Song Heping sat on a piece of dead tree trunk in the village, beginning to ponder about the future.
It seems now not only the CIA wants him dead, but Mossad would also chase him to the ends of the earth.
Africa is currently the only place on earth where he still has a survival space.
This place is called "the corner forgotten by God."
War has been raging on this land for years without ever extinguishing.
Only in chaotic places can he find his space to survive.
But Africa is vast, where to go?
Definitely can't go to a stable country.
Go to those chaotic places without a legitimate governnt.
But it's not just about finding any war-torn country to settle down, besides being chaotic, there must be considerable resources to sustain the expenses here.
Although he currently has so inco in Arica, if he stays away for long or it's inconvenient to manage in South Arica, ambitious guys like Shorty might rebel.
What currently keeps Shorty in check is the conflict between him and the CIA, as well as the anti-governnt ard forces in Colombia listening to him, if Shorty becos disobedient, he can exert a certain threat and restraint on them.
This is his bargaining chip.
But these chips are obviously not stable enough.
Additionally, there's the Special Soldier School in Venezuela.
It can generate certain profits, the arms sold to local ard forces in Colombia via Venezuela every year are also a stable profit.
Just like the cooperation with xico, if he can't shake off his KB identity for long, he will face the sa issue of not being able to go to Venezuela, General Rama could seize the opportunity to take over his business.
This is sothing he can't ignore, he has to prepare for the worst.
The struggle with Mossad and the CIA actually stems from the "Elder Council," the secret society controlling the "Satan" legion is the real bane.
Previously, he involved the CIA because of Little Curtis' father, Old Curtis, and the Curtis family behind them.
These families that have been fighting on Arican land since the founding of the United States, survived the Civil War, have a huge influence on the entire United States regi.
He once thought of using a propaganda offensive to make them bow down.
But unexpectedly, although he's an expert in military matters, he's evidently not experienced enough in cultural propaganda.
An oversight by Feier led to the total collapse of his plan.
Now thinking back, Song Heping regrets not having a backup plan, resulting in the current predicant.
But he still has so chips.
At least the military side is currently quiet.
Ferrari's feedback shows Peter is still comfortably seated as the Deputy Commander of the US Army stationed in Iraq.
This indicates his previous "muddying the waters" tactic was correct.
Ever since he started cooperating with Peter a few years ago, he has been bribing him, injecting funds through different shell companies into the foundations and companies controlled by Peter's and other military leaders' children, as well as alumni funds of the military academies those generals attended, which now evidently plays a significant role.
The CIA couldn't have failed to trace where that money went.
Initially, he deliberately let Barrett manage the drug smuggling network, letting him clearly see which offshore bank account the funds went to and which company received it, this guy is working undercover and will certainly report this information to Kelly.
The fact that the military remains undisturbed indicates that the military is also contending with the CIA.
No matter how strong the CIA is, they're still wary of the generals in the Pentagon.
Power cos from the barrel of a gun.
This truth stands no matter where.
Even the self-proclaid military nationalization of the United States is just a cover for its bare bottom.
If Pence had the guts, he would've cleaned out his connections within the military a long ti ago.
This is Song Heping's confidence in his chance to turn the tables in the future.
Whether it's the intelligence station chief Simon in Illiguo or the military's Peter and his circle, they all would be good cards for him to play in the future.
But in the current unfavorable situation, bringing out these cards is aningless and would place these "old friends" at risk.
He would only seek them out when truly needed in the future, they'd surely be useful then.
What he needs now is to survive.
First, he must establish himself in Africa, have his own forces and territory, and then continue contending with Mossad and the CIA.
He must frighten them, make them feel there's no benefit in contending with him to make these bastards give up.
"Old squad leader, what are you thinking?"
Jiang Feng suddenly appeared beside him, handing him a can of water.
Song Heping took the water and drank a sip, saying, "I'm considering our way out, the current situation is unfavorable to us, although we have so funds on hand, we need to develop a new base, if we can't show so strength, not only the old friends in the US military, but even General Rama in Venezuela or Shorty in xico might rebel, taking my illness as an opportunity to kill ."
Jiang Feng said in surprise, "You've thought so much... I didn't think that far..."
"People without long-term plans will have imdiate worries," Song Heping said, "Once on this path, I can't turn back..."
Jiang Feng was silent for a mont and then said, "Have you considered returning to the country?"
Song Heping replied, "Return to bring trouble to my own country? Are you stupid? Moreover..."
He thought of Captain Lei.
Captain Lei helped him once through Chen.
This matter definitely isn't just to repay a favor.
There must be deeper aning.
But Captain Lei did not ntion what.
Chen did suggest indirectly, indicating that he should temporarily stay in Africa.
There must be deeper aning here, he needs to ponder it carefully.
Sahel.
The term suddenly flashed through Song Heping's mind.
In recent years, the British, French, and Aricans have been secretly contending for control over Sahel and North Africa.
These new and old powers are superficially allies but have conflicting interests beneath.
From the last ti Peter made him transport SAM missiles to Africa to be handed over to terrorist organizations, it's evident that nobody is cleaner than another in the struggle for geopolitical interests.
Staying here might really lead to sothing great.
Since the CIA and Mossad keep chasing him, he will make sure they find no peace.
Do they want to intervene in Africa's affairs?
Then he will make CIA's affairs in Africa difficult.
"Where are we heading next?" Jiang Feng asked curiously.
Song Heping pointed at Nura and her tribe walking towards the village in the distance and said, "Let's go to Somalia first, this incident appears to be done by the 'Buntland' pirate organization on the surface, but I suspect Mossad or the CIA is supporting them from behind. So, let's eliminate the 'Buntland' ard forces, establish our might here, let other ard factions know, Song Heping is here, we 'Musicians' are here."
Nura, who returned to the village, was holding an object in her hand.
When she ca closer, Jiang Feng saw what it was.
"Damn! This woman... a ruthless person..."
Because it was a head.
A pirate's head.
Song Heping guessed it might be the Bedouins' punishnt.
They are a unique tribe.
Bedouins love freedom and unrestrained life, chivalrous behavior is the highest moral standard for this nomadic tribe.
They don't acknowledge any law outside tribal tradition, obey no authority other than the tribal chiefs, don't recognize any political system, have no concept of discipline, order, or authority, and possess no political organization typical of settled societies.
They abide by the customs of their forebears, considering anything recognized by the public will as legal. Their society is referred to as "a society without a governnt" where kinship ties form the social foundation.
Kinship groups bind families into clans; clans into tribes; tribes unite into tribal alliances to enhance power.
Nura climbed onto an overturned pickup truck, the barrel of the DShK heavy machine gun mounted on it was still smoking.
She lifted her blood-stained embroidered robe, drawing out from it a silver-hilted sword, raising it high above her head.
"I swear, blood debts will be repaid with blood!"
Her roar startled the birds in the trees, under the moonlight, the patterned hand gripping the sword glinted with a blinding cold light.
"Abdul's bullets cannot shatter our will, but we can coat the ship hulls with pirate's body oil!"
The crowd erupted with wolf-like howls in response.
Old won strung pirate's severed fingers into necklaces, youngsters plastered bloody handprints on the charred scriptures.
Nura threw the head she held onto the ground, then drew her pistol and fired at it.
Warhead burst within the skull, shattering the pirate's skull cap like a coconut shell.
The sea breeze carried Nura's vow: "We will not only rebuild our village, but also let the crematorium to light with the fat of the pirates' bodies!"
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