Twelve days later, Baghdadi International Airport.
Song Heping had just walked out of the immigration hall when Ferrari approached him.
"How are things?"
"Things are bad." Ferrari shook his head, "Last night's attack caused over thirty casualties among us, and most of the convoy's supplies were destroyed. These supplies were meant for the US Army's forward camp in Mosul, including ammunition and food, with losses estimated to be over ten million US dollars."
"Ten million..."
Song Heping wasn't too concerned about this kind of loss.
The "Musician" Defense Company currently has an extremely abundant cash flow, earning hundreds of millions of US dollars each month just from Mexico alone, so ten million is trivial. Even adding the compensation for the local mercenaries, there isn't any problem financially for the company.
However, the key issue is not here.
"What did Peter say?"
"The military side wants to terminate the contract and hand it over to AAFES company."
