Mercenaries, I Will Be King Chapter 957 - 894 Adding Money!

Capital of the Sen Republic, northern district of Butare, inside a temporary safe house.

Song Heping stared at the map on the wall, his fingertips gently tapping on the desktop, the rhythm like a countdown.

Hassan's intelligence made the atmosphere in the whole room drop to freezing point—a French Foreign Legion intervention, the governnt army began to strike back, the opposition forces were blocked outside the city, and the capital had already fallen into anarchy.

"This is really fucked up!"

Jiang Feng kicked over a chair, his face livid.

"We're fucking stuck here!"

The "stuck here" he ntioned clearly referred to everyone being dragged into this damned coup, and due to the change in the situation, the coup had beco a quagmire.

Trying to get out wouldn't be easy.

Ferrari leaned against the wall, the Glock 17 pistol in his hand spinning continuously: "We're caught in the middle, all roads out of the city are blocked, the governnt forces are hunting us, and the opposition is in chaos themselves."

Abdul clenched his fists, his knuckles turning white: "Lumar's troops are blocked by French rcenaries, they've deployed ard helicopters, and we have no anti-aircraft weapons..."

Song Heping remained silent, his gaze sweeping over the map, finally stopping at the President's Mansion location.

"We need to change strategies."

A minute later, he finally spoke, his voice so calm it was almost cold.

Everyone looked at him.

"Leaving now, if the coup fails, we gain nothing." Song Heping raised his eyes, his gaze sharp as a knife: "Supporting Du Er to rise to power will maximize our interests, to assist him we must reverse the current situation."

"How do we reverse it?" Jiang Feng frowned: "The French have intervened, if they could mobilize the Foreign Legion so quickly, they must have been prepared long ago, they have all kinds of weapons, and we're just holding a few pistols, are we supposed to fight ard helicopters?"

Song Heping sneered: "The French rcenaries are at the front line, leaving the President's Mansion virtually undefended."

The room instantly fell silent.

Ferrari's pupils constricted slightly: "You an..."

"Raid the President's Mansion, kidnap Noel, and force him to announce his resignation."

Song Heping said each word clearly.

Every word he said was like a hand grenade lodged in everyone's head, exploding and stunning everyone.

After a long ti, Abdul sucked in a breath: "You're crazy?! The President's Mansion has at least a company of guards!"

"But their attention is all outside the city now." Song Heping pointed to the map: "The opposition army is blocked, the governnt army must believe they have victory in hand, the defense of the President's Mansion won't be too tight."

"But we don't even have rifles!" Jiang Feng growled.

Song Heping did not respond but looked at Hassan: "How many people do you have in the city?"

Hassan hesitated before answering: "Scattered militia, about two hundred, but only ard with AKs and RPGs, no heavy firepower."

"That's enough." Song Heping pulled out a satellite phone, dialing and speaking simultaneously: "But before that, I need to talk to soone."

Saying this, he walked out of the room, disappearing at the doorway.

In the dilapidated corridor outside, the satellite phone connected.

Lady M's voice was calm and clear: "Song, the situation has changed."

"I know." Song Heping said flatly, "The French have intervened."

"You are in a very dangerous situation now." Lady M said: "But I believe you should stay and assist Du Er to rise to power."

Stay?

This woman...

Of course, she wants to stay.

The British stirred up this coup, yet they have not a single soldier or even a special operations unit in the Sen Republic, entirely counting on the opposition forces and to risk our lives, and once successful, they co to reap the rewards.

This is fucking...

These old schers playing politics, every single one of them is infamous.

But on reflection, it fits Great Britain's consistent style of doing things—stirring the pot, but never eating shit themselves.

Since I'm taking the greatest risk, I must demand the greatest rewards.

Against this old lady, Song Heping had no intention of being polite.

"Lady M, the situation has exceeded expectations, the original conditions are no longer sufficient."

There was a two-second silence on the other end of the phone: "Song, your appetite seems to be growing..."

"Of course, it is." Song Heping sneered: "I'm doing the dirty work, and you're still comfortably drinking coffee in London, telling my appetite is growing?"

He paused and then said: "I lost an entire platoon, but that doesn't an I can't bear such losses, understand? I could walk away right now, at most my reputation suffers, and the company's reputation suffers. But what about after I leave? Are you going to send the SAS or SBS to fight the French Foreign Legion? Or send your Royal Marine Corps to war with them? Do you dare?"

Lady M completely fell silent on the other end.

She was well aware that what Song Heping said was true.

Furthermore, she knew Song Heping's temperant well.

This man from China says what he ans, never test his limits.

Otherwise, he will make decisions that surprise anyone.

"Have you considered?" Song Heping looked at his watch: "I don't have ti to waste with you here, I'll give you ten seconds to tell if you agree, if not, I'll imdiately withdraw from Sena! Don't forget, M, I'm your last hope."

"We can talk."

Finally, Lady M's voice ca from the other end of the line.

"What do you want exactly?"

"Mining areas." Song Heping said directly: "After the opposition cos to power, I want the mining rights to three major mining areas, and double the area promised before in the northern base. The British must not interfere with these."

"Your appetite is not small." Lady M's voice carried a hint of amusent.

"Risk and reward are proportional." Song Heping's tone was icy, "Foreign Legion's intervention ans there is a high chance Noel could turn the situation, if we don't act quickly, the opposition will surely lose."

Lady M pondered for a mont: "Agreed, but you must ensure Du Er cos to power."

"Deal."

Song Heping hung up the phone and glanced at the starry sky outside.

Dark clouds drifted in, covering the moonlight, making the world even more obscure.

He returned to the room, looking around at everyone, and announced: "Conditions are settled, now, we have to go big."

"Big?"

Jiang Feng, Ferrari, and Collins exchanged glances.

Song Heping walked to the map, pointing at the location of the President's Mansion.

"We're going to attack the President's Mansion."

He looked at Hassan: "What support can your n provide?"

"The President's Mansion?!"

Everyone present was dumbfounded.

"Are you crazy?!" Abdul nearly cried out: "There are a full three companies of guards there, with armored vehicles and large-caliber weapons, and we're just these few n..."

He looked around.

Then looked at Song Heping.

The expression was like seeing a ntal patient who just escaped from an asylum.