Mercenary I am the king

Chapter 184 What is the boss doing?
In the end, Mist was unwilling to exchange the top-level modified SVD sniper rifle.

He also knew that Vincent would not agree to do so.

What's more, although he had a new respect for Song Heping, he was just a mercenary after all.

As a Navy SEAL, his arrogance still lingered in his heart.

Song Heping was not in a hurry either.

Some things depend on fate.

Just like today, I tried my best to save Lieutenant Colonel Mansde, but in the end I couldn't.

Song Heping really likes that gun.

After all, this reminded him of an old friend, whose sniping skills were personally taught to him by that old friend.

And that old friend also had a similar SVD sniper rifle, which he also modified himself.

"What are they going to do?"

The hunter who came back from outside turned his head to look outside the tent and asked Song Heping in a low voice.

He met the SEALs who had just come out.

The hunter checked his watch.

Nine o'clock at night.

There was something wrong with going out at this time.

"They're coming into town."

Song Heping is maintaining his gun.

A gun is a soldier's second life; this is a mark ingrained in Song Heping's bones.

"Come into the city at this time?" The hunter was incredulous: "Are they crazy?"

Song Heping said: "There are no normal people in the special forces."

The hunter was stunned for a moment, then laughed.

He went to sit on his bed and sipped his Coke.

He doesn't have to maintain his Barrett today.

Because no shots were fired.

"They want to go into the city and wait for the opportunity?"

The hunter was a sniper after all. He sat there and thought about it, and guessed what the seals were thinking.

Song Heping nodded: "Well, they suffered a great loss during the day, and they felt that this tactic was not working at all, so they changed their approach."

"Not bad..." The hunter grinned, "These idiots have finally gotten the point. The tactical pattern they used during the day was just waiting to be sniped. Even if the enemy sniped a SEAL and then got counter-sniped, it would still be a one-for-one trade, so the SEALs would still be the ones who suffered the loss."

Song Heping assembled the last part, picked up the MK18 assault rifle to test the feel, took a rough aim, then hung the gun by the bed and wiped his hands with a towel.

He looked up at the hunters across from him and said, "I wanted to go with them, but Vincent and the others refused."

"These arrogant fellows..." The hunter smiled disdainfully. "They always think they're the best in the world. It's better not to go. Entering the city at night is inherently dangerous. I wish them good luck, otherwise we'll have to ask for backup tonight."

Song Heping turned around and dragged out his large backpack from under the bed, found his laptop from it, and then plugged it in to charge.

Then he picked up the phone and called Ferrari.

"Sang, you called me so late, what happened?"

"There's something for you to do."

"You say." Ferrari said straightforwardly.

Song Heping said, "Please help me find some information, a map of Mosul's urban construction, preferably with a sewer network map."

"You always give me difficult tasks," Ferrari said.

Song Heping said, "Why don't you stop supporting us and come to Mosul and fight with us."

"Never mind." Ferrari immediately changed his tone: "I'm not good with guns. Okay, when do you want it?"

"Before dark tomorrow at the latest."

"Is it so urgent?" Ferrari seemed a little embarrassed.

Song Heping said meaningfully: "I know you can do it. If you can't do it, go find that lady again..."

"Okay, forget it!" Ferrari asked curiously, "Why do you want that thing?"

Song Heping didn't bother to explain it to him: "I'm too lazy to explain it to you. I'll talk to you later. Send it to my email as soon as you get it."

After that, he hung up the phone.

"I'm going to go out for a moment." Song Heping put away the gun cleaning tools on the bed, then stood up and said to the hunter, "You take care of the house."

"Row."

The hunter didn't even look up.

Song Heping walked out of the tent and headed straight towards the command center of the camp.

Soon, he arrived at the battalion command post, which was where Lieutenant Colonel Manders used to work.

At this time, the command post was brightly lit, and it was obvious that the new commander, Major Lonnie, had not slept yet.

Of course there is no time to sleep.

Today's daytime operation was such a failure that it's hard to write this combat summary.

What's more, he was acting as the battalion commander, that is, the operations commander of Area 5, and there were a lot of things waiting for him to deal with.

The daytime operations revealed too many problems, including coordination, cover, vigilance, and many other loopholes.

These are all things that need to be checked and filled by him, the newly appointed leader.

"Major, can I come in?"

Song Heping stood at the door of the tent and poked his head inside.

Major Longni was sitting at the table scratching his head. He looked up and was a little surprised to see that the visitor was Song Heping.

He recognized this man.

The mercenary leader is a contractor. His main task after joining the operation is to assist the Navy SEALs in clearing out snipers in the city.

But judging from the situation during the day, it seemed that the snipers in the city did not suffer much damage, and they even killed Lieutenant Colonel Mendes.

This made the US military lose face, so Lonnie didn't like these mercenaries very much. In his opinion, the contracts signed between the military top brass and these so-called military contractors were nothing more than a means of money laundering and profiting.

"What do you want from me?"

Major Lonnie continued to look down at the documents, not even inviting Song Heping to sit down. Song Heping didn't mind, and went straight to Lonnie's desk and said straight to the point, "I'm here to ask for your help, Major."

"help?"

Although Song Heping was very polite, Lonnie still felt annoyed.

He frowned impatiently, looked up at Song Heping who was standing in front of him and said, "I'm very busy here and don't have time to help you. Doing your own work well is more important than anything else."

Major Lonnie almost said, "Go wherever you want to cool down." He felt that he had given Song Heping enough face by not chasing him away.

Song Heping said, "Major, I'm asking for your help regarding official business. I need some intelligence on the 'Hunter' tracking mission in Mosul."

"You still want information?"

This time, Long Ni couldn't help it.

He threw down the pen in his hand and stood up.

Major Longni was tall, half a head taller than Song Heping. He walked around the table and came directly in front of Song Heping, looking down at him and asking, "What information do you want?"

Song Heping didn't beat around the bush, nor did he shrink back. He spoke frankly, "Today's action report for each district is an action report for all districts."

Lonnie froze for a moment like a clay statue, then laughed instead of getting angry: "Are you crazy?! How can I give you this information? Who are you?!"

He pointed at the door and became irrational: "Get out! Get out! Don't waste my time here!"

In Major Lonnie's opinion, the contractor leader in front of him was indeed crazy.

All districts reported on their actions today, these are not none.

But they are all in the operations command center, and his is just the No. 5 regional branch.

Even if you want it, you have to apply to your superior first, and you can only get it after approval, and you also have to state the purpose of use.

Because these are all strictly confidential military documents.

As a contractor, Song Heping actually dared to ask the military to give him these confidential documents?
Who is he?

Song Heping looked at the furious Lonnie in front of him, as if he had expected this result.

He waited until Lonnie finished his rant before speaking calmly, "Major, I'm only doing this for official business. If you think I can't give it to you, then you don't have to. But let me put this in context: if you truly want to take down the Hunter, the Mosul Reaper, I may be your only hope."

Lonnie laughed, an angry laugh.

At the end of his laugh, he pointed his finger and said, "I'll say it again, get out!"

Song Heping stopped talking and turned to walk towards the door. When he reached the door, he turned back and said, "Major, you will come to find me."

After saying that, the man walked away and disappeared out the door.

After returning to his tent, Song Heping took out his small notebook and a few sheets of A4 white paper, turned on the computer, and scribbled on them like a serious primary school student doing homework.

Outside the tent, the cook and other team members were counting stars and drinking beer.

"The boss just went to the battalion headquarters. Did you know, cook?"

Samir asked the cook in a low voice.

"I just came back from the convenience store, I don't know."

Curiosity crept onto the cook's face.

"Why is he going to battalion headquarters?"

"I don't know, I thought you knew," said Samir.

The cook glanced into the tent, his face filled with even more suspicion.

"What are you busy with over there?"

He winked at the gray wolf.

"You go and see."

Gray Wolf said, "Why me? Why don't you go and see for yourself?"

The cook applied cold cola to his jaw, where Vincent had just punched him, and made a lame excuse: "My whole jaw hurts, and I can't speak clearly... It hurts when I talk..."

Gray Wolf spit out a mouthful of disgust and said, "Damn it, cook, you're just making excuses."

Although I say this, my body is still very honest.

In fact, Gray Wolf was also very curious about what Song Heping was doing.

So he got up and went into the tent.

Everyone was stealing glances.

Watching the gray wolf standing behind Song Heping for a full five minutes, asking questions here and there, it finally walked out of the tent and returned to everyone.

"How's it going? Did you get the answer?"

The cook asked Gray Wolf in a very silly way.

Gray Wolf said: "He was drawing, both by hand and on the computer. It looked like a map of Mosul, but with some markings. Maybe it was just like what he said during the day, a hand-drawn map of the terrain for snipers. I also saw him make a range card."

"Could it be that Sang wants to personally serve as a sniper to kill the Mosul Reaper?" The cook's eyes lit up in disbelief.

He remembered that Song Heping said he "knew a little" about sniping, and that he could hit a target 1400 meters away with an SVD sniper rifle.

At that time, I thought Song Heping was bragging.

Think about it now.

Song Heping has never been seen bragging about anything.

All the boasts he made came true.

That certainly can't be called bragging.

Can he really do it?

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There are many types of sniper maps hand-drawn by Song Heping mentioned above. I will not announce those of our army, but will announce some of those of the US military.

For example, Song Heping drew this kind of simple topographic map, which marked some important information on the battlefield -

There is also this:

There are many types of sniper range cards, such as the one on the other side of the picture below, which was trained by the US Special Forces——

Another example is the range card of the US Marine Corps sniper -

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