Mercenary I am the king

Chapter 194: Entrance to Rahim Street

The MQ-1 Predator drone was hovering at an altitude of about 4000 meters above Mosul, with the forward-looking infrared camera under its nose turning slightly, monitoring everything near Rahim Street.

Inside the Mosul Operations Command Center, Brigadier General York and his staff sat in front of the surveillance screen.

On the big screen in front, the outlines of the buildings in the Rahim Block were clearly visible.

Three humanoid bright spots moved between buildings and entered the Rahim neighborhood using various concealments.

"Incredible!"

Brigadier General York scratched his cheek and wiped the stubble on his chin, his face full of disbelief.

“They actually went in.”

As he said this, he turned to look at Major Lonnie beside him.

"Lonnie, which PMC company is this from?"

"'Musician' Defense."

Major Lonnie responded quickly.

"The CIA sent so many people in before, but none of them could get into the city center and find the Hunters' hideout. I never thought a mercenary leader could actually do it..."

He couldn't help laughing, but it was a self-deprecating laugh.

"Should I say our intelligence service is excellent? Or is it rubbish?"

Major Lonnie added, "Sir, that's not true. He's the only mercenary in the operation team. The rest are ours."

Brigadier York continued to maintain that self-deprecating smile and shook his head slightly.

He didn't want to continue making fun of his own people.

But the facts were clear: after so many months of hard work, the troops surrounding Mosul hadn't made much progress, and were even afraid to defend the city due to snipers and armed groups. Yet, in the end, it was a PMC mercenary leader who brought about an astonishing breakthrough...

He said to Lonnie, "You did a good job this time. At least you used the right people. Go back and prepare. After the Air Force carries out the precision strike, all troops will immediately launch ground operations. This time, we must completely eliminate the militants in the city!"

"YES SIR!"

Ronnie seemed very happy to be praised. When he stood at attention and saluted, his back was much straighter than usual.

After Lonnie left, Brigadier General York picked up the battle plan on the table and read it again from beginning to end.

Seeing the very detailed and professional hand-drawn maps, as well as the results calculated using the "cross method", he felt that this man named Song Heping was simply a talented military commander.

"Unfortunately, he's a Chinese..."

he muttered.

……

In a room in a building near Rahim Street.

In the darkness, several militants were sleeping soundly on the carpet in the corner. One of them was standing guard at the window. Behind the window was a DShK heavy machine gun with a loaded ammunition belt, ready to fire at any time.

It was very quiet downstairs and the streets were empty. Since the entire city had lost power, everything was shrouded in darkness.

Fortunately, the moonlight was like water, illuminating the night, and the scenery on the street was vaguely visible.

The sentry held a Soviet-made T3C-2 night vision goggles in his hand. If he couldn't see clearly, he could use it to observe dark places.

This night vision observation goggles is in infrared mode and is a monocular. It has a narrow field of view and is large in size. Holding it in your hand is like holding a large flashlight.

If it weren't for the night vision function, the sentry would definitely throw it aside without even touching it.

Tuk-tuk-tuk——

There was a knock on the door.

"Who?"

He asked a little impatiently.

"it's me."

The person outside the door did not answer the name.

The sentry wondered which guy downstairs had dropped his belongings here when he was changing shifts just now.

After all, this floor is just a place to sleep, and everyone takes turns standing guard, changing positions every four hours.

There are always some idiots who forget to take their equipment or water when they go out and leave it upstairs, and then come back and knock on the door.

He walked to the door impatiently and cautiously and opened it casually.

despair--

Before he could see who was in front of him, a flash of fire appeared in the darkness, causing his head to jerk back. He felt something hit his forehead hard, and his body went limp.

Song Heping stepped forward and grabbed the sentry by the collar, and Mist walked directly into the room with a gun.

The militants lying on the ground were still sleeping soundly, and no one knew that death was approaching.

blah blah-

The muzzle flash kept flashing and extinguishing in the dark room.

The MK18 assault rifle is worthy of being the official firearm of the US special forces. The good noise reduction effect of the silencer still does not sound very harsh even in the dead of night. At least the gunshot can no longer be heard in the building next door.

And just now, when they got here downstairs, Song Heping and Mist had killed seven people silently.

Song Heping slowly laid the body down to avoid making a loud noise.

Mist went to check the bodies, looking for any who could vent their anger. If there were any, he would pull out his silenced P226 pistol and shoot them dead. This floor was already the top, and the only thing left was the rooftop.

The two men did not dare to delay, and walked towards the rooftop, one in front and the other holding guns.

Timing is very important when facilitating a group.

The sooner an observation point is established, the more information can be obtained and the sooner the task can be completed.

When we got to the rooftop, we were surprised to find that there was no one there.

"That's strange. They don't even have an observation post here?"

Mist was confused.

Song Heping said: "This shows that we are close to their headquarters."

Mist didn't understand: "What did you say?"

In his opinion, the closer to the heart of the area, the more guards and patrols should be deployed, right?
We had seen so many militants hiding on the rooftops and monitoring the streets and alleys on the periphery before, but here we are close to the enemy’s core area, but there are not so many guards?
"Your U.S. military drones have been conducting frequent aerial surveillance lately. Placing too many people on the rooftop will attract attention. The sentries here are all hiding inside the building."

After Song Heping finished explaining, he immediately contacted Mira downstairs.

"Mira, guard the first floor and close the door. Don't open the door for anyone who comes. If they force their way in, shoot them."

"it is good……"

Mira sounded very nervous, and Song Heping could hear his somewhat rapid breathing in the headphones.

"Don't be nervous. If everything goes well, we'll be done before dawn."

"Um……"

Mira still sounded nervous.

Song Heping didn't have time to provide him with psychological counseling.

It's human nature to be afraid.

Here, if your whereabouts are revealed, you will die.

He whispered to Mist, "Let's go back."

"Where to go?" Mist asked.

"Go back to your room."

After saying that, Song Heping took the lead and left the rooftop.

Back in the room on the sixth floor, the small space was filled with a strong and pungent smell of blood.

Mist frowned in disgust.

It's not a pleasant experience to spend several hours in a room like this with several corpses.

"let's start."

Song Heping looked at each window one by one, and after determining the direction, he took off his backpack. Mist also took off his backpack.

The two men took out various surveillance and communication equipment from inside.

The observation mirror and guidance instrument were placed in front of the window with a tripod, and the dish antenna of the micro satellite communication device was aimed at one of the windows.

The curtains are drawn on all the other windows to prevent people outside and across the street from seeing what is happening inside.

After everything was done, Song Heping began to debug the night vision device.

Looking northwest from the window in front of me, about 500 meters away is the entrance to the most important water reservoir in the entire Mosul underground pipeline network.

After adjusting the focus, Song Heping saw two sentries.

Behind them is probably the tunnel leading to the underground facilities.

Song Heping squatted down, took out the map, pulled over a militant's blanket as a light shield, and hid inside to check the map.

When he came out again, Mist squatted beside him and looked at him curiously.

"Fuck me!"

Song Heping was suddenly startled by him.

This guy was squatting next to me silently. There was no light, so I could only see a black thing in the dark.

"Why the hell are you just squatting there without saying anything?"

Mist asked, "What are you looking at?"

Song Heping said: "I compared it with the map. I can see the entrance and the location is correct. I guess it is that location."

Mist said, "So let's try it now?"

Song Heping nodded: "Well, it's time to poke the rat's nest."