"Boss, there's sothing very strange about this."
As soon as Henry spoke, Song Heping could tell from his tone that it wasn't good news.
"Tell , is it that there's no lead?"
"Yes, not only are there no leads, but there's also no interest at all," Henry said. "I've been doing intelligence analysis for so many years, and I've never seen anything like this."
Henry's response was both expected and unexpected.
Even Niki, that kind of person, couldn't get the information, so of course, Henry couldn't either.
But the question is, with such a high bounty, why is it that no one is providing even the slightest bit of intelligence?
This was indeed unexpected.
If you can't find the core intelligence, at least so bits and pieces along the edges should be gatherable.
Logically speaking, if organizations like the "Elder Council" and "Satan" have existed for so many years, it's impossible that not even a little bit of information is revealed.
It can only be that it's not that no one knows, but those who know dare not speak for fear of inviting trouble upon themselves.
"Increase the bounty to 15 million US dollars."
"What?!"
"I said, increase the bounty to 15 million US dollars."
"That's too conspicuous, our opponents will definitely find out."
"I want them to know, to force them out; this matter has already landed on us. Sooner or later, they will find . Rather than being passive, it's better to be proactive. If they don't co looking for , I'll be searching for them."
Song Heping had already made up his mind.
You can't always be on the defensive against the opponent; you must take the initiative to strike.
He already had a comprehensive plan in mind.
"Alright, you're the boss, you call the shots."
Henry was very understanding of when to yield and was clear about his position.
Since Song Heping had decided to do so, then it should be carried out well.
"I'll go raise the bounty right away. Maybe you're right, currently no one dares to provide information because they are afraid, but maybe if the reward is raised to a certain level, there really will be people willing to take the risk."
"Yes, do as I say."
After giving instructions to Henry, the two hung up the phone.
Song Heping returned to his sickbed, still thinking about how to figure out who his opponent was.
Now the opponent was hiding in the shadows, although Niki had hinted at a lot before, there were their people in the United States' military and political circles.
But who exactly?
This must be clarified.
Once it's clear, then specific actions can be taken.
It's essential to draw the opponent out and expose their identity.
While he was contemplating his strategy, the phone vibrated once again.
"Song, it's Turner."
A familiar voice ca from the other end of the phone.
Turner.
He was the top executive of the Wood Energy Group in the Illiguo project.
He was also the party-A of the two largest oil fields' security contracts that he had undertaken.
"Mr. Turner, long ti no see. May I know what brings you to call today?"
"Song, the reason I'm calling you today is to inform you of an important matter, and I'm sorry to tell you so unfortunate news. From next year, our cooperation will likely have to be terminated."
"Terminated?"
Song Heping had a bad feeling about this.
"We've always had a pleasant cooperation. Why terminate the contract? Mr. Turner, I really want to know what the problem is."
"This was a decision from the headquarters, I'm just following orders. Your security contract with us is renewed annually, and it expires at the end of this year. The headquarters suddenly sent a telegram informing of this news. Although I'm also puzzled, I'm just an employee after all, Mr. Song. The years of cooperation with you have indeed been a pleasure; you are an outstanding PMC company boss."
Upon hearing this, Song Heping was about to inquire further, but then he thought better of it. Turner wasn't wrong, although he was the top executive for the Illiguo oil project and responsible for liaising with him on security matters, after all, he was just a high-level employee.
Whatever the bosses at headquarters say, of course, he must comply, and further questioning would be futile and not yield any results.
Adults need to understand how to maintain dignity.
So he laughed heartily and said, "Hahaha, hearing such high praise from Mr. Turner for our company, even if we cannot continue our cooperation, I still feel very honored. It's my regret that I can't continue working with your group. Convey my ssage to your big boss, tell them I've been grateful for the care over the years, and if they need anything in the future, please contact first."
"No problem, Mr. Song. I wish you a pleasant Sunday."
Turner's words reminded Song Heping that today was actually Sunday.
So yesterday was Saturday?
Why would their headquarters notify him three months in advance of the contract expiration, and moreover, on a weekend?
It shows that the matter was very urgent.
The Wood Energy Group Company's business spans the globe.
He was just the security contractor for two of their oil fields; for their big boss to pay so much attention to decide on a weekend and issue a notice for Turner to inform him at the earliest ti indicates sothing quite unusual.
Song Heping sensed an extraordinary sign.
After hanging up the phone, Song Heping suddenly had a strange feeling in his heart.
It was like a huge wave rushing towards you, and although it hadn't hit yet, you could vaguely feel the flow of air in the atmosphere.
It had the sense of a mountain rain about to pour down with the wind raging through the building.
Just as the conversation with Turner ended, another call ca in.
Looking at the number, it was also an old acquaintance.
It was Peter.
Deputy Commander of the US troops in Iraq.
"Peter, long ti no see."
"Song, you haven't been back to Illiguo for a while now."
"Right, I've been in Afghan recently, took a contract from the British governnt."
"I've heard about it, and I also heard you assisted Miles with a mission and got injured, you're in the hospital now, aren't you?"
"Yes, still in the hospital, my leg's not very mobile; otherwise, I should have made a trip back to Illiguo and had a sit-down with you. I miss the dinner in the office."
"There will be a chance..."
Peter was beating around the bush, seemingly not yet getting to the point.
But Song Heping could tell he seed to have sothing difficult to say.
"Peter, we have been friends for a long ti. If it's official business, let's talk about that first; we can catch up on personal matters when we et."
"OK..."
Peter seed to have made up his mind.
"Here's the thing... the transportation contract with our US troops in Iraq is due for renewal next year, but..."
"But soone from the Pentagon suddenly called you, notifying you to switch companies, right?"
Song Heping was extrely astute.
Peter's hesitant tone had already explained everything.
By now, he had completely understood.
The attack from the "Elder Council" had actually already begun.
Of course, as a secret society with formidable strength, their target was certainly not as simple as just wanting his life.
As the boss of "Musician" Defense, the easiest way to deal with him was to start by strangling his company.
Cutting off all financial sources of his company—there was no better strategy than this.
As for the rest, more might follow after.
"Uh..."
Peter seed sowhat embarrassed.
He cleared his throat twice over the phone before saying, "Song, you have to understand that this is not my intention. I have always advocated for the continuation of your contract with our transport..."
Song Heping sneered, "There's no need for pleasantries, Peter, you're much older than , I understand your predicant. It's not your personal wish, but rather the Pentagon's order, right?"
"Exactly, exactly, so please try to understand my difficult position."
Peter felt sowhat uneasy.
Not to ntion the years when Song Heping and the military shared benefits; those were all according to the rules of the ga.
What mattered most was that, over the years, Peter's family, including his children's charity foundation, received millions of dollars in donations and sponsorship from Song Heping.
In terms of being a person and doing business, Song Heping was beyond reproach.
However, now that the higher-ups intended to halt the cooperation, he could only comply.
"Song, I am very sorry about this matter..."
After hesitating for a mont, Peter hinted, "I guess you must have offended so big shot. From what I know, soone is targeting you..."
"I know." Song Heping didn't want to continue this conversation anymore. The attack from the other side had already begun, and cursing in this place was useless.
Getting rid of Little Curtis was originally the military's idea.
Now that things had blown up, he was being made the scapegoat.
Heh, so these people really think he's easy to bully.
"Peter, thanks for the heads-up, I know what to do."
"Ah... Alright then, best of luck to you, my old friend."
The call ended.
Song Heping sat on the bed with his satellite phone, lost in thought.
These seed to be just appetizers.
After the economic sources were cut off, what would co next?
Were they after his life?
It looked like it was ti to start making moves on his side.
Before retaliating, Song Heping needed to take stock of the chips in his hand.
He had started laying out his plans years ago, so that he would have a lifeline in tis of crisis.
Now it seed the ti had co to play all his cards.
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