While everyone was drinking, Song Heping slipped out of the warehouse to find Samir.
At that mont, Samir was patrolling the oil field. Seeing Song Heping approaching, he imdiately reported, "Boss, I just checked all the sentry posts. Everyone is at their station, everything is normal. You can go drink with peace of mind. If anything arises, I will report to you imdiately."
Song Heping pulled him aside and sat down on the iron fra of an abandoned oil well.
"I'm not here to check on the posts."
After saying that, he took out a stack of US Dollar bills from his pocket and handed them over.
"This is what you deserve."
Samir glanced at the stack of greenbacks, and his eyes instantly widened.
By the thickness, it was at least ten thousand US Dollars.
He couldn't help but swallow hard.
He only made a few hundred US Dollars a month, which was already quite a bit more than other local employees because he was an elite local commander.
It would take him two years to earn this ten thousand US Dollars.
"This..."
While he was still figuring out how to decline, Song Heping shoved it directly into his pocket.
"Your information was accurate. We sent soone to check this evening, and indeed they were eting at the border."
Samir, clutching the bulging pocket, took a while to snap out of it.
It was a long ti before he could ask, "Is the situation resolved?"
"Resolved," Song Heping said. "Hunter gave the Kurd contact a bullet, and the scene descended into chaos right away. They started fighting. This incident has blown up, and the cooperation between Cook Oil Field and the Kurds probably won't work out."
Samir said, "Boss, the Kurd people are very vengeful. Now that their man has been killed, they will certainly retaliate against Cook Oil Field."
He was very certain of his claim.
Song Heping believed him too.
Of course, they would.
Kurd people are quite united; otherwise, with no country of their own throughout history, they would have been annihilated by others long ago.
"By the way," Song Heping rembered sothing. "I won't ask about your sources of information, nor will I ask who your informant at Cook Oil Field is. That is your secret, and there's no need for you to report to . But I'm reminding you to tell them to be more careful lately. Don't get themselves killed if a fight breaks out.
If they truly run out of options in the future, they can co join our rcenary Group. Although our company is not big, offering a job is no issue."
"Thank you, Boss!"
Samir was even more touched when he heard this.
He had always felt that Song Heping was a good man, without the airs of white people. Seeing that Song Heping was now the boss of "Musician" Defense, yet still as approachable as before, without any bossy deanor, was reassuring. He provided information just once, and in addition to receiving ten thousand US Dollars, Song Heping also cared about his Cook Oil Field comrades to be careful.
Such a person was loyal and worthy of following.
In fact, Song Heping's efforts to win over Samir were not based solely on this one occasion.
After all, Illiguo was Illiguo.
Samir was, after all, a local.
No matter what, Song Heping was an outsider.
No matter how hard he tried, he couldn't know the local situation as well as Samir did.
Especially people like Samir, who are definitely considered elites locally.
First of all, no matter which faction he belonged to or leaned toward, as long as he was brought into the fold, he could provide a lot of information and intelligence for Song Heping.
At the mont in Illiguo, the weight of intelligence was extrely critical.
Song Heping was an expert in special operations and naturally understood the importance of intelligence.
"Samir, regarding the Madheh Army that attacked us before, what do you think of their strength? In the northern region of Illiguo, how strong are they?"
Song Heping took the opportunity to hear Samir's local perspective on the Madheh Army.
After all, that man Naxin might lead others back to attack the oil field again.
If so, it was essential to know both the enemy and oneself.
"They are also traitors!"
Samir's words ca sowhat as a surprise to Song Heping.
After all, the Madheh Army was a local force in Illiguo and also opposed to Sadam. Song Heping thought that certainly, Samir was against Sadam as well; after all, he was educated in the West and naturally had an aversion to Sadam's governance model.
The enemy of my enemy is my friend.
Logically, Samir should have so affinity for the Madheh Army.
Unexpectedly, he was actually opposed.
"The Madheh Army is also against Sadam, aren't you opposed to him as well?"
Song Heping asked, puzzled.
Samir's face showed a look of disdain, "Hmph, I'm not one of them! Boss, the Madheh Army has been a border ard force fostered since our war with the Persians. Although they oppose Sadam, they are just as much puppets!"
The more he spoke, the more agitated he beca, "These foreign forces, who has ever cared about the life and death of us Illiguo people? They are coveting our oil fields, eyeing our oil! This oil belongs to us, not to them!"
Samir's eyes reddened as he spoke, his gaze drifting off into the distance, looking at a massive oil well and storage tank under the moonlight, his expression filled with sorrow and anger.
Song Heping saw pain and helplessness in his expression.
He was now certain of one thing—Samir was a nationalist.
Definitely belonging to the pure local forces.
People like Samir would not acknowledge the Kurds, nor the Persians, and they wouldn't even recognize the Aricans.
The only ideology they believed in was that this was their country, and it should be managed by themselves, with no one else having the right to ddle.
After understanding Samir's stance, Song Heping breathed a sigh of relief.
At least he didn't have to worry about Samir being sympathetic to the Persians' side.
If he was a local force, then Samir could be very useful...
Even...
Suddenly, he had a bold idea.
The idea was a bit crazy.
But for now, he couldn't carry it out himself.
Maybe it would be useful in the future.
"Samir, I respect your stance very much, and I think it's the right one, so if you need any help in the future, just let know. As your friend, I will do my best to help you,"
Song Heping said sincerely.
He truly respected such self-reliant individuals.
Just like countries, individuals cannot rely on external forces to change their fortunes without self-strengthening—it's a re illusion.
One might feign compliance, but absolutely must not betray one's country for glory.
"Thank you, boss. Don't worry, I will have my friends watch Lars and his group, and I will report to you the mont there is any movent!"
"Good, I appreciate it."
Song Heping now had a clear understanding.
For now, Samir was definitely loyal to him.
Returning to the warehouse, Cook greeted him.
"How did the talk go?"
Song Heping imdiately replied, "No problem, at least I'm sure Samir won't betray us in this matter."
"That's great!" Cook was also pleased to hear it, "Now we just have to see what happens next with Lars and his group. Do you think…"
A look of worry suddenly flashed across Cook's face.
"Could Lars trace it back to us?"
Song Heping said, "Logically, no, the Kurds themselves have plenty of enemies here, you think they're popular? Even if Lars suspects us, he needs evidence, doesn't he?"
Cook nodded thoughtfully, "Hmm, I also asked Hunter just now, I asked if he took the cartridge case after he shot. He used an M24 sniper rifle, and if other groups from the north were to assassinate the Kurds, they wouldn't use this kind of Arican sniper rifle. If the cartridge case was left on the spot, that would have been a big problem..."
Cartridge case?
Suddenly, Song Heping rembered sothing.
Cartridge case…
He broke out in a cold sweat instantly.
"Shit, I almost forgot sothing very important!"
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