Mercenary I am the king

Chapter 134: Thrilling Passage
Seeing this, Song Heping quickly winked at them and told them to leave quickly.

What's the point of staying here?!

Even if something really happened to me, it would be useless for them to be here.

No matter how capable the Russian paratroopers are, they cannot withstand the beating here.

Airports in every country are equipped with airport special police. If you dare to act wildly here, you will be shot without mercy.

Seeing this, Bai Xiong and his companions could only turn around and leave.

Seeing his companions leave, Song Heping felt relieved.

Following the plump woman into the room, the first thing we saw was a long table.

"luggage."

A man in uniform behind the long table pointed at Song Heping's luggage.

Song Heping put the luggage on the long table and opened it for inspection.

There were only clothes and some toiletries in the luggage. Song Heping checked it carefully before leaving and would definitely not put anything illegal in it.

Normally, airports conduct individual checks on people, usually only if something unusual is found when they go through the X-ray machine.

Is there something wrong with your luggage?
impossible!
Sure enough, the man in uniform turned Song Heping's luggage upside down but didn't find anything illegal.

"Your passport."

His attitude was clearly bad.

Song Heping could only hand over his passport.

The man in uniform looked through the passport carefully.

Song Heping's heartbeat quickened slightly.

Could it be that the person who made the passport had a shaky hand and left some flaw that shouldn't have been there?

"American?"

The man in uniform shifted his gaze from the passport to Song Heping.

Song Heping nodded repeatedly: "Yes."

"Johnnie Lee?"

"Yes, it's me."

The man in uniform held up his passport and compared the photo on it with that of Mr. Song Heping.

Seeing him like this, Song Heping had already come to a conclusion in his mind.

The passport is fine.

No production flaws.

Otherwise, there will be no comparison with real people.

But why did he single himself out for individual inspection?

Suddenly, he remembered something.

Is it because of my face?

Do they want a tip?
cut!
Give you a hair!
Think beautiful!
"What are you doing here at Tuji?"

The man in uniform started making small talk again.

Song Heping said: "I want to travel and see the Mediterranean scenery."

There is no problem in answering.

The man in uniform said, "When are we leaving?"

Song Heping said: "It depends on my mood. If I'm having fun, I'll stay longer. If I'm not happy, I'll leave after a few days."

The man in uniform seemed to hear something behind Song Heping's words, and his eyes became even more unfriendly.

"Your accent is wrong. It doesn't sound American."

Song Heping was shocked when these words came out of the other person's mouth.

Damn!

Forget that you can make your passport perfect, but you can’t change your accent.

Logically speaking, Johnny Lee grew up in the United States, so his English accent should be American.

And my English...

It's a Chinese accent.

A hundred secrets and a sparseness!

I actually forgot this.

Fortunately, he had a strong mental state. Although his heart was in turmoil, he remained calm on the surface. In a moment of urgency, he answered quickly.

"Haven't you heard of Chinatown?! Have you heard of it?! It's full of Chinese people! I grew up there, what's wrong with my accent?!"

The man in uniform was stunned.

Seeing him stunned, Song Heping immediately gathered his strength and protested loudly, "The luggage has been checked, the passport has been checked, and all the necessary questions have been asked. Do you have any questions? Why did you pick on me instead of causing trouble for so many others?!"

At this moment, he suddenly figured it out.

The highest level of psychological disguise is to deceive yourself.

Since I am a Chinese American, I have to look like an American.

What are Americans like?

So domineering!
You have to be a little domineering, that's what it looks like!
So, before the other party could recover from the shock, Song Heping continued to raise his voice and loudly question: "You are wasting my precious time. I protest your discrimination against American citizens. I will go to the embassy to lodge my complaint! If you can't give me a satisfactory explanation, I will pursue this to the end!"

The other party was indeed stunned by Song Heping. He licked his lips and wanted to say something but couldn't say anything.

The door of this room is open, and the customs passage is outside.

At this time, many tourists from various countries were passing through the border, and when they heard the noise, they all turned their eyes here.

The worst thing was that when the other passengers who were being checked in this office saw Song Heping lose his temper, they instantly became bolder and started to protest as well.

"Yes, you've been checking me for twenty minutes now, and you won't let me leave. You've messed up my luggage..."

"I want to protest that you have unreasonably detained us for such a long time!"

"Just check it out, but why is it taking so long?"

"I am a British citizen. You must be responsible for your actions!"

There was even a three-year-old child brought by a woman who, when the adults' tone began to become harsher, perhaps was frightened and actually opened his mouth and started crying loudly.

The order in the entire inspection office suddenly became chaotic. The cries of children, the scolding of women, and the protests of men mixed together, making it more lively than a market.

The noisy scene finally alarmed another superior in the inner room.

He pushed open the door and took a look at the situation outside, then quickly walked up to the man in uniform and started to talk to him in a barrage of words.

Although Song Heping didn't understand what was said, he could understand from his body language and expression. He was probably blaming the man in uniform for making such a mess here.

The man in uniform has no way to defend himself.

Even if he did his job conscientiously, it was a fact that the situation was now in chaos.

After the superior finished his scolding, he turned around, put on a smiling face, and said loudly in English to everyone: "Ladies and gentlemen, please be quiet and listen to me for a few words."

Seeing his expression, Song Heping felt completely relieved.

It seems that everything is fine and we can leave soon.

Sure enough, the superior with half a bald head tried to appease him, saying how sorry he was and that it was his subordinate who was impolite, etc.

When it was finally time, he announced loudly, "Everyone can go now, no problem."

Song Heping was not in a hurry to get his passport back immediately. Instead, he continued to act tough and scolded and protested a few times. Then he slowly pulled his passport back from the stunned uniformed man, stuffed the thing back into the luggage bag, and walked out of the room without looking back.

When he returned to the customs gate, the female staff member's face was indeed much more friendly. She smiled and picked up the entry stamp to stamp it for Song Heping.

"I wish you a pleasant journey!"

As he walked out of the airport, Song Heping felt a layer of cold sweat on his back.

Damn accident.

This time it was purely an accident.

It seems that I need to practice my English better in the future. If I still want to use this identity, I have to really change all my characteristics, otherwise I will be exposed when I meet a master.

As soon as he walked out of the hall, Bai Xiong and others immediately surrounded him.

"Sang, I thought you were going to be arrested."

White Bear quipped, "Gray Wolf and I are considering looking in the halls to see if there's a policeman. We could just grab his gun and go in to rescue you."

As Song Heping walked out of the hall, he mocked, "White Bear, don't think you're invincible just because you've been a paratrooper for a few days. You even saved me. It's good enough that you can protect yourself! Do you really think there's no one in the Chicken Country?"

White Bear snorted and said with great contempt: "What kind of a thing is the Chicken Country!"

Song Heping was too lazy to argue with him about this topic anymore.

The Russians and the native chickens have been enemies for hundreds of years, and their grievances and hatreds are as long as their foot bindings.

Walking out of the airport lobby, the roadside in front of me was full of taxis.

Song Heping looked back at the exit number.

Exit 3.

That's right.

It's here.

He turned his head and looked around.

According to the original plan, the contact person was waiting outside the exit of Hall 3.

"Mr. Song Heping?"

While I was looking for someone, a thin man came over. He looked to be about 40 years old, spoke English with a Middle Eastern accent, and his small eyes were rolling around, giving him a cunning look.

She's really thin. Like a clothesline.

He's actually a little hunched.

He was wearing a short-sleeved shirt and jeans, and his hair was messy and a little gray.

Song Heping had seen the contact person's photo before, but it was just a close-up shot of the face, not a full-body photo.

The person in front of me does look like him, but he's not that thin, and I didn't realize he's actually a little hunched.

But the appearance matched.

no problem.

"I'm."

He still took the initiative to extend his hand.

The other party also extended his hand.

The two shook hands briefly.

Then the skinny guy said, "I am Ouma."

The name also matches.

Song Heping couldn't help but said, "Ouma, have you lost weight recently?"

Omar was stunned for a moment, then he understood what Song Heping meant, and explained: "I was seriously ill recently and just got out of the hospital."

After saying that, he coughed twice.

Song Heping was speechless.

This is a minor injury but not leaving the front line...

Even in this situation, he still insists on being at the forefront of intelligence work.

Model worker, this is...

"Let's go, let me settle you down first."

Oma was very enthusiastic and actually took the initiative to reach out and take Song Heping's luggage.

"I'll do it myself."

Song Heping quickly refused.

Firstly, he had no habit of letting others touch his personal belongings. Secondly, seeing Omar's condition, he was afraid that he would be too tired to go to the hospital again, and the plan would be ruined.

Several people followed Omar to the parking lot and got into his car.

This is a Volkswagen van, and it has a spacious seat.

As soon as Omar got in the car, he said to Song Heping and the others, "I'm going to stay at Hassan's place now. After that, I'll take you to our weapons depot to check out the equipment. I won't be involved in any subsequent operations. You can arrange them yourselves..."

As he spoke, he handed several envelopes to Song Heping.

"Here are some US dollars. Each of you should take one for daily use. The lira has depreciated drastically recently. The money for the local chickens has become worthless. One US dollar can be exchanged for 1 million lira, and even more on the black market..."

"Aren't we going to Trabzon?"

According to intelligence, the target Hassan is in the Black Sea coastal city of Trabzon.

This place is over a thousand kilometers away from Istanbul. Does Omar intend to drive himself there?
Wouldn't this take a day or two?
"That's right." Omar replied while driving.

Song Heping asked: "Then why don't we just transfer at the airport?"

Omar said, "Do you want to try again what happened to you at the airport just now?"

Song Heping was speechless.

He actually knows?
Suddenly, Song Heping no longer dared to underestimate this tuberculosis-stricken Ouma.

This guy seems to have a huge network of informants here.

Otherwise, what just happened would not have escaped his eyes.

I had previously underestimated the Persian intelligence network.

Now it seems that he really has some skills!

Omar drove them to a small civilian airport. After parking the car, he said, "The recent economic crisis in Turkey has brought social unrest, so many local police and military personnel have been deployed. Security levels have been heightened at important locations like airports and train stations, so it's safer to take a sightseeing flight like this."

After saying that, he led everyone into the airport and asked someone to get the private plane.

Under normal circumstances, renting an airplane is very expensive.

But now the lira has depreciated terribly, so paying in US dollars is very cost-effective, and people in private jet rental companies are also very willing to accept US dollars.

So, several people quickly got back on the plane.

Sitting in the private plane, Song Heping felt like he was about to vomit after flying so long today.

Flying here and there, taking both regular and irregular flights.

After a long detour from Persia, we finally arrived at the Kingdom of Chicken.

Fortunately, although the plane was small, the pilot's skills were very good. We arrived in Trabzon three hours later, landed at a suburban civilian airport, and soon changed to another Volkswagen van.

As a coastal city, Trabzon has quite nice scenery.

But at this time, Song Heping was no longer in the mood to enjoy the scenery.

He looked at the street scenes and passers-by outside the car window, observing the situation in the market.

Sure enough, every few blocks you could see police cars parked at intersections, with armed police officers standing next to the cars chatting.

It seems that what Omar said was right. Police surveillance in Turkey has indeed been strengthened recently.

This is crazy...

A group of alpaca horses ran through Song Heping's mind.

This is such bad luck.

Encountered this kind of thing.

It seems that Afanti had carefully calculated before entrusting this task to himself.

Although a $100 million salary seems high.

But compared to this risk, $100 million seems nothing.

Finally, the buildings outside the car window gradually became more and more luxurious.

And it seems to be getting closer and closer to the seaside.

Obviously, this is a wealthy area.

There are fewer pedestrians on the streets here than before.

but……

More police...

"Sang, why are there police everywhere here?"

The white bear also began to get anxious.

"How else can we do this!?"

Omar drove the car and asked without turning his head, "Do you have any plan? Any tactical arrangements? How to get Hassan out of his private villa?"

Song Heping smiled and replied, "No plans."

Omar was obviously stunned for a moment: "No?"

Song Heping said, "Plans can never keep up with changes. Look, no one expected this place to suddenly become so chaotic these past few days, with so many police on the streets, right?"

Omar thought for a while and felt that what Song Heping said made a lot of sense. He gave a thumbs up and said, "Yes! You are absolutely right."

Suddenly, he pointed to a building ahead and slowed down the car.

"See that villa? It's Hassan's. He's inside."

Song Heping looked towards the villa.

There is no difference from the previous information.

But the difference was that there was a police car parked next to a fountain in front of the villa, with three or four policemen sitting in the car.

"There's a police car at the door, but the intelligence didn't mention it?"

He couldn't help but ask Ouma.

Omar glanced at the police car and began to turn to the right. He said lightly, "I just saw it today. Maybe it won't be there tomorrow."

"Ha ha……"

Song Heping was speechless.

Such difficulty.

I really have to ask Afanti for more money.

After turning right, the van drove a short distance and turned into another villa.

Although this villa is not as luxurious as Hassan's, it has five floors and is not far from Hassan's villa, about 200 meters away.

"Wow! What a luxurious villa!" The hunter was delighted. "Are we going to live here?"

Omar said: "Yes, fortunately the funds for this operation are sufficient, and the lira has depreciated recently, otherwise I would feel bad about renting this place."

After entering the yard, they parked the car, closed the big iron gate, and several people got out of the car.

Omar said to Song Heping: "If you meet the police, just say you are tourists and are here for vacation."

"Don't worry." Song Heping said, "We will handle it."

He glanced in the direction of Hassan's villa and said, "When will we be taken to get the equipment and gear?"

Omar checked the time and replied, "Eat something first. I'll take you to our arms house when it gets dark."

　Although I publish two chapters a day now, each chapter is more than 8,000 words long.

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