Mercenary I am the king

Chapter 139 A Bold Decision

After Song Heping ran to the meeting point, he saw a group of people gathered around the car.

"Where's Hassan?"

"In the car!"

White Bear pointed behind him with a smile.

Just as Song Heping was about to say retreat, a loud explosion was heard in the distance.

Everyone was surprised.

Then the hunter laughed: "Ouma's bomb exploded."

Although the building could not be seen from a distance, the fire lit up the sky red.

It can be seen that the power is huge.

"Let's go."

Song Heping was relieved this time.

A fire can cover everything.

Without hesitation, several people got into the car.

White Bear slammed the car door shut.

Oma, who was driving, stepped on the accelerator and the van drove out of the alley and headed west.

In less than five minutes, the car had left the community.

About fifteen minutes later.

Two off-road vehicles drove quickly to the scene and stopped.

After the car door opened, several members of the "Watchmen" team rushed out, quickly deployed their formation, established a cordon, and conducted a quick search.

The other team got out of the car and headed straight for the two cars that were already on fire.

Unfortunately, both cars were engulfed in flames.

Wilson, the captain of Team B, had a stern expression on his face, his facial muscles twitching slightly.

tragic.

Only these two words can describe the scene.

"Luther! Luther!"

He called the sniper of Team A on the channel.

Just over ten minutes ago, he was the only person on Team A who still had communication records.

Moreover, according to Team A's action plan.

Luther acted alone and retreated alone.

He is the only hope for survival.

The channel was silent, with no reply from Luther.

"Boss, look over there."

A team member stepped forward and pointed at the building on fire in the distance.

Then he handed over a military PAD.

He pointed to a flashing green dot above.

"The location shows that Luther is there. The burning building might be the building where Luther was searching for the sniper."

Wilson said, "You two go over there and find Luther."

After saying that, he looked down at his watch.

"Complete the search within fifteen minutes. We must find him!"

"Yes!"

The two capable men immediately rushed towards the burning building.

After the two men left, Wilson walked around the police car with its four wheels facing up twice.

He was desperate.

Because there is no hope of living at all.

He squatted down and looked into the car.

A few bodies could be vaguely seen inside, but they were already charred.

"Find a way to put out the fire!"

Several men went to get the small fire extinguisher from the car.

The flames could not be extinguished even after spraying.

"damn it!"

Wilson was furious when he saw this.

He wants to kill someone.

But he didn't know who to kill.

Or who to scold.

This is not the fault of his men.

It was done by the enemy who has left no trace so far.

But the bodies of teammates cannot be left here, and your own team cannot stay here for long.

"Prepare the explosives."

He made the decision very decisively.

"Blow it all up, don't leave any traces, and place two thermite grenades."

A team member standing next to him responded after a brief silence: "Yes, Boss."

After saying that, he turned and walked behind a team member, took out a TNT block from his tactical bag, and then held out his hand again.

The man took out a thermite grenade from his body and handed it to him.

This team member also took out the same type of grenade from his body -

Each of them had one of these grenade on him.

What is the purpose?

Very simple.

All for personal use.

If he is really dead and the body cannot be taken away, just use thermite grenade to destroy the body.

Soon, an improvised explosive device consisting of two thermite grenades taped together was complete.

"Boss, it's done."

Wilson held out his hand: "Let me do it."

The subordinate hesitated for a moment, but still handed it over.

"Everyone find a place to hide."

Versh waved his hand and the crowd dispersed.

He looked at the corpse in the fire, hesitated for a moment, pulled the pull ring, threw the explosives into the fire, and quickly ran away and hid behind the corner of the building.

boom--

The huge explosion splashed white flames and thermite sizzled.

The body was broken into pieces.

The fragments were again coated with thermite.

Perfect destruction of the corpse...

"Boss, Luther has been found!"

The voices of two men came from the headphones.

"Go! Go and see!"

……

The eastern outskirts of Bratzong.

A Volkswagen van was speeding along the road.

The driver, Omar, had looked back for the umpteenth time.

Every time he turned around, he would glance at Hassan lying on the floor.

Hassan had been awakened.

He couldn't scream at this moment, but just stared at everyone with a pair of terrified eyes, occasionally letting out a low howl, or shaking his head violently several times, as if he wanted to say something.

"Focus on driving!"

Song Heping had to warn Ouma.

He turned and looked out at the desolate scene outside the car. It seemed as if they had left the city and entered the countryside. "Stop."

"what?"

Ouma glanced in the rearview mirror in surprise.

Song Heping repeated: "Stop the car."

The brakes were applied and the car stopped.

"Why are you parking here?"

Ouma looked around.

"We have just left Trabzon. We are heading east. When we reach the Kurd region, we will enter the Greater Ale Mountains and return home from there."

Every minute is precious now.

Because SAD has very strong intelligence support, they will definitely collect some clues about the time of the attack through certain channels, and will definitely come to a rough conclusion and know who is behind it.

Moreover, the "Watchers" lost an entire team this time. They will definitely come out in full force and use all their resources to find these people even if it means scraping the ground.

And heading east through the greater Ale Mountains back to Persia was almost the quickest and fastest way back after evacuating from Bratzond.

Any intelligence officer with a bit of common sense could come to this conclusion.

Therefore, leaving the country of chickens as quickly as possible is the best option.

The sooner the better.

The bet is time, and the bet is that SAD will not discover their traces before the team evacuates Turkey.

"I will return to Persia from the greater Ararat region. You will go south by water, along the Euphrates River, into Cilicia."

He took out a map and drew a route on it with the end of a pencil.

Oma snatched the map and looked at it, and was dumbfounded.

"Are you crazy?! Why don't you take the shortcut and ask us to take the long way?"

No wonder Omar was dumbfounded.

According to Song Heping's route, it is equivalent to crossing the entire Tuji Kingdom from north to south, a distance of more than 600 kilometers.

If you go east, it only takes more than 200 kilometers to enter Persia.

How can you withdraw like this?

Song Heping said, "You have to trust me. My judgment is correct. SAD will definitely mobilize all its forces to block us in the Greater Ale Mountain area. If we go there, we will die."

"Will you survive if you go over there alone?" asked the white bear.

Song Heping once again displayed his remarkable calmness: "Even if there were more of you, if we really met them, would we be able to survive? Not to mention that we have this fat pig with us."

He reached out and patted Hassan, who was lying on the floor.

"I'm going that way alone. Even if they spot me, it would be difficult for them to chase me into the mountains. After all, I'm alone. The altitude over on Mount Ale is over a thousand meters. It would be difficult to search for me using airplanes. On the contrary, if there are more people, the target will be more conspicuous."

The carriage suddenly fell into silence.

Everyone was thinking carefully about what Song Heping had said earlier.

They all think it makes sense.

But he also felt that it was impossible to abandon Song Heping.

Song Heping called out, "Oma."

"Ah... I'm..."

Ouma responded somewhat absentmindedly.

Song Heping asked, "If we get off here, can you contact someone to pick you up and take you back to Xilia along the route I told you? I know you have a good relationship with Xilia, and you have people there too."

"Yes..." Omar said, "We have some undercover personnel here. I can ask them for help. It should be no problem. But..."

He glanced at Song Heping, seeming to want to say something but stopping himself.

Song Heping asked, "But what?"

Omar said, "But can you really do it yourself? Don't try to be brave."

No wonder Ouma was incredulous.

He had never seen such a fierce person.

At least among all the special forces he had seen, there was no one so courageous.

He used to look down on Song Heping.

Mercenaries.

Perhaps Afanti was just trying his best to get these people to carry out the operation so that if it failed, the blame could not be placed on Persia.

Unexpectedly, Song Heping's amazing tactical arrangement directly wiped out an entire "Watcher" team...

"Watchman"!

This is a legendary mysterious mission team.

In previous secret battles in the Middle East, Persian overseas mission teams had no record of winning whenever they encountered the "Watchmen".

"Okay, as long as you can do it."

Song Heping opened the door and got out of the car, walking to the driver's side.

He reached out, opened the car door, and said, "Get out! Take Hassan and go! Time is of the essence!"

Omar then got out of the car.

After getting out of the car, he asked Song Heping: "Dear Mr. Song, can you give me a hug as a friend?"

Song Heping smiled and hugged him.

Omar said, "I look forward to seeing you again in Persia."

Song Heping said: "Definitely."

He came to the gray wolf and stretched out his hand, saying, "Give me two more magazines."

Without saying a word, Gray Wolf took out seven magazines and only kept one on his gun and one on his tactical vest.

The rest was all handed over to Song Heping: "Can you carry the weight?"

Because the Ale Mountain area is all at high altitudes.

Moving there was extremely exhausting.

Weight bearing is very important.

"Give me some food."

Song Heping stretched out his hand again.

White Bear quickly handed over some individual food from his backpack.

Song Heping packed up and told them, "There's no one here now. Hurry and leave the main road and hide in the nearby woods. Omar, quickly contact someone to pick you up. Remember, follow my instructions and go south back to Siliya. If that doesn't work, enter through Irigo, reach the defense zone of the Madih army, and then return to Persia from there."

"OK……"

Omar nodded several times.

"Just get the fuck out of here! What are you all standing here for?!"

Song Heping was a little angry.

"If you don't leave now, you'll die here!"

Omar and others quickly turned around and walked south with Hassan.

Song Heping jumped into the car and sat in the driver's seat. Then he took a deep breath, shifted gears, stepped on the accelerator and drove towards the Great Ale Mountain Area in the east.

It was dark all around, and Song Heping felt both tragic and excited, as if he had returned to the time when he was undergoing jungle escape training.

There was a cassette inserted into the old-fashioned radio on the dashboard, and Song Heping pushed it in with his hand.

Soon, melodious music filled the entire cab.

What he didn't know was that at this moment, in a safe house in Bratjon, at a table at the SAD temporary headquarters, a man wearing glasses, about fifty years old, with white hair and beard, was flipping through a stack of photos one by one.

All the photos are from the scene, including photos from Hassan's villa.

At the end, he threw all the photos at the face of Wilson, the captain of the Action Team B opposite him, with a terribly gloomy expression.

"There were six people in Group A, five died, and one was seriously injured and unconscious. And you tell me that you didn't even figure out who your opponent was?! You couldn't even find a trace at the scene?! Are you trying to tell me that this was done by a ghost?!"

Wilson stood still and straight.

He understood the anger of his commander, Alvin.

It's not like the Watchers have ever suffered such a loss, but it's extremely rare. If anyone commanded an operation where this happened, it meant they would have to resign, a lifelong disgrace, much like being discharged dishonorably from the military.

"They were very professional and cleaned it up so thoroughly that we couldn't even find any DNA. They even took away the bullet casings..."

"Professional..." Alvin sneered, his face twisted and ferocious: "You mean..."

He stared at Wilson, the captain of the action team in front of him, and asked back word by word, his sharp teeth making a terrifying clattering sound, like a tiger grinding its teeth.

"Are we unprofessional?! Haha!"

In the end, he was so angry that he laughed.

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