"Want some?"
In the living area's warehouse, Song Heping placed a bottle of mineral water in front of Naxin.
Naxin glanced at it, then looked at Song Heping.
Song Heping said, "Don't worry, there's no poison in the water. If I wanted to kill you, it wouldn't take a minute, right?"
Naxin still didn't say a word, nor did he reach for the water.
"What's with the attitude!"
White Bear couldn't stand it anymore.
"Let me blow his brains out with one shot!"
As he spoke, he drew his pistol and disengaged the safety.
"White Bear, what are you doing?" Cook exclaimed in surprise.
White Bear looked at Naxin with disdain and said, "Only a fool would still be arguing with him. Look at him, acting all high and mighty!"
Song Heping turned to glance at White Bear, stood up decisively, stepped aside, pointed at Naxin, and said to White Bear, "Go ahead and kill him! I'm letting you! Do it!"
White Bear was petrified.
He had thought that Song Heping would stop him.
Instead, Song Heping had directly told him to kill Naxin.
This...
This isn't right...
Isn't he supposed to stop me?
Cook knew that Song Heping was not a weak man.
The reason he hadn't killed Naxin was that he was still giving the Persians some face.
After all, the Persians' influence at the Northern Border was still very strong.
During the era of Sadam, they fought Illiguo for eight years and had early on fostered an opposition there. Now that Sadam was overthrown, more people joined them, currently making them one of the three major forces along with Illiguo's native nationals and the Kurd Armed Forces.
Song Heping had discussed this with him before.
What he worried most about was not whether they could withstand one or two attacks from the Madheh Army but how to ensure long-term peace for the oil field afterward.
As a defense company, relying on stubborn resistance wasn't enough to ensure peace for the oil fields.
If even the US Army had found it difficult, how could it be any different now?
The armed organizations at the border adopted a squad raid strategy. "Musician" Defense could achieve tactical victories.
But they couldn't achieve it without losses.
If these armed groups at the border became smarter and stopped clashing head-on, opting instead to stealthily blow up an oil pipeline or drag a few rocket launchers ten miles away to fire rockets toward the oil field and then flee, there really wouldn't be anything they could do.
The oil field area simply couldn't withstand such torment.
If ordinary equipment were hit, that would be one thing, but if an oil storage tank were struck and ignited a massive fire, Wood Energy Group would suffer significant losses.
Then, the company would still lose the security contract.
This is why Song Heping wanted to win over the Persians.
White Bear was embarrassed.
He had just lost his temper momentarily.
He also knew that Persians were not easy to kill.
In the two attacks, it had been Madheh Army soldiers who died, not Persians.
If it had been Persians...
This matter probably wouldn't end well.
"I just lost my temper for a moment..."
White Bear was looking for a way to save face.
Song Heping provided him an out, "So, have you calmed down now?"
"Yes."
What was good about White Bear's temper was that it came quickly and left quickly.
Song Heping gave him a way out, and he immediately took the hint.
Song Heping sighed and said to White Bear, "Andre, as we Chinese say, the underworld isn't just about fighting and killing; there's also human relationships and worldly wisdom. Don't always try to kill people. Killing should also be beneficial, right?"
"You're the boss, you decide."
White Bear grinned, safed his pistol, tucked it into his waistband, and turned to leave.
Song Heping turned back to Naxin and said, "Now, before I regret it, take your men and get out of here, and after you go back ..."
He took a cellphone out of his pocket and placed it in front of Naxin.