Mercenary I am the king

Chapter 161 Going upstream
Just as Song Heping and his men were frantically loading gold onto trucks, a team of armored Humvees stopped on the side of the road on the outskirts of Shebaike, a desert city in southern Irigoe. SAD operations director Alvin was staring at several monitors in front of him in a makeshift tent.

The scene in each monitor is different, showing the scenery around a farm in the suburbs, captured by the miniature camera installed on the commando's helmet.

It was obvious that the farm had been completely surrounded.

"Are the outer security forces already in place?"

He picked up the radio and began asking questions.

"Companies A and B are fully deployed. Now not even a bird can escape."

"OK, you must make sure that no one can break out of the encirclement, not even one!"

"understand!"

Both companies are elite paratroopers from the 82nd Airborne Division.

To ensure the success of this operation, the "Watchmen" squadron carried out the internal assault, while the elite paratroopers of the 82nd Airborne Division were responsible for the outer blockade.

The 82nd Airborne Division is an old elite force. They also made great contributions in the capture of Shadamu some time ago.

Their commander said not a single bird could get out, and Alvin certainly believed that not a single bird could fly out.

Even if they flew out, the helicopter units of the 82nd Airborne Division deployed nearby would be able to stop them.

"Action teams, are you in position?"

"Team 1 is in position."

"Team 2 is in position."

"Team 3 is in position."

"Team 4 is in position."

Because it is a very important action.

SAD mobilized four squads of "Watchmen".

Alvin's eyes returned to the monitor again.

This time he was watching surveillance footage of the farm.

It includes footage monitored by a reconnaissance team on the ground nearby, as well as footage shot by a drone in the sky.

At this time, there was a Predator drone in the sky, closely monitoring the farm.

As night fell, only the noise from the farm could be heard.

The assault team slowly began to move, quietly approaching the farm entrance.

The air was filled with the smell of earth, and the intermittent barking of dogs in the distance added a bit of tension to the quiet night.

"Attention all teams, start moving!"

Following Calvin's order, only the sound of "GO! GO! GO!" could be heard in the communication channel.

boom--

boom--

boom--

Then there were several explosions.

The iron and wooden doors at the entrances of various parts of the farm were blown away.

At the same time, the sniper lying in ambush in the distance pulled the trigger.

The guard fell to the ground...

The "Watchmen" team, armed to the teeth, rushed into the farm like a whirlwind and converged towards the center from different directions.

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The silenced MK18 and M4A1 spit out flames, and several barking dogs jumped up and howled, then fell to the ground and never moved again.

Some of the Irigos gathered on the farm were shot down and became dead before they could react. The few who reacted returned to the house, took out AK47 and AKM assault rifles, and started shooting crazily.

Unfortunately, they were no match for these well-trained "Watchers" and all died in less than ten seconds.

According to the intelligence, the team surrounded several warehouses on the farm. As several stun bombs were thrown into the warehouses, explosions were heard. The team members rushed in with guns raised and searched and cleaned up separately.

ten minutes later.

The sound of gunfire on the farm gradually faded away, and finally fell into silence again.

Calvin stared at the battle scene in front of the monitor, and a hint of doubt arose in his mind.

Aren’t these the suicide squad?
But seeing them resisting just now, they didn't look like they were well-trained...

This operation went so smoothly!

It feels like a hot knife cutting through butter, effortless.

"Once each team is sure it's safe, they'll immediately search the warehouse to see if there are any basements or tunnels. Gold won't be stored in the warehouse."

"YES SIR!"

The team members were very professional, and each team began to carry out cleanup, arrest, search and other tasks according to the division of labor that had been clearly defined long ago.

One by one, the Irigos were dragged to an open space, their hands were tied behind their backs with plastic restraints, and they were thrown to the ground like livestock.

Half a sheep was roasting on the fire in the open space.

The man lying on the ground cursed.

He cursed the American soldiers in front of him with all kinds of vicious words.

Suddenly, a squad leader came up to one of them in confusion and pulled him up from the ground.

"What birthday did you just say?"

The man who was grabbed looked to be in his forties. He stiffened his neck and cursed at the "Watchmen" team members in front of him.

However, the squad leader who understood Irigo still understood it.

What this person is saying is, we are celebrating our birthday here, why are you devils slaughtering us!?
birthday party?

The squad leader smelled something amiss.

He dropped the man and strode towards the warehouse.

"Thomson! Have you found anything?!"

"Damn it! There seems to be nothing here! It's so small, you can tell there's an entrance right away!"

The squad leader ran to another warehouse and asked the same question.

Soon he also received a very annoying answer - "Damn it, there is no cellar or tunnel here!"

Finally, after half an hour of searching, the final question came back to Calvin.

"SIR! There are no basements or tunnels here! We didn't find any gold! The people here said they were just a family gathering to celebrate a member's birthday."

Calvin felt half of his face numb.

He wanted to say something, but his facial muscles seemed stiff. He twitched his lips a few times but couldn't say anything.

If it is really as reported by his subordinates, the problem this time is serious.

At least ten people were killed in the raid just now.

If the gold is not found...

"Please check it more carefully!"

"YES SIR!"

Calvin threw down the radio in his hand and walked back and forth in the tent eight times.

There was finally a response from the radio station.

"SIR, there is indeed no gold... and..."

"And what?!"

"From the situation on the farm, it seems like it really is a family gathering..."

"FUCK!"

……

One o'clock at night.

It is located about 3 km north of the refractory plant in Qayara City, on the banks of the Tigris River.

Five Mercedes-Benz L-type trucks drove with their lights off, lined up like beetles in the dark and arrived at the river.

After driving into the woods by the river, Song Heping opened the door of the lead car and jumped out.

He walked to the river and took a look at the terrain.

The water here is deeper and there is a protrusion, so a river bend is formed and the water flows slowly.

He took out the GPS and confirmed the location again.

After checking that everything was OK, I walked to the river and turned on the night vision goggles.

About three hundred meters away, several barges can be vaguely seen.

He took out his tactical flashlight and flashed it five times in a row, three long and two short, in that direction.

A moment later, there was a response from the barge in the distance, and flashlights flashed several times in the darkness.

Three long and one short. Song Heping repeated the three long and two short again.

The cool night breeze blew across the river bank, sweeping through the tips of the weeds, and a rustling sound was heard in the silence.

The low sound of diesel motors came from afar, and soon the barges appeared in front of them.

There was a man standing at the bow.

Looking closely, it was Nasin.

"Song!"

He looked very excited. As soon as the boat docked, he jumped into the water impatiently, waded up the shore, and came to Song Heping.

"Did you really get those fifty tons of gold?"

He felt like it was a fairy tale from the Thousand and One Nights.

Song Heping nodded and asked, "Are all your people here?"

"Everyone is here, and I've brought everything just as you asked."

Nasim turned around and whistled.

Dozens of strong agents jumped off the three barges and walked ashore on the mud by the river.

Song Heping immediately pressed the call button: "Tell them to drive the car over here, as close to the river as possible."

Several Mercedes-Benz L trucks hidden in the woods began to move and soon left the woods and headed towards the shore.

Under the guidance of the Persians on the shore, the car drove to a non-mud area.

"Would you like to order some goods?"

"Mr. Afanti said that it's not necessary. He has great faith in you, Mr. Song."

"At the same time, he asked me to convey his regards and thank you for your cooperation this time," Nahin said.

"No thanks needed, I just want the money."

"You can call him now. The money is ready."

Song Heping didn't say anything more. He glanced at the dozens of Persians who had already started to move the gold from the carts and put it on the wooden boards that had been prepared long ago. When it reached a certain weight, they used the ship's electric turbine to tow it over, lifted it onto the ship, and then placed it in a specially made mezzanine cabin.

This set of lifting procedures had been discussed before. At this rate, 50 tons of gold should be lifted before four o'clock, and then the ships will head west.

About fifteen kilometers northwest of Qayyara, the Tigris River will fork here, with one channel heading northwest and the other heading north.

Going northwest, which is the direction of Mosul, is absolutely not allowed, otherwise you will definitely encounter US military patrols.

But it is completely different when going north. It is in the direction of Erbil, not even far from Hassan and Kuk Oil Fields. The towns there have long been captured by the coalition forces and handed over to the management of ICDC and local police, so it is very safe.

After passing Erbil, the river reaches the small town of Zabar in the north of Irigu, where there is a small lake. This lake is located on the edge of the northern mountains and is the active area of ​​the Mahdi Army.

The gold would be unloaded there and then transported across the Ibrahim Mountains to eventually reach Persia.

The transaction is completed here.

"Good morning, Mr. Avanti."

Song Heping called Afanti.

"From Mr. Song's tone, it seems he's already got it." Afanti also seemed very happy and couldn't help but flatter him, "I have to admit that in my Revolutionary Guard, no officer can match your command ability."

"I'm not calling you to hear nice things. I want to ask if the money is ready."

"Of course! My reputation has always been good." said Afanasiy.

"Friendship is friendship, but business is business." Song Heping said, "It's still a day and a half from here to Zabar Lake. Your people are already inspecting and counting the goods. Before midnight tomorrow night, $24 million must be deposited into the ten accounts I provided. Can you do that?"

Afanti laughed dryly and said, "It seems that Song still doesn't trust me."

Song Heping said, "Don't have the intention to harm others, but be on guard against them. It's an old saying in China."

Afanti said: "Okay, you can have your accountant check the accounts before midnight tomorrow night."

"By the way, I asked you to release the smoke bomb tonight. Did you do it?"

"Yes. The latest news is that the SAD mobilized two companies from the 82nd Airborne Division and dispatched four 'Watchmen' teams. This impressive force attacked a farm in Shebaike. I'm guessing they're already fretting over how to write a report explaining this."

"Very good, it seems that our cooperation this time was very successful."

"Pleasant to work with."

"Happy cooperation!"

"What? Is the deal done?" The cook came over.

Song Heping glanced at the busy Persian and nodded, saying, "Well, before midnight tomorrow night, all the money will be deposited into the ten overseas accounts prepared by Ferrari. At that time, he will remit half to Haimur's overseas account according to the agreement, and we will keep the other half."

The cook clenched his fists and waved them in the air. "If I had wine right now, I'd open a few bottles and get drunk with you!"

"Don't get excited too soon. Money is yours only when it's in your pocket." Although Song Heping was also very excited inside, he tried his best to suppress it.

If the gold doesn't reach the border and the money isn't transferred, it's still someone else's money.

They worked on the banks of the Tigris River until 4:30 in the morning, and finally all 50 tons of gold were lifted using a winch.

Song Heping had the car driven back into the woods and hidden there, then he led his team onto the barge and hid in the cabin.

The Post agents on the barge filled the cargo hold with sand, disguising it as a sand-loading ship and heading north.

This river was originally frequented by many sand ships, and was the main shipping route for cargo between the Northwest and Bakda in the past, so this type of barge did not attract much attention, not to mention that after reaching the fork in the river and heading north, there were no coalition forces to the north.

The plan would have been perfect.

Because it was impossible to transport the gold out by land as it was completely blocked by the Allied Forces, transporting the gold out by truck was like sending a sheep into the tiger's mouth.

But traveling by water is different.

Except for the waterway near Mosul where you will encounter the US military's inland boat forces, the river section to the north is absolutely safe.

Therefore, Song Heping chose to take the water route.

The next 24 hours were the most difficult time for the "musician" team hiding in the cabin and Haymur's two representatives - Hamed and his entourage.

Everyone was polite on the surface, looking at each other while sitting in the cabin.

In fact, everyone has their own thoughts.

What Hamed and his followers were most worried about was whether Song Heping would suddenly turn against them and kill them both and throw them into the river to feed the fish.

After all, people can do anything in front of fifty tons of gold.

So they hid pistols and even two grenades on their bodies.

Thinking that they couldn't win, Alahuk Aba and Song Heping blew themselves up together to feed the fish.

So the two of them were always nervous, and their laughter looked as ugly as their crying.

Song Heping and others had long seen through Hamed's little tricks, but they didn't take it seriously. However, Bai Xiong would occasionally joke with them.

For example, when they were eating, he would deliberately pour water for them, and then smile and half-seriously say that the water was poisonous.

Then he sat opposite Hamed and stared at him to see if he would drink.

Drink, Hamed is actually really afraid that it might be poisonous.

If I don't drink it, the white bear will laugh at me for judging others by my own standards.

Every time this happened, Song Heping would persuade Bai Xiong.

"Stop bullying people."

After saying that, he took Hamed's cup and took a big sip of water, then put it back in front of him so that he could drink it without worry.

"Don't worry, I won't kill you." Song Heping said, "But if you have evil intentions, I will wipe out your entire clan. You can take this back to your clan leader."

Song Heping's words were very clear.

If Haimur fails to keep the secret and the news leaks out, Song Heping will first lead his men to destroy the Ijibai tribe.

Hamed, who had seen Song Heping's methods, had no doubt about Song Heping's determination and ability. This man, with a few team members and himself and his followers, only nine people were able to kill more than 9 people in the refractory factory. If he were in Yiligo, he could become an armed leader directly in any tribal force with this battle.

"Don't worry, we are all close relatives. Selling you out would be killing ourselves. We are also involved in this matter. If it were to be leaked, not only would you come to kill us, but other forces would also kill us."

Song Heping suddenly smiled and said, "I was just joking."

Hamed secretly breathed a sigh of relief, but still felt a layer of cold sweat on his back.

The voyage thereafter was smooth.

Sure enough, everything was just as Song Heping expected. The waterway heading north was very quiet except for a few scattered fishing boats.

After all, the war is concentrated in Mosul in the west. There are only two armed forces in the north, one is the Kurdish armed forces and the other is the Madih Army. They are not the focus of the coalition forces.

Starting from the day, money was injected into the ten overseas accounts set up by the "Musician" defense.

During the day, Song Heping was like a shopkeeper, constantly talking to Afanti to check things, and then verifying with Ferrari.

Afanti is indeed trustworthy in his work.

At half past eleven at night.
The entire $3.5 million has been deposited into the designated account.

In the Zabar Lake area, Song Heping and others got off the boat and were picked up by an off-road vehicle that had been arranged there by Haymur and began to return to the Hassan oil area.

That night, Song Heping couldn't sleep.

　I’d like to recommend a book written by a friend, author: Rongke, titled “The Weather is Very Sunny”.

　　It's a martial arts book, but the author says it was written with a light-hearted tone, telling the story of how everyone comes to terms with life. Sounds pretty interesting.

　　Although the title of the book does not conform to the trend of online literature, the writing is very good, which shows that a lot of effort has been put into it. It is worth reading.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)