Two weeks later, Song Heping led two special operations platoons to fly to Britain, then from Britain to Kyrgyzstan.
The defense contract with the Jie Fushi Group had been signed.
Song Heping's company was deployed in the Kandahar region, responsible for training the local police force.
Because when coming from Venezuela, none of them carried weapons, due to the sensitive US-Venezuela relations, arms could not be transported out of Venezuela, let alone the equipnt for the two special operations platoons totaling sixty n; just the light weapons and individual soldier gear would fill an entire container.
According to the Jie Fushi Group, Song Heping would take a C-17 "Globemaster" transport aircraft from a British Air Force base and arrive first in Kyrgyzstan, landing at the Manas Air Base, where the US Army is stationed in Kyrgyzstan.
Upon arrival, the staff of the Jie Fushi Group would be responsible for supplying the equipnt, and then they would transfer to a C-130 Hercules to fly to Kabul.
Sitting in the large Arican transport aircraft, Song Heping thought about the British ambitions and couldn't help but feel it laughable from the bottom of his heart.
The British after all had declined.
They did not possess the capability for global deploynt.
They had to rely on Aricans even for large transport aircraft, yet they were thinking about obtaining command of the Afghan anti-terrorist war. That was simply a joke.
Song Heping had also conducted an investigation as to why the Jie Fushi Group sought him out.
Henry, leveraging his identity as a forr British intelligence service agent, had obtained firsthand information.
So, Song Heping roughly knew that the British were in urgent straits at this mont.
They had thought they ascended the central throne of the global war on terror, only to find they had sat on a fire pit dug by Aricans, getting their rear end scorched.
Thinking that the Aricans would even trick their closest allies, Song Heping couldn't help but sigh once more, indeed the old saying was right: being the enemy of the Aricans is dangerous, but being their friend is fatal.
Before heading to Afghanistan, Song Heping had made arrangents for his company personnel.
Hunter and White Bear were to lead the core mbers back to Illiguo, with Collins and Moretti, plus a man nad Jiang Feng, following him to Afghanistan.
The reason for this arrangent was simple.
Collins and Moretti were among the last to join the company, and they did not have many opportunities to participate in actual combat, so they needed to accumulate combat experience.
Besides, with Collins and Moretti, one skilled in bomb disposal and the other in interrogation, they would be helpful in a place like Afghanistan and could also provide so professional training to the police force.
As a result, the na of the entire company in xico was left with only Barrett in charge.
This excellent use of an undercover operative beca evident at this ti.
First, having him alone deal with the xican affairs is also the result the CIA prefers to see.
After all, Song Heping was also clear that if he interfered too much in the xican matters, Kelly might not even sleep soundly.
His company was only interested in making money there, and now that the situation had opened up, Song Heping was not interested in controlling drug shipnts and transactions.
The most important thing, however, was the 10% dividend.
As long as the money is in place, his interests are not hard.
It doesn't matter who plays this dark role.
If Barrett could take his place, he could just go ahead and do it.
Of course, he would not be able to do so.
After all, it was Song that the five major families feared, not Barrett.
Nor would the anti-governnt ard forces and warlords in Colombia buy Barrett's story.
If he really dared to play tricks behind the scenes, it would be just a matter of minutes if Song Heping wanted to deal with him.
Secondly, Song Heping's position in xico was currently too conspicuous; the deeper he commanded things while staying there, the harder it would be for Kelly to get at him after his departure. The only leverage would be the black money.
As for the black money, heh heh, Song Heping had already arranged everything.
If Kelly really dares to tear his face off, then wait and see the good show at that ti.
Although everything had been carefully considered, Song Heping still felt an inexplicable uneasiness while sitting in the transport plane.
At first, he thought he was worried about safety issues after arriving in Afghanistan, but then he thought about it and it seed not to be the case.
After nearly twenty hours of flight, the ordinarily sharp-witted Song Heping could not articulate exactly what was making him uneasy.
He always felt that sothing was going to go wrong.
That feeling was like a spring buried in the soil, seeping water slowly; you couldn't see it on the surface, but you could feel the dampness.
The C-130 Hercules transport aircraft entered Central Asia, flew over the Tianshan Mountains, and finally landed smoothly at Manas Air Base.
This place was not originally a military base, but in the autumn of 2001, the United States reached an agreent with Kyrgyzstan in the wake of the Afghan war, renting this international airport as an air force base to provide support for the US military operations in Afghanistan.
At this ti, the air force base had about 2000 military personnel from the United States, Spain, and France, as well as nearly a thousand employees from the US and Kyrgyzstan, specifically responsible for providing air support to the ground forces in Afghanistan, performing air refueling, air transport, airdrop, evacuating injured personnel, and transporting personnel and supplies to Afghanistan.
As he got off the plane, Song Heping looked left and right but did not see anyone coming to et him.
The rest of the British Army that ca with the sa flight had already left by car, and he stood there, with more than sixty people, foolishly slling the exhaust of the aircraft.
An Arican ground support officer ca over and yelled at Song Heping, "Who are you?! Get out of here, leave imdiately!"
Song Heping looked at the Arican, not wanting to cause trouble here, and asked him, "Do you know where Major Roy Black is?"
The Lieutenant gave Song Heping a once-over, then looked at the sixty or so n behind him, most with South Arican faces, and asked suspiciously, "What do you want with him?"
Song Heping replied, "We are from the British Jie Fushi International Security Group. We are here to transfer to Afghanistan. We were inford to find Major Black here to collect equipnt."
"Collecting equipnt?"
The US Army Lieutenant's eyes passed a indescribable cold sneer.
"Are you rcenaries?"
"Right, you can think of it that way." Song Heping did not deny.
In the Lieutenant's eyes, there was more pity, as if looking at a group of idiots heading to hell without knowing.
He didn't want to argue with these rcenaries on their way to hell, turned, and pointed towards the mobile building.
"He's over there at the supplies building, you go find him."
"Thanks."
Song Heping led people away from the lawn by the airstrip to a quieter corner of the airport and waited there for another ten minutes.
Then he took out a satellite phone and dialed Black's number.
But it rang until the line was cut off, with no answer.
"Are all the British this unreliable?"
Song Heping angrily gave up the idea of continuing to dial.
"Jiang Feng, you guys wait here, I'm going to look for Black."
"Okay, squad leader."
After instructing Jiang Feng, Song Heping strode toward the airport's supply building.
The airport was big, it took a full ten minutes to reach the supply building.
Asking around at the entrance, he learned that the guy's office was on the second floor.
Getting to the second floor and seeing dozens of offices in a row, Song Heping felt the fire inside him burning even stronger.
Finally finding Black's office, he discovered no one was inside.
Asking the secretary, she said the Major was down at the supply managent on the first floor.
Song Heping was so angry he almost cursed.
But he still held back.
He could only go downstairs again, glancing at his watch as he walked.
He realized that almost an hour had passed since landing, and he hadn't even seen a single person responsible for reception.
What a cursed ss.
Really?
Motherfucking British thinking they can peak again.
Go to hell with that!
Just from this detail, Song Heping was even more certain that the British Army could not hold onto command for long this ti.
Probably he could only fulfill this contract for as long as a year lasts.
Asking for a higher price at the beginning was indeed the right move.
When he arrived at the supplies section on the first floor, Song Heping imdiately saw a British Army Major with few hairs on the back of his head, arguing with an Arican officer in a handso camouflage uniform.
The British Major was full of gestures, his hands flying as he spat out, "You make sick!" again and again.
The US Army Captain standing in front of him seed to be indifferent to the British Major's complaints, even crossing his arms over his chest, as if listening to the Major's rant as though it was music.
"Major Black."
Song Heping had already judged that the bald head belonged to Major Black, and not caring that he was in a conversation, directly went up to interrupt.
Major Black didn't turn around at all and continued to furiously complaint at the US Army Captain.
Song Heping caught the jist of it.
Apparently, the Captain hadn't taken the plans that Major Black had prepared seriously, even though they had been planned and submitted yesterday, but today, the Captain still ssed up.
"Major!"
Song Heping didn't care about manners anymore, and directly slapped Black's shoulder.
"Hey! I'm looking for you!"
Major Black turned around abruptly, a ruddy nose almost poking into Song Heping's face: "Who are you?! Didn't you see I'm talking with soone?! Know any manners?! You damn yellow monkey!"
Right then, Song Heping's temper flared up, and he started to FCUK him.
"Fuck you idiot! Don't pretend to be all about manners in front of , you fucking left us hanging on the tarmac for a full hour, and you talk to about manners?! Fuck your mother, have you forgotten you were supposed to et us and hand over the equipnt?! What right do you have to talk to about manners?!"
Major Black was stunned by Song Heping's fury.
After a long pause, he suddenly rembers sothing, glancing at the electronic clock on the wall: "Are you Song?"
Song Heping's anger surged: "You finally rember I am Song?"
He pointed at his own head with a finger.
"Did you eat too much shit today that your mouth slls so bad?! If you cause any delay in our schedule today, resulting in any consequences, I will report to your superiors without any hesitation and demand accountability! Fuck your mother! You think without you we can't go to Kandahar?!"
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