vehicle, pulled open the door, and dove into the car.

Everyone was stupefied, not understanding what Song Heping was up to.

The dashboard, circuit board, seats, doors...

Luckily, this Lincoln had already been riddled with holes by a heavy machine gun, which made disassembling it sowhat convenient.

White Bear couldn't help but say to the Cook, "Song is dismantling the car? What's he doing?"

The Cook couldn't make heads or tails of it and shook his head.

But he wasn't going to stop him.

Song Heping was no fool; he knew what he was doing.

Soon after, Song Heping erged from the car, sweating profusely, with sothing extra in his hand.

Smack—

He threw that thing on the ground.

"A listening device, and if I'm not mistaken, these two Lincolns have GPS trackers as well."

"How is that possible!" The Cook's eyes nearly bulged out of his head.

"It was GRS! Yes," Song Heping now rembered, the two Special Soldiers he and Grey Wolf had killed near the dam in the woods were GRS n!

No wonder he had found them sowhat familiar.

He had seen this man before.

That ti he and Ah Guan were delivering goods and got ambushed, the person who ca to et Thomas was this man.

It was just that back then he was so grief-stricken over the deaths of Ah Guan and Tan Fatty that he didn't pay much attention, just a fleeting glance.

When the Cook had ntioned CIA, it had suddenly hit him - GRS was a subordinate departnt of the CIA. If GRS was involved in this operation, it ant that Thomas was compromised.

If Thomas had an issue, the car certainly had one.

Song Heping had always felt it made no sense for Thomas to lend two expensive armored Lincolns to a little-known rcenary group; thinking about it now...

It wasn't because of any life-and-death friendship with him. Here, such bonds were worthless; life-and-death friendships were a daily occurrence.

Thomas lending the cars was a sche with ulterior motives, targeting Angel.

With that in mind,

Song Heping felt even more pressure.

It now ant that he was opposing the CIA.

That was the number one spy organization of Lighthouse Country, and he had even killed one of their n.

Damnit!

This situation was really tough!