The guards immediately gathered around Abdul and Song Heping as they left the tent and headed eastward in the camp.
Along the way, Song Heping casually surveyed the environment of the camp, noting the terrain and the deployment of forces.
Finally, the two men were brought to a hidden makeshift warehouse at the back of the camp, where four SAM-6 missile systems were neatly arranged, each including a launch vehicle and accompanying radar equipment.
"I have to check the goods."
"No problem, it's genuine, authentic Soviet merchandise."
Abdul was confident in his merchandise.
Song Heping pretended to inspect the weapons but was actually quickly noting all the deployment details.
"The systems are intact, but they lack the thermal imaging module." Song Heping frowned, "This will affect night combat effectiveness."
Abdul shrugged, "Add five bars of gold, and I'll tell you where to get the parts."
"Hey! Brother." Song Heping pretended to be upset, "That's not the price Elvin discussed with me initially, you're raising the price on the spot."
Elvin was an intelligence broker.
It was through Elvin that Henry contacted Abdul.
And then brokered this deal.
"You didn't ask me!"
Abdul showed his gold teeth again, looking like a rogue.
Song Heping stared at him, already harboring murderous intent in his heart.
The greedy bastard deserves to die.
"Fine! Bad luck for me!"
Song Heping feigned an air of helplessness, "But I don't have any extra gold bars with me now. Can you let me see the thermal imaging module first, and then I'll have someone send the cash over?"
"Pay first, then see the goods!" Abdul said, "If I don't see the money, I have no obligation to show you the module."
Song Heping spread his hands with a cold smile, "Customers always see the goods before buying, why would they pay first? Moreover, you've already broken your promise once, I must see the goods and discuss things clearly before I can send you the money, otherwise, the deal is off. I can go somewhere else, as far as I know, the Sahel region isn't the only place with such quality goods."
Seeing Song Heping seemingly angry, Abdul calculated in his mind and decided it was better not to ruin this deal.
After all, he was making a huge profit with the added price of five gold bars. He initially created obstacles everywhere because he was worried Song Heping was setting a trap.
Now, after several tests and observations, it seemed that this Chinese-American in front of him wasn't sent by other intelligence agencies to set a trap, but was genuinely interested in buying the goods.
"Alright, alright!" he chose to compromise, "I can show you the goods first, but you must call immediately after seeing them to have the gold bars sent over."
"I can only send cash," Song Heping said, "You never mentioned adding five gold bars before, I don't have that much gold."
"Fine, fine, fine!"
Abdul acted magnanimous, "Cash will do, for Elvin's sake."
In fact, he was quite pleased inside.
Feeling more at ease than before.
Song Heping's behavior obviously matched common sense.
If he had promised full of mouth to send five gold bars immediately, Abdul would suspect he was lying.
"Go, bring the thermal imaging module!"
At this point, the deal seemed to be proceeding smoothly until Song Heping noticed an armed individual quietly exiting the corner of the hangar.
He signaled to Jiang Feng with his eyes, who subtly nodded and moved his hand towards his waist where his gun was holstered.
"We'll bring the remaining gold bars tomorrow to pick up the goods."
Song Heping said, suddenly drawing his gun and firing at one of the guards.
Bang—
The guard couldn't understand what happened as his head exploded.
The remaining three guards were stunned.
The sudden upheaval caught them off guard.
In that one second of hesitation, Song Heping and Jiang Feng had already fired several shots, sending the remaining guards to the Netherworld.
Having finished, Jiang Feng rushed to the warehouse door and threw a flashbang outside.
Abdul squatted beside the missile vehicle, trying to draw his gun while shrieking, "Quick, get them!"
Before he could finish, Song Heping's gun was already pressed against his forehead.
"Move again and I'll kill you!"
Abdul immediately fell silent.
Song Heping took out a satellite phone and pressed the emergency button, sending out a pre-set message.
Then he grabbed Abdul by the collar and lifted him off the ground.
"Tell those outside loudly not to come in, or the next second you'll be a cold corpse."