Song Heping had just left the warehouse when he heard Ali's agonized screams from behind.
At night, those sounds were truly chilling.
He couldn't be bothered with it, as long as the cook and White Bear didn't kill the guy.
The interrogation thods of Da Maozi were rumored to be impressive, and Song Heping wanted to see if they were really as legendary as said.
Once out of the warehouse, he got into his car, took out his laptop, and connected with Ferrari, who was still in the Green Zone watching the house, for a video call.
Ferrari seed very excited to see Song Heping.
"Song, is there sothing you need for?" he asked.
This ti, he was a logistical support personnel and, therefore, did not participate directly in the operation. He stayed in the Green Zone to continue handling so administrative affairs since the company had just been established, and a bunch of procedural matters needed to be perfected.
Running a defense company naturally involved following proper procedures, especially in Illiguo; one couldn't move forward without complete procedures, similar to a construction company without construction qualifications, let alone taking any orders.
Ferrari hadn't participated in the previous operations, so he didn't share in those dividends.
This ti with the Hassan Oil Field order, he was entitled to a mission bonus.
However, Ferrari didn't like to earn without rit. He actually hoped he could be of help so that he could share in the money with a clear conscience.
"Yes, I have so intelligence for you to analyze," Song Heping said. "I need to understand so situations."
"What situations?" asked Ferrari. "Co on, there's nothing I don't know."
Song Heping asked, "Ever heard of the Freedom Alliance?"
"Of course," Ferrari responded imdiately without thinking. "It's a small ard faction in the northern part of Illiguo among nurous ard forces. Their own strength is modest. The reason they have survived is due to their backing from the Kurd people. What, did they co after us tonight?"
Song Heping said, "Yes."
Backed by the Kurd people?
Song Heping certainly knew about the Kurd people.
They were a powerful ard force in the north of Illiguo, with their own territory, always wanting to break away from Illiguo.
"Aren't the Kurd people fostered by the Aricans themselves as an ard force? Why attack the Arican-owned oil field?"
A huge question mark arose in Song Heping's mind.
"See, this is where you're clueless," Ferrari started with an expert's deanor. "The Kurd people have always wanted the northern oil fields. With it, they would have a constant source of funds. Fighting wars and expanding territory all require money; without money, nothing can be achieved."
"But now, the US Army fought hard to secure this place. Captains of industry back ho all want the benefits from those oil fields. Though the Kurds asked for it, the Reconstruction Commission prioritizes big companies from the United States and Britain like Wood, so they aren't likely to let them get a piece of the action."
"Thus, the Kurds, unable to obtain what they want and lacking the nerve to fallout with the Aricans, yet unwilling to give up on the oil field benefits, decide to stir trouble. They think, if they can't have it, why should anyone else be comfortable enjoying it? Sending their n to disrupt the oil fields was only logical; it can even serve as a bargaining chip later.
Just like children on Halloween, no treats, no peace!"
Ferrari finished explaining the relationship between the Freedom Alliance and the Kurd Ard Forces and reminded Song Heping, "The Kurd Ard Forces are strong; they are one of the significant forces in Illiguo. Song, I must warn you, with our company's scale, we can't withstand an attack from the Kurds. If this blows up, it's not going to be easy to handle."
Song Heping pondered for a mont and nodded, "Okay, I understand."
The two disconnected.
Song Heping returned to the warehouse.
Ali was already lying on the ground.
His pants were pulled down, exposing his buttocks.
The man appeared to be half dead as he gasped for air.
"Fuck!"
Song Heping was shocked.
"What did you guys do to him?"
His mind imdiately went to so unsavory possibilities.
"Nothing much!" White Bear said, handling an electric wire, "I just gave him so happy electrotherapy."
Song Heping noticed sothing odd about the electric wire White Bear was holding.
One end was a tal rod found who knows where, and the other end was a large clamp—the kind used to jump-start a car when the battery is dead.
He seed to have guessed sothing, but he didn't want to ask more.
"Did you get any results? Where is their camp?"
White Bear said, "They confessed; their den is in a border village nad Durga, 120 kiloters away."
"Okay," Song Heping said, "Tie him up and lock him up sowhere, we'll talk tomorrow."
White Bear picked up Ali like grabbing a small chicken and took him out.
The cook asked Song Heping, "What were you up to?"
Song Heping briefly described his conversation with Ferrari, and finally frowningly said, "We've taken out over twenty of them this ti, it seems we've truly started a feud with the Kurd Ard Forces."
The cook said, "Damn, you're good at everything, but you're too cautious. What's there to be scared of? If they dare ss with our business, we shouldn't let them off easy, just do it!"
Song Heping felt he made so sense.
Illiguo was now a large arena for beast fights.
If you want to share in the spoils, you can't do without ruthless and aggressive tactics.
"Okay, I'll think about how to handle this."
The cook grabbed a boxer and vigorously waved it in front of him, "Don't be scared, you're my good brother; if anything happens, we'll bear it together! What's there to fear! If not, I'll call over a hundred paratroopers from the motherland, and we'll take the fight to their headquarters!"
The cook's boldness also infected Song Heping.
For so reason, he didn't find these fierce words unpleasant at all.
On the contrary, he had a straightforward feeling—that was—Aweso!
Tonight was the first ti he actually commanded troops, and the results were very good.
During those years of service, he had countless tis simulated command in war on sand maps and maps.
But circumstances never allowed it, and he'd never managed to actually do it.
After studying tactical command at the grass-roots level for so many years, today, he finally found a place to apply it.
That feeling was like a young man who had been watching action movies on the computer for years finally getting legally married and being able to actually battle.
The feeling was certainly aweso!
"Calling the boss, calling the boss,"
Samir made an urgent call on the channel.
"Ard personnel of unknown identity have appeared to the northwest of the oil field, what do we do now?"
More visitors?
Song Heping scratched his head.
It seems the Wood Company's oil fields really are tempting.
We've only been here half a day, and all sorts of monsters and demons are already causing trouble.
"Samir, pull everyone back, quickly! Evacuate everyone, head back to your previous assembly point, and act on my orders."
"Okay, boss, I'll execute imdiately."
Samir's greatest virtue was his obedience.
He did whatever he was told.
Song Heping was his benefactor, and now he followed Song Heping's lead unquestionably.
"What? You're going with that old trick?" the cook was sowhat curious.
"Tactics don't fear age," Song Heping said, "The most important thing is the results."
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