"I am a good friend of Avanti, a close confidant," Song Heping said. "If I'm not mistaken, your shipment this time is going to the Jiasa Region, right?"

The female leader's eyes brightened slightly.

Because Song Heping was indeed correct.

This batch was weapons, being sent to the border area, smuggled through underground tunnels to the Jiasa Region for the Hamas armed forces.

Song Heping saw through it in a glance.

How did he do it?

She developed a strong interest in him.

"Release him."

At her command, two burly men untied Song Heping's ropes.

"Can I have that thing?"

"What thing?"

"A token."

"Don't play tricks."

"Relax, you have over two hundred people, what could I possibly do?"

Song Heping said while reaching into his jacket pocket.

He pulled out a ring.

This was given to him by Avanti, saying it might come in handy someday.

The female leader took the ring and examined it in the moonlight.

After looking at it, she returned the ring to Song Heping and then said to her subordinates, "Let them go."

"Let them go?"

The two subordinates were quite surprised and didn't move for a moment.

"I told you to let them go."

The female leader's voice turned severe.

The two quickly approached and untied Song Heping.

"How did you know I knew Avanti?"

She was very intrigued by Song Heping's reasoning.

"You know, mentioning his name in this region either gets you saved or gets you killed, like them,"

He pointed to the corpses of the two Mossad commandos.

"You dare to kill Mossad people, so you can't be an enemy of Avanti," Song Heping didn't conceal his reasoning, "Moreover, I saw you were transporting weapons, right? In such a place, where else would you smuggle weapons to besides the Jiasa area of Balistan? If you are transporting weapons to Hamas armed forces in Jiasa, you must know the people of the Resistance Arc, and you must also know Avanti."

The female leader stared at Song Heping for a long time.

This person was interesting.

Smart, calm.

With a gun to his head earlier, anyone else would have panicked.

He could still calmly observe and make the most accurate judgment.

This kind of person indeed deserves high regard.

"You're right, gold, diamonds, and drugs are smuggled on this route, but I transport weapons. However, this batch is not for Balistan, it's going to North Africa."

"Going to North Africa?"

"Correct," the female leader said, "Weapons are very popular in Africa, it's a haven for weapons, whoever has weapons and firearms has power."

"Can you take me to North Africa? Just past the Suez Canal."

Song Heping added, "I can pay a fee."

"How much?"

"100 thousand US dollars."

"You have that much money?"

The female leader had to reassess Song Heping.

"Let's say, 100 thousand US dollars is manageable," Song Heping said, "Traveling with me won't harm you, I see you are smuggling weapons, and I have sources, maybe we can collaborate in the future, you handle the channels, I supply the goods, we earn together, how's that?"

The female leader's eyes widened as she listened.

This person was truly unique.

Earlier he was nearly killed by her men with a gun to his head.

Just escaped from the brink of death, now he's talking business with her.

Is he really not afraid of dying?

"Not interested?"

Song Heping asked, "Great items, I just saw the gun barrel protruding from your camel, it's an AK47 right? But the model is very old, probably the rifling is worn out, such items won't fetch a good price."

"Are all China People so good at making money?"

Despite her surprise at Song Heping's performance, the female leader had to admit the man was indeed a great businessman, thoroughly piquing her interest.

All the while, her weapons were collected from Z East and either smuggled to Balistan or sold to Africa.

But due to the lack of sources, all she earned was transport fees, occasionally selling a few herself in Africa.

In Africa, many weapon traders were from Europe and the United States.

Those people thrived under favorable conditions, getting inventory weapons from Eastern Europe and former Soviet Union member countries or former Hua Yue countries.

Whereas she collected scrap items, many were remnants of World War II left by the Allied or German armies.

Just as Song Heping said, items in poor condition, old models, naturally can't be sold at a high price.

Hence, her team could only gnaw on bones while watching others eat meat.

Initially a team of over three hundred, pulled together from a tribal collective, now dwindled to just over two hundred, with over a hundred joining various local armed groups, opting to be mercenaries rather than staying with her.

Seeing the team faltering, hearts ready to disperse, she was extremely anxious.

Here it was!

Just when she needed, someone delivered a pillow.

This man claimed he could get quality goods.

How could she not be interested?

"Are you sure you can get good goods?"

"Of course, at very favorable prices," Song Heping said, "All are inventories from the era of Saddam of the previous Illigo Government Army, as long as someone offers the price, planes and cannons, I can get it."

This was not bragging.

Though he couldn't appear openly in Illiguo anymore.

But the people like Yusuf, whom he supported back then, and the influential figures in his circle had already taken key positions in the new government, controlling various lucrative departments of the Illigo Government.

Especially Yusuf, he controlled all the weapon storages left by Saddam's army.

During the 80s, due to the Iran-Iraq war, Illigo had crazily purchased all sorts of weapons, with the inventory being enormous, and now with the US Army stationed, all of the former government army's weapons were deemed obsolete by Commissioner Smith, demanding replacement with US-made arms, making a large quantity of Soviet weapons lie like scrap iron in warehouses, awaiting processing.

Moreover, though the CIA aimed to kill him, many in the military did not want him to fall into CIA hands.

Because the little ledger in Song Heping's hand was enough to ruin them.

"Kid, if you dare to brag, believe me, I'll surely kill you!"

The female leader's voice turned sharp and menacing.

Song Heping said, "We have a saying, real gold fears no fire. If you don't believe, we can do a first deal, you provide the routes, I provide the goods, we split the profit fifty-fifty."

The female leader pondered, not responding immediately.

Meanwhile, Song Heping wasn't in a hurry.

This woman was truly a gift from God.

If he was to establish himself in Africa, he needed someone to lead the way.

This woman might be able to help him.

Moreover, with Mossad issuing a kill order and CIA listing him as a KB element, he needed to counter these two renowned intelligence agencies, so he had to have his own armed forces.

Clearly, the Sahel Region was his best foothold.

That place was chaotic.

That's where he could find the soil for survival.

In recent years, CIA activities were rampant in the Sahel Region, actions were frequent, with a clear purpose of intervening in African affairs, aiming to gain control here.

While old empires of Britain and France always viewed Africa as their sphere of influence, secretly rivaling the Americans despite surface harmony.

He could let CIA struggle there, exploiting the conflicts between Britain, France, and the Americans giving CIA a hard time.

Since they didn't want him alive, they wouldn't have it easy either.

Today's chase will be repaid doubly in the future!

"Deal!"

The female leader was finally moved.

"I will take you across the Suez Canal, send you to North Africa, without any fee, but I have a condition, you must stay as a hostage until you get the first batch of weapons for me. Once we do the first business, you're free, and then we're partners. How about it?"

"Of course, no problem."

Song Heping said, "Recently, Mossad and CIA have been chasing me, probably only Africa can give me a foothold. I intend to expand my arms business here, and just looking for a partner, you smuggle professionally, I deal arms professionally, together we're bound to make heaps of money."

"Pleasant cooperation."

"By the way, since we're partners, I need to know your name, can you tell me your name, ma'am?"

"Nura."

The female leader directly lifted her veil.

"I am Nura."

Seeing the face beneath the veil, Song Heping couldn't help but admire, surprised that such a beautiful woman could grow in the harsh desert.

Source: Webnovel.com, updated by lotustale.com