Leaving the bodies piled outside the headquarters of the Salafi Armed Organization was the result of careful consideration by Song Heping.
Over two hundred bodies were stacked up on the road in the alley.
Just like slaughtered pigs at a slaughterhouse.
The scene was certainly very bloody, but also shocking.
Anyone who saw this scene would undoubtedly break out in cold sweat.
Should one oppose the "Musician" defense?
This was a crucial question that every leader of a small armed organization had to consider.
Survival?
Or destruction?
The choice was theirs.
How much did their own organization weigh?
They had to consider it themselves.
Psychological warfare.
This was a course that every elite in the Special Forces had studied.
Psychological warfare was included in special operations.
The next day, just past ten, one of his men came to report to Song Heping that the construction team had arrived.
Song Heping went out and indeed the construction team had arrived.
The team was led by a British engineer, and the rest of the twenty or so were local workers.
The efficiency of the US Army Engineering Office so high was really surprising to Song Heping.
"I'm Paul, the manager of this project. The schedule is very tight. Colonel Curtis has instructed to complete the repairs within a week to ensure the water station can operate normally, so you guys watch this place closely for the next while, don't let our safety be threatened. If someone in my construction crew is harmed, I will submit a report to get you replaced. Understood?"
That was the first thing team leader engineer Paul said to Song Heping.
He almost used a condescending tone and a commanding voice for a very unusual opening remark to Song Heping.
Directly overwhelming Song Heping.
What the hell...
Who are you?
Initially, Song Heping had intended to get along with them.
After all, during the period before the repair work was completed, everyone had to live together at this water station, constantly seeing each other.
But he didn't expect to encounter such an eccentric.
Song Heping suddenly felt that he had an eye-opener.
He had heard that there were many eccentrics in the Illigio Temporary Management Committee, and today it seemed he had met one of them.
The reason there were so many eccentrics in the Temporary Management Committee was that many foreigners came here looking for jobs.
After the government of Illigo's Sadam fell, this place was basically like an experimental field.
Because the Americans worried about loyalty issues, anyone from the previous government who was a member of the Reconstruction Party of Sadam was permanently ineligible for employment; only those from the previous opposition had a chance.
But here lay the problem: virtually all key members of departments in the Illigo government were members of the Reconstruction Party, were Sadam's subordinates, and now declaring them permanently ineligible amounted to completely overhauling the previous government's structure. Bureaucrats sometimes played a key role in maintaining agency operations.
Without these various large and small bureaucrats, many detailed tasks couldn't be done, leading to atrocious work efficiency of the Temporary Management Committee.
So the Americans smartly recruited talents from other countries to join the Committee. Talents from the United States, Britain, and other Western countries came flocking to this land of conflict hoping to make a mark.
But the real issue was, if someone truly talented could thrive in their own country, why would they come to such a conflict-ridden place?
No matter how high the salary, one must be alive to spend it, right?
So most of those who came here were the eccentrics among the "talents."
This Paul in front of him clearly belonged to this category.
"Alright, alright, alright..."
Song Heping laughed in irritation because of Paul.
"I will faithfully fulfill my duty, rest assured, Mr. Paul."
He couldn't be bothered to argue with this idiot.
"Mr. Paul, then start your work, I assure you no one will threaten your safety."
Having said that, Song Heping walked aside, had his men bring over a table and a teapot, and sat there drinking tea as if watching a spectacle.
Initially, Song Heping had thought about having his men help clean the bodies in the pump room.
It looked like that was no longer necessary.
Why bother?
Let the esteemed and arrogant Mr. Paul handle it.
Paul began shouting at his construction staff, ordering them to immediately bring in the equipment and start checking the water pumps in the pump room, and had someone check whether the water pipes were clear, occasionally interjecting his orders with phrases like "idiots" and "dumb donkeys."
Song Heping moved a table, brewed some tea, and leisurely drank while waiting to see Paul's commotion.
As expected, Paul was quickly affected.
He led his people to open the door to the pump room, then a terrible scream was heard.
"Oh, God!"
Paul's scream even startled birds in the trees.
The body in the pump room, which Song Heping had initially thought to have his mercenaries clean up, no longer seemed necessary after witnessing Paul's arrogance.
After all, the security contract did not mention assisting the construction crew with any sanitation in the water station; everything related to construction had nothing to do with "Musician" defense, that was all the construction crew's own business.
Paul ran out about ten meters away, knelt under a tree, and vomited for a long time, throwing up bile.
"You guys send someone to clean up the body!"
Paul was getting agitated.
"It's your duty."
Song Heping mocked, "Mr. Paul, if you have our contract, please read the terms carefully. If not, go ask Colonel Curtis for a copy and see if there's a clause requiring our assistance with your work. We are only responsible for your safety, as for other work in the water station, that's not within our company's remit."