Sanchez had just arrived at the warehouse when he witnessed the scene of Song Heping releasing the prisoners.
"Who are those people?"
He evidently noticed sothing suspicious.
Those guys around Naxin didn't look like company employees.
"Militants."
Song Heping was very straightforward, not hiding anything.
Sanchez thought he had heard wrong, "Captured last night?"
Song Heping continued to answer frankly, "Yes. They ca here last night to cause trouble and we captured them."
"And you released them!?" Sanchez almost jumped up, "Do you think they will be grateful to you after you release them, let us go, and stop attacking us in the Cook Oil Field Area?"
He was very agitated.
His face was filled with an expression of "You naïve fool."
Song Heping said, "You are the head of the engineering departnt, not the security chief, Sanchez, you need to understand your role."
Sanchez's face turned red instantly.
He had originally planned to co over to apologize to Song Heping.
And to say thanks.
Yesterday, he had confronted Song Heping over the evacuation of employees to the town.
But now, anger had washed away all those feelings of gratitude.
"I'm going to report your actions to the company! These people shouldn't have been released, they should have been handed over to the Alliance Conference for them to deal with!"
"Do whatever you want."
Song Heping didn't plan to pay him any attention.
That was just his personality.
He never wasted words on trivial people.
Was he supposed to explain his tactical plans to Sanchez?
Even if he had the patience, Song Heping was also afraid that Sanchez might leak the information.
Watching Sanchez storm off in anger, the cook shrugged and said, "You really offended him, and he's from Wood Company."
Song Heping said, "I have no obligation to care about his feelings, just like yesterday, if I had listened to him, do you think with the firefight last night, these unard and without self-defense capability people would have survived?"
The cook thought it made sense, so he nodded in agreent.
Song Heping said, "Ferrari told that over at the Cook Oil Field Area last night, two were seriously injured, the situation is not good, both have been sent back to Baghdad, one local employee and one engineer."
Said pointing to the ground.
"We didn't have a single injury here."
The cook said, "You've released Naxin, and even taunted him, he surely will co back with his n this week, now they know our weapons condition and personnel, they will definitely make targeted attack plans, and it will be hard for us to hold them off then."
Song Heping smiled, "Don't worry, I've anticipated this move."
Said, he picked up an assault rifle that lay nearby.
"Take a look at the weapons Naxin and his n had."
The cook took it over and glanced at it, his eyes lit up.
"Looks kinda like..."
"Like the M16 assault rifle, right!?"
"Yes, Arican make!" the cook was sowhat surprised, "Is he from the Persian special forces unit?"
"This is a QC assault rifle, a replica," Song Heping said, "Naxin and his n are mostly Persian special forces, Ferrari said the Madheh Ard has always been supported by the Persians, sending people to help train their soldiers isn't sothing incomprehensible."
The cook fell silent.
He understood what that ant.
The Persian Forces officers involved in military training and operations here in Illiguo must be from the Revolutionary Guard's Special Forces unit.
This was undeniable.
Persia and Illiguo had always harbored deep-seated grudges against each other, each wishing to eliminate the other.
Thus, for many years, Persia had been supporting the Madheh Organization.
Now that Illiguo's idiot, Sadam, had been overthrown, it was a perfect opportunity to promote their own people to power and increase their influence in Illiguo. The Persians certainly wouldn't miss it.
Once it involved the Persians, it was more troubleso than dealing with the Kurd Ard.
After all, they were a national force.
Whether in terms of financial power or military strength, if things got serious, a small company like ours couldn't withstand them.
"So you plan to suck up to them?" the cook asked.
Song Heping shook his head, "It's not really sucking up. But have you heard the saying, 'military action is an extension of interests'?"
The cook laughed, "You're fucking talking military theory to , a guy fresh out of prison? You think I understand?"
Song Heping also laughed.
The cook was a straightforward man.
At least he was honest and unashad of his past.
He owned up to who he was.
Song Heping admired this about him.
"What it ans is that any military action is rely an extension of interests, perhaps economic interests, perhaps political interests."
He looked out at the oil field outside the warehouse and said sentintally, "This here is a gold mine. Why has no one dared to take it over for months? Not that they can't, but because they're afraid, whoever cos here dies. No one can stay here unless soday the coalition forces completely quell the chaos in Illiguo and can control the situation, otherwise this place will remain deserted."
The cook said, "I thought you were kissing Nancy's ass to get a juicy piece from Wood Company, but it seems this $900,000 a month for security isn't easy money after all."
Song Heping said, "That's why, our strength is enough to handle them once or twice, but in a prolonged conflict, we really can't manage. Right now, it's just an evaluation period, Sanchez and his team can still withdraw. Once the oil field resus operation, there will be thousands of workers here.
Whether it's Madheh or Kurd, or any other ard organization, if they really confront us, we simply won't have the energy to deal with them."
"So what do you plan to do next?" the cook asked.
Song Heping said, "First wait for Naxin to co by again, let him see our strength again, and tell him and the Madheh Army, and the Persians behind them, that if they want to swallow us, it's not impossible, but be prepared to lose so teeth."
The cook, hearing that they were gearing up for a tough stance, suddenly perked up.
"Good, I'm not afraid of fighting."
Song Heping said, "Teaching the Madheh Army a lesson is just the beginning, the next step is to let the forces in the northern part know our capabilities. If they want to talk, we can talk; if they want to fight, we're not afraid!"
The cook stretched out his hand, smiling broadly as he patted Song Heping's shoulder.
"I knew my judgnt was right. When it cos to playing sneaky gas, you China People are the best."
"Why do I feel like you're insulting ?" Song Heping said, "Is this what you call sneaky gas? This is tactics!"
The cook grinned from ear to ear, "Right, right, tactics! Tactics!"
Song Heping said, "There's one more thing, I need to use so of the company's funds."
The cook winced, "How much?"
Song Heping said, "I'm not sure yet, but it's probably a few hundred thousand dollars…"
The cook's expression beca as painful as if he was having an appendicitis attack, "That much money... For what?"
Song Heping said, "To buy so big toys…"
The cook exclaid, "Are you planning on buying planes?!"
Song Heping scornfully said, "Planes aren't that cheap! When I make so money later, I do want to buy a plane. I haven't had the experience of owning my own plane yet!"
Just as the two were talking, they suddenly saw White Bear walking in from outside.
"Song, soone from Wood Company is here."
Song Heping was surprised.
"Who is it?"
"It's Turner!" White Bear said.
The cook said, "Could it be Sanchez ratting on you for letting go of those militants?"
Song Heping said, "Unlikely, he just saw us, if he were to snitch, Turner couldn't have arrived here so quickly. Let's go outside and see what happened."
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