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.