Song Heping no longer wanted to dally with these Brits.

Depending on a mountain, the mountain may fall; depending on a person, they may flee.

He did not seek help or complain to Elson.

Because that would be pointless.

The blame couldn't be placed on anyone but himself.

He had researched the situation in Afghan before his arrival.

However, his research and analysis focused on the overall situation at a macro level, and even though he knew about the factional struggles and power struggles within the coalition forces in Afghan, he had unfortunately overlooked the details.

For example, the ineffectiveness of the British Army and so on.

This was Song Heping's first encounter with the British Army. Even though there were British soldiers in Illiguo, he never cooperated with them before.

The degree of their failure was beyond his imagination.

"Old squad leader, what do we do now?" Jiang Feng caught up and asked, "Without the Brits' arrangement, how can we get to Kandahar? Just go with our hands empty?"

"What to do?"

Song Heping sneered: "Haven't you seen the weirdness in this? Damn, why do I feel like I've walked into a trap..."

Standing on the lawn next to the airport tarmac, Song Heping stared into the sky for a moment before saying, "Jiang Feng, you organize everyone to wait here, I'll find a way."

With that said, he walked to the side and took out his phone to call Niki.

Niki was the head of the operational forces of the ISA's Iraq branch, and she should be able to help.

"Song?"

Niki was surprised to see Song Heping's number.

"How come you have time to call me? Aren't you in Mexico?"

"How do you know I'm in Mexico?"

Song Heping was surprised by Niki's words.

"We might not be in charge of the stuff in South America, but my intelligence is global."

"If your intelligence is so accurate, how come you didn't know I'm in Afghan?" Song Heping teased: "Aren't we buddies who have been through thick and thin? You didn't even invite me to your kitchen for a meal?"

The ISA department, due to confidentiality, would not allow extraneous people to linger around the camp, and because of the nature of the work, the kitchen and the office were located together.

Song Heping had stayed in their department before, so he knew well.

"You didn't come all the way to Afghan just to have a meal at our department, did you?"

Niki was straightforward.

"Tell me, what do you need help with?"

Seeing her directness, Song Heping didn't beat around the bush either and said frankly: "I've run into some trouble here, I need your help. Don't worry, I won't make it difficult for you. I need an SUV and four military trucks to transport two platoons to Kandahar."

"Kandahar? You're going to Kandahar?"

"Right, I have some business there."

"It's not peaceful over there at the moment, you took business there?"

"Correct. I signed a contract with Britain's Jie Fushi Group to be responsible for police training in the Kandahar area."

Having heard that Song Heping was responsible for police training in Kandahar, Niki fell silent for a moment before saying, "Where are you now?"

Song Heping immediately understood that there were things Niki preferred not to discuss over the phone and replied, "Baghram Air Force Base."

"Wait for me, about 40 minutes."

After that, Niki hung up on the other end.

Song Heping stood in place, deep in thought for a good while.

Even though the contract was signed with the Jie Fushi Group, he no longer wanted to ask Elson for help now.

Intuition.

It was intuition again.

A series of mishaps along the way gave him a bad feeling.

Song Heping was essentially an extremely sensitive person.

Especially sensitive to danger.

His intuitions had always been accurate.

Amongst the veterans in the Special Forces, there's an unspoken saying.

If you join a squad and things keep going south, even if there are reasonable explanations for the bad luck, you should still request a transfer.

Some things aren't about superstition.

They're inexplicable.

Since the departure, Song Heping encountered all kinds of bizarre incidents.

Setting aside whether it was the British's or the American's fault, it was certain that the British were unreliable.

40 minutes later, Niki found Song Heping.

This female Commander, as decisive as ever, drove a Humvee at breakneck speed to the airport.

Once she arrived, she got out, shook hands with Song He, then waved her subordinates away to discuss privately with Song He.

After the other ISA members left, Niki asked, "Did you sign a contract with the British? They're sending you to Kandahar?"

Song Heping nodded: "That's right."

A complex expression crossed Niki's face.

Seeing this, Song Heping asked her, "Is there a problem?"

Niki glanced around, hesitated for a moment, and then said, "Didn't you investigate before taking the contract?"

Song Heping replied, "I did."

Niki stated, "Kandahar is very chaotic right now, it's where the Ata Organization is most active."

Song Heping responded, "I know, so I brought two special combat platoons, and our mission is to train the police, and if necessary, do some defensive work inside Kandahar."

"It's not as simple as you think." Niki said, "Admiral Chariz launched an operation four days ago, mobilizing 20,000 coalition soldiers, along with another 20,000 from the new government army. They started a clearance operation along the line of Fatih Castle, Hanix, Alappu, and Maruf, intending to drive away the armed members of the Ata and establish a buffer zone, cutting off their supply and retreat routes to Ba Country. But the operation failed miserably, incurring losses of over three thousand, the operation was a complete failure, and the several forward outposts and positions set up in the south and southeast were all attacked, battered heavily, and everyone's retreating towards Kandahar. And you're heading to Kandahar now?"

"What's the problem with me going to Kandahar?" Song Heping asked in surprise: "Aren't there still coalition forces stationed in Kandahar?"

Niki looked at Song Heping and didn't speak immediately.

A jolt raced through Song Heping's mind.

He suddenly understood. As an ISA Commander in Afghan, there were things Niki couldn't conveniently discuss.

After all, she was part of the military intelligence.

Connecting this to the current tug-of-war over the coalition command between the United States Government and the British Government, Song Heping finally understood.

Niki was hinting that the British might face more trouble in Kandahar.

And he had just signed a military contract with the British at this particular time, inadvertently placing himself in danger.

Perhaps this girl knew even more details.

She might even know more about how the US Army was planning to make the British look bad when they took the highest command, forcing them to hand over the command authority...

"Song, how much would it cost if you backed out now?" Niki smiled, she could tell that Song Heping had caught on to her hint.

"A lot of money." Song Heping said, "The entire contract is for one hundred million pounds, with a one-year term, and I've already received an advance payment of over eight million pounds for one month. If I break the contract, not only would I have to pay three times that, but it would also affect my company's reputation."

"A hundred million?!"

Niki was clearly shocked.

"These Brits really are willing to spend money."

Song Heping said, "Enough talk. Can you help me get four trucks and an SUV? Then, equipment for sixty people. Of course, I can buy all these or rent them. I know you Americans have ways to do this."

Niki was internally debating whether or how to help Song Heping.

Ever since Admiral Chariz took command half a year ago, she had received top-secret orders to reduce the frequency of special operations and lower the sharing level with British military intelligence.

Though there was no mention of the reason, Niki, being very intelligent, had already guessed what her country was planning to do to the British.

"Okay, I can arrange that. Getting vehicles is easy, I'll have someone from the Afghan Intelligence Bureau help you out. As for weapons, I can get them to sort it out, but you need to prepare some cash. Let me make a call to set things up for you, then you can directly contact them. The guy's name is Sebo, he'll take care of everything for you."

"No problem." Song Heping pointed at Niki, "I owe you one."

Niki smiled, took out her cellphone and was about to get into the car when she suddenly turned back to Song Heping, "Song, don't trust anyone."

With that, she headed back to the car door.

Song Heping suddenly remembered something and called out to her, "Wait, what about Mist? Is he still in Afghan?"

Mist and he had once carried out a deadly mission together.

Coming to Afghan, Song Heping naturally wanted to get in touch with him.

After all, the guy was a Special Forces officer and could be of help in some situations.

Taking on this job here, Song Heping had to leverage all the resources he could muster.

Niki stopped in her tracks, turned to Song Heping, and said, "He got into trouble."

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