Song Heping thought, I freaking trust you not!
Is it necessary to go this far to protect against wild animals?
However, he didn't plan on exposing the other party and got straight to the point, "Chen asked me to find you. Did he mention it to you?"
"He did."
Dominic moved from the doorway, "Come in and talk."
Song Heping turned back to the others and said, "Everyone come up, follow the path I just took, don't stray, there are mines everywhere here!"
After saying that, he stepped into the house.
As soon as he entered, Song Heping immediately frowned.
The house wasn't large, just a small living room upon entering, built of wood, filled not only with a musty smell but also a strong alcohol odor.
He glanced at the living room and noticed piles of liquor bottles on the table and floor.
An alcoholic?
Song Heping's heart felt a bit cold.
This Chris Chen is not reliable either.
A pilot addicted to alcohol?
Isn't that like being introduced to a driver who likes to drink?
It's all drunk driving.
But drunk flying is even more deadly!
"Did you drink all these?"
Song Heping still couldn't accept it, turning his head to ask Dominic.
Dominic was honest, nodding, "Yes, I drank all of them."
"Do you have an alcohol dependency?" Song Heping asked the question he was most concerned about.
But he quickly received the answer he feared the most.
"Yeah, I have a bit of an alcohol problem,"
Dominic replied cheerfully.
Song Heping felt his face twitch, a surge of impulse to turn around and leave welled up inside him.
You should know, he couldn't accept the vice of addiction to alcohol.
Even as a mercenary, one must always stay sober; besotted drinking is a problem, not just in the military but also as a mercenary.
Perhaps sensing Song Heping's concern, Dominic quickly explained, "Drinking doesn't interfere with my work."
He pointed at a couch that had several holes and had collapsed, saying, "Sit."
Song Heping hesitated for a moment.
To stay or to go?
In the end, he chose to sit down.
Dominic sat down on the couch across from him and, without beating around the bush, directly asked, "I heard your company is in Illiguo? It's a PMC company?"
"Yes," Song Heping was no longer as enthusiastic as before. He disliked guys who drank.
Though Cook and White Bear also drank, they didn't drink like this.
"I heard from Chen that if I help you this time, you can solve a problem for me?"
Dominic looked at Song Heping and asked.
Song Heping's attention was already on the couch under him because he realized there was something under his buttocks...
He leaned slightly and stood up to see what exactly was under the couch.
The moment his buttocks lifted, a fat rat squeaked out from beneath.
Song Heping reflexively stomped it to death, bleeding from its seven orifices.
"This is the mountains, small animals are very common..." Dominic hurriedly explained, then returned to the matter at hand, "I heard if I help you, you can help me with something?"
Song Heping sighed, "Yes, but looking at your current state... are you sure you can still fly a plane?"
Upon hearing this, Dominic immediately stood up, "What? You underestimate me? I've flown fighter jets in the French Air Force's 30th Squadron and served as a helicopter pilot in the 10th Airborne Assault Team. I dare say you won't find anyone in South America who knows more models than I do."
While saying that, he turned back to take a bottle of liquor from the cabinet.
Song Heping noticed that it was a locally famous rum, around forty degrees.
After unscrewing the cap, Dominic tilted his head back and drank nearly half the bottle.
Song Heping frowned at him, if not for the fact that he didn't sound drunk when he spoke, Song would really think this guy had gone mad.
Such an elite pilot, and he's an alcoholic?
"Where's your plane?"