Song Heping had originally planned to stay in Venezuela for a week to check on the progress of an engineering project and solve so construction difficulties before flying back to Illiguo to preside over the company's daily affairs.
But he hadn't anticipated that once he got there, he couldn't leave...
Two million US dollars to train fifty junior commanders.
For a period of two months.
Originally, Song Heping had a thousand reasons to refuse.
But when it ca to that price...
He had nothing to say.
So, Song Heping called Ferrari, told him the news, and expressed his interest in taking the job.
On the other end, Ferrari burst into laughter upon hearing the news.
"Song, I always feel you are a hard-luck boss. Others enjoy their roles comfortably, yet you act like you're selling yourself in servitude."
Song Heping could only offer a wry, helpless smile, "Isn't it all for our company? Look at our accounts, money has been flowing out like water these past two months. If I don't find so extra inco to make ends et, we'll have problems even paying salaries."
Ferrari spoke seriously, "I'm not joking now, our company's liquid assets are indeed about to run out. The school is using too much money, and then there are those two SU-24s and two MI-171s. Quite a bit of money was spent there alone. If the school can't start making a profit within six months, there really is a risk of going under."
Song Heping sighed, "You think I don't know that? Now I understand, airplanes are truly not easy to maintain..."
They discussed the financial affairs of the company, and then Ferrari suddenly brought up sothing, "Oh right, there's sothing I need to tell you about."
Song Heping asked, "What is it?"
Ferrari said, "Intelligence suggests that Simon seems to be investigating us again."
"Simon?"
Song Heping rembered the guy.
It had been a long ti since he'd dealt with him.
Ever since he got a hold of Simon's weakness with the SA-9 missile incident and threatened him, the guy had gotten a lot more obedient.
Lately, with the substantial activities in Illiguo, buying planes and armants, Simon had seed not to interfere or get involved.
Why was he suddenly investigating him in secret again?
"This guy still hasn't given up?"
Ferrari said, "I'm puzzled too. Since that SA-9 incident and after you t with him, he hasn't played any tricks on our company. But yesterday, an informant from the Temporary Managent Committee told that CIA people have pulled the records of your and other company mbers' entries and exits from the past six months. Be careful."
Song Heping felt a jolt in his heart.
After all, he had killed a team of Green Berets in Colombia, kidnapped Joyce in the jungles of Myanmar, and eliminated a Seal, then went to Siem Reap to take out Seal Team Commander Harold.
He knew there would be consequences for such significant actions; Langley would surely investigate.
For the incident in Siem Reap, he had been paying attention for a long ti.
The Siase police, as anticipated, declared it an accidental incident.
But Langley probably wouldn't be so easily deceived.
They would surely detect so clues in Harold's body.
But because the incident was too sensitive, there wasn't a loud investigation.
After all, deploying a Seal Team on Siase territory and secretly getting involved in the conflict between the Civilian Military in Myanmar, as well as plotting drug trafficking against China, is a litany of acts that can't withstand the light of day.
But no inquiry on the surface doesn't an there wasn't one behind closed doors.
That incident had certainly been added to Langley's list for investigation and would have been notified to their stations worldwide.
The Temporary Managent Committee oversees departnts like civil aviation, and if personnel from Illigo Station were pulling records, they surely obtained them from civil aviation.
The timing of his departure from Illiguo coincided with when the Green Berets and the Seal encountered their incidents.
Although he left for Siem Reap from China, the passport he used was a fake one provided by Avanti, and even if Simon were to investigate, he wouldn't find anything.
Still, just to be safe, he needed to let Duke of Thunder know to use his ans to erase any records of his departure from China.
"I understand, I'll handle this."
After hanging up the phone, Song Heping imdiately called Duke of Thunder.
Now, he had established a covert contact with Duke of Thunder.
Duke of Thunder had given Song Heping a number to contact him at any ti.
Song Heping knew this ant that Duke of Thunder truly considered him one of his own.
Duke of Thunder, upon receiving the call from Song Heping, promptly agreed without hesitation.
"Rest easy, leave it to . I will make a call right away and have those from Bureau X help you eliminate all traces of your departure. If anyone checks your entry and exit records, it will only show that you've stayed in the country until your departure, without visiting any other countries in between."
"Good, that's a relief. Thanks, Captain Lei."
Song Heping breathed a sigh of relief.
If Simon couldn't find any records of him leaving for Siem Reap, it ant that he would only find the information about him returning to the country to visit family, and the trail would end there.
As for Colombia, he wasn't worried at all.
His relationship with Morins had never been exposed, especially since he originally sneaked across the border from Venezuela directly to et Morins in Colombia, leaving no entry or exit records.
After pondering carefully several tis, Song Heping was certain there were no oversights, and then he called Ramas.
"General, do you have any ti tonight?"
"Ah... Mr. Song, what's up? Do you have an urgent matter to discuss with ?"
"There's sothing I'd like to talk about and ask for your help with."
"What is it?"
"Let's talk about it in person."
"No problem, co to my place at seven o'clock tonight."
The subtleties of relationships between people are just like that.
Once a business partnership is established, due to shared interests, everyone seems to be in the sa boat, so even an official like Ramas from the Venezuelan military is readily accessible.
After inspecting the camp, Song Heping took a helicopter back to Matulin, where the Venezuelan Army's headquarters and Ramas's ho were located.
After disembarking the helicopter, Song Heping imdiately made a call to a chef who was far away in Russia.
He called the chef because of the aircraft maintenance equipnt and diagnostic tools needed by Nikola.
These items, all Russian military equipnt, were not easily accessible to ordinary people and required the chef's assistance.
The chef assured Song Heping he would take care of it without a second thought after hearing the request.
"One week!"
The chef's tone was undeniably certain.
"One week to ship, under the guise of exporting machinery. However, the entry clearance on your side is on you to handle. My reach isn't that long, and I'd rather not deal with Venezuelan affairs."
"Fine, ship it by air. I need it urgently. I'll handle the procedures here, applying in the na of my school, and having the Army back up the import." Song Heping was equally straightforward.
Now he had opened lines of communication with the US Army, the Venezuelan military, the Persian military, and even, through the chef, the Russian military.
A brave man is supported by a troika.
Song Heping was gradually understanding the wonderful nature of a "network of relationships."
However, he also understood that he was walking on a tightrope across this net.
Perhaps one day, should any support point on this net break, it would backfire and cost him his life.
Therefore, for survival's sake, he had to expand his business territory around the world and establish more footholds.
In case of any trouble, he would have places to escape to.
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