Mercenary I am the king

Chapter 136: Monitoring Hassan
Surveillance is the most boring thing in the world.

At two o'clock in the morning, Song Heping went up to the fifth floor to take over the hunter's shift.

Seeing Song Heping going upstairs, the hunter happily stood up from his chair, stretched himself and said, "Hassan is really good at having fun."

Today is the first day of monitoring Hassan's villa. We must find out the activities of people inside and outside the villa through several consecutive days of surveillance, including the night security rotation and the entry and exit of people.

Song Heping asked, "What happened to him?"

"This old pervert is really good at having fun. He called a group of women in at 10:, and now he's still having a swimsuit party. Look!"

As he spoke, he pointed in the direction of Hassan's villa.

Song Heping came to the chair and sat down, then leaned over to the observation mirror and looked over.

Sure enough, the back garden of Hassan's villa was still brightly lit. Many beauties in swimsuits were playing in the pool, and some unidentified men and women were sitting on the lounge chairs by the pool, flirting and drinking.

Song Heping gently moved the camera to observe the panoramic view of the villa.

Security at the door remains tight.

There is one person on each side of the gate.

Two people near the parking lot after entering the door.

Two people at the building entrance.

Through the glass windows on the second floor of the building, you can see armed bodyguards patrolling occasionally.

There is actually a lookout on the roof.

There were one or two bodyguards standing on all four sides of the swimming pool in the back garden.

"Very professional..."

Song Heping sighed.

He moved the camera toward the gate.

To his surprise, the police car was still there next to the fountain opposite the gate.

Are the police in Turkey so dedicated?
A huge question mark popped up in his mind.

"Boss, those bodyguards on the other side are not guerrillas."

The hunter noticed it too.

"We're probably in the same industry."

"Mercenaries?" Song Heping seemed to have found the answer.

The hunter said, "Anyone who can openly carry guns for security must be a private security company with a license in Turkey Country, at least at this level. As for these people, you can tell at a glance that they are former professional soldiers, but I don't know where they came from."

Song Heping pondered for a moment before saying, "Dealing with these bodyguards isn't my problem. What's bothering me are the cops at the door. There are only a dozen or twenty bodyguards at most. If we work together, we can still suppress them and bring the person back. The problem is that the cops are the biggest trouble."

"Killing a few bodyguards isn't the same as killing a few serious Turkish cops. Once a cop dies, all the cops in the city will be mobilized, and then we won't be dealing with just a dozen or so people."

The hunter walked to the window, glanced in the direction of Hassan's villa, and said, "If this is an assassination mission, it would be much easier. We can kill him with one shot and then run away cleanly."

He does not mean that.

The hunter's words suddenly gave Song Heping an idea.

Why wasn't Hassan afraid of being assassinated?
The Persians wanted to capture him, and he himself was a former senior official of the Irigo government and had close ties with Shadamu, so the Americans must have been looking for him too.

If there is shit on your body, you shouldn't dare to show it so blatantly.

He leaned back over the viewing mirror and this time saw Hassan himself.

He was lying on a lounge chair by the swimming pool, with two beauties massaging his legs on his left and right. His huge belly was round and bulging like a small hill, and behind his half-bald head there was another beauty massaging his shoulders.

It's like an emperor's enjoyment.

The distance from here to the swimming pool is no more than 250 meters.

Even using an SVD sniper rifle, he could be killed easily.

But why isn't he afraid?
This is interesting.

A person who is not afraid of death while escaping means that he knows that others will not kill him and just want to capture him alive.

That's why he hired so many elite bodyguards to strengthen security.

Why can't we kill him?
"You go back and rest first, leave this to me."

Seeing that the hunter's eyes were red, Song Heping advised him to rest.

"Boss, you keep an eye on it. I'm going to go downstairs and take a rest."

"Ok."

After the hunter left, Song Heping sat in the chair and stared at Hassan for a long time.

Look at the time again. It's two forty.

This guy hasn't slept yet.

It's really fun all night long.

Do you know that your time is running out, so you just indulge in pleasure?

Suddenly, he noticed some movement at the gate.

I saw a policeman get out of the police car, walk to the gate, greet the people inside, then the gate opened and the policeman ran in.

After a long while, the policeman was seen coming out. Before leaving, he waved and thanked the two bodyguards at the door.

It seems that they are very familiar with each other...

While having breakfast the next day, Song Heping checked the surveillance logs recorded by everyone from last night until now.

"When are you planning to take action?"

Ouma asked.

Song Heping didn't even raise his head, but continued eating, saying lightly, "No rush, let's observe for a while."

Omar seemed a little anxious: "Time waits for no one. There are rumors recently that CIA operatives have also entered Turkey, and they are also coming for Hassan."

Song Heping suddenly remembered the question he had thought of last night.

The question about why Hassan was not afraid of being assassinated.

So I asked tentatively, "Why didn't the CIA arrest Hassan through Turkish officials, but instead sent operatives here?"

This question hits the nail on the head.

Omar was speechless.

After a while, he pretended to be calm and said, "Maybe they think the procedures are too complicated..."

Song Heping smiled and stopped talking.

After a while, Omar finally lost his patience and said, "Mr. Song, when are you going to do it? You have to give me some time. I want..."

Perhaps because he was too anxious, he realized that he had said the wrong thing and immediately shut up.

"You're going to report our movements to your superiors, right?" Song Heping smiled. "You need to know everything about our specific plans."

Omar's face was burning, but he could only admit: "Yes, because this matter is of great importance. Intelligence shows that CIA personnel have entered Turkey. This is intelligence obtained by our organization. You must take it seriously. I suggest you take action tomorrow at the latest!"

Song Heping still ignored Ouma and concentrated on eating the yogurt in his hand.

The yogurt in Turkey is very sour, but the taste is okay.

Seeing Song Heping's attitude, Ouma finally couldn't help it and stood up suddenly.

"Damn it! Are you listening to me? These aren't just ordinary people. They're from SAD! And they're the most elite 'Watchmen' team! Don't you understand who you're facing? The most elite special operations team from the most powerful intelligence agency in the world!"

The SAD that Omar mentioned is an abbreviation, the full name is The Central Intelligence Agency The Special Activities Division, which is a unit under the CIA's Secret Operations Department. The name "Watchmen" team is the first time Song Heping has heard of it.

"Is the Watcher Team very powerful?" Song Heping asked.

"Of course!"

Omar was thrilled.

"The Watchers are all seasoned veterans selected from the US Special Forces. They are patriots who volunteered to join this squad. Not only do they have to undergo a more rigorous test than those selected for Delta Force, but they also have to sign an agreement to abandon everything they have and sever all ties with their country. Do you know why? Because they often act recklessly and unscrupulously, leaving virtually no one alive! If they strike, do you think you mercenaries have a chance?!"

After listening to him babble, Song Heping finally put down the empty bottle of yogurt in his hand, wiped his hands and said, "Oma, thank you very much for telling me this. But what can you tell me? Do you want to do it now?"

He pointed in the direction of Hassan's villa.

"We started surveillance last night, but we still haven't figured out the shift schedules and patrol locations of all the bodyguards in the villa, nor have we figured out how to mobilize the police at the door. Also, I want to know one thing: why didn't your intelligence tell me that Hassan actually had a secret deal with the police here? I checked all the villas around, and there were no police at the door. But Hassan's door is guarded 24 hours a day. Why is that?"

"I also want to know who Hassan is. What secrets does he hold that make no one dare to kill him outright and instead want to capture him alive? Why did the CIA send its most elite special operations team to deal with him?"

Song Heping threw down the tissue and stood up, supporting himself on the edge of the table with his hands and confronting Oma across the table.

"Afanti never provided this intelligence information, and you didn't provide it when you came here. Who put us in danger? Who dragged us into this mess? Oh, now that we haven't even completed the operation preparations, you're urging us to act? Why don't you just let me point the gun at my head and shoot it, which would be more direct? I'm not even angry, so why are you barking at me like a mad dog that's taken the wrong medicine?"

Omar's face turned red and white after being confronted by Song Heping.

Finally, he gave up and sank back into his chair.

"Okay... whatever you like..."

After saying that, he turned and went upstairs.

After he left, the hunter looked in the direction of the stairs and asked Song Heping: "Boss, if what he said is true, then we will be in big trouble."

Song Heping sat down again, frowning and saying, "Do you think I don't know how serious the trouble is? The problem is, even if I know, what can I do? Do we have any way out now?"

Gray Wolf said: "You have the best brain. I believe in you. I will do whatever you say."

White Bear echoed, "Yes, you must have a way. Tell me what to do!"

Song Heping said, "Do you really think I'm a god? Give me some time. Continue surveillance today, especially pay attention to whether there are any suspicious people around to see if you can find the watcher. One more thing, none of us should go out. Stay inside the house for the next few days. Draw the curtains for me. Don't go out and show your face for no reason. Don't leave any traces."

"no problem!"

"Okay, boss!" "Okay!"

Several people quickly agreed.

Daytime surveillance continues.

But since they learned that the "Watchmen" team was also involved, Song Heping and others became more cautious in their actions.

At dinner time, Song Heping was eating while looking through the surveillance log when Oma came.

It seemed that the anger from the morning had not yet subsided, and Ouma said nothing.

Song Heping took the initiative to talk to him: "Oma, we need a few sets of makeup supplies."

Omar was stunned for a moment and said, "Makeup stuff?"

"Yes, it can change the faces of several of us." Song Heping said, "Your intelligence agency doesn't have it, right?"

"Yes, I know how to put on makeup. There's a special makeup box upstairs." Omar said, "Are you afraid of exposing your identity?"

Song Heping asked back, "Didn't you say the Watchers were coming? Since we're going to fight them, of course we need to put on makeup."

"Then when do you plan to take action?"

When Oma heard that Song Heping wanted makeup supplies, he thought Song Heping was going to take action.

Unexpectedly, Song Heping still shook his head: "No, I don't know when to do it, now I can only wait."

"Still waiting?!"

Ouma stood up again.

Song Heping remained calm: "Yes, wait."

Oma was so angry that he didn't even eat his meal. He turned around and went upstairs angrily.

"White Bear, go up with him to get the makeup box, and we'll all put on our makeup first."

……

An hour.

Song Heping stood in front of the mirror and looked at himself in the mirror.

The hair has been dyed gray.

There were two mustaches on his lips.

The forehead was glued with glue to create wrinkles.

Even the person in charge used pigment to dye his hair brown.

The whole person is like a fisherman who fishes at the seaside in wind and rain all year round.

He picked up the narrator's peaked cap and put it on.

Now, it's even more like it.

He looked at least twenty years older, like a man in his forties.

Now, even if the chef stood in front of him, it would be difficult for him to recognize him as long as he didn't speak.

"With the makeup layer like this, it's going to be hard to take a shower these days."

The white bear standing by looked at himself in the mirror and started complaining.

Song Heping said: "Just don't wash your face. This pigment cream is oily and needs to be wiped off with makeup remover. It won't fade that easily."

The hunter said, "Boss, you really have no plans to do anything?"

Song Heping said: "No."

Changing the subject, he continued, "But for the next few days, everyone is on level one alert. Keep your gun by the bed, and don't undress even when you sleep. We're ready to strike at any time. The surveillance personnel must keep a close eye on Hassan, and if he leaves the villa, we'll follow him."

"track?"

"Correct."

"Should we tie him up somewhere where there are fewer people?"

White Bear always thinks in a linear way.

Song Heping said: "No, we are not in a hurry to act. Listen to my orders. I will act when I say so."

After he finished speaking, he turned and left.

"I'm going to bed. Everyone off duty should go to bed and get some rest. We might be having a big battle!"

Watching him leave, White Bear took a while to recover. He turned around and asked Gray Wolf and the hunter, "What on earth is Sang doing? He still has no plans?"

Gray Wolf said, "You are so powerful, why don't you come up with a plan?"

White Bear said: "I will be responsible for suppressing the front gate, the hunter will be in high position to control the situation, you and Sang will sneak in from the back door, and then retreat from the back door after tying them up!"

The hunter laughed.

Gray Wolf sneered, "White Bear, just use your brain! How is this any different from a blitz? It's just a tiny area, and you're trying to distract attention and launch a sneak attack from behind? Do you think you're attacking a large defensive position?"

After they finished talking, the two of them went upstairs, leaving the white bear confused.

It was two o'clock in the morning again, and it was time for Song Heping to monitor again.

It's already the second day here.

In fact, Song Heping was also very anxious.

There's still a lot of stuff going on at the oil field.

I don't know how Ferrari is handling the matter of Yusuf and the Brotherhood in Bakda.

After all, we are going to recruit more than a hundred new people.

Have those armed factions in the north gone to the oil fields to cause trouble?
Can Afanti really suppress the Kurdish armed forces and prevent them from retaliating?

He couldn't help but feel a little worried.

This line of work is really not tasty.

But Song Heping was not bored at all, it seemed...

There is also a feeling of enjoying it.

At least now my life feels very exciting.

Not only is every day exciting, but making money is also exciting.

The amounts are often so high that I never dared to imagine before, and I can touch and deal with guns every day.

When I first returned home, the thing I found most difficult to adapt to was that I suddenly didn’t have a gun to touch. I even dreamed of shooting on the scene.

Looking in the mirror, everything seemed quiet.

Tonight, Hassan was like usual, and a group of women came in after ten o'clock.

Now we are having a great time by the pool.

"Watcher Squad..."

Song Heping slowly moved the observation mirror, trying to find some clues.

Omar says they entered the country.

Why haven't you done anything yet?
He saw a similar situation to last night.

A policeman went in to use the toilet.

But this time there are two.

By the swimming pool, the bodyguards stood at the four corners, just like yesterday.

Hassan was still lying on the green lounge chair, with three girls waiting on him...

"It seems like tonight is another night for eating ginkgo nuts..."

He muttered to himself and reached for the tea on the table beside him.

Suddenly, he saw something flash on the second floor of Hassan's villa.

"Ok?"

He thought he was dazzled.

Then the whole villa suddenly became dark!
power failure?!
Then, the room he was in also became dark!
It's pitch black!

There really was a power outage.

And in the observation mirror, the strange flash was still flashing in the main building of Hassan's villa.

Although I can't tell what's flashing, it seems like a refraction of light...

"What the hell?!"

He slowly increased the magnification and aimed it at the dark building.

"Muzzle flash!"

He finally realized that it was the little bit of muzzle flame that came out of the muzzle when the pistol was fired, probably because of the silencer installed.

So even the bodyguards in the garden didn’t notice the first time he fired the gun!

Absolutely professional!

Absolutely high-precision equipment!
The Watchers team!
He immediately rushed down to the fourth floor and woke everyone up.

"Get started! Get up! Get started!"

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(End of this chapter)