Mercenary I am the king

Chapter 229 The Disappearance of Song Heping
Song Heping stood in the cabin of the pickup truck, looking at the lights in the distance.

Those are car lights.

They are all rushing here.

Obviously, the people of the Revolutionary Brigade did not expect that Mist and he would flee south, so they mobilized the interception forces in the north and east.

The impromptu decision caught them off guard, and their judgment was correct.

Going east or north is a dead end.

Only by going south can we find a glimmer of hope for survival.

Rabbani is now scared.

He hasn't spoken for a long time.

Rabbani, who was sitting in the passenger seat, looked pale.

As far as he was concerned, all was lost.

The revolutionary brigade’s territory is very large, and they have people even in the mountainous areas of the Persian Plateau.

The Persian government forces and special forces have not been able to completely wipe them out after so many years, but Song Heping and his men want to get in?

It's just like a birthday star hanging himself - he thinks his life is too long.

But he couldn't stop it.

After all, my uncle's family is in the hands of the US military...

Just die.

He looked at the gun in his hand and silently made a plan in his mind. If he really couldn't escape, he would use the butt of the AK47 to press against the ground and the muzzle of the gun to his chin to fire a shot. It would be much better than falling into Kawasi's hands.

Look out the car window.

Everything was shrouded in darkness, with only the starlight illuminating some of the mountains.

Ran about thirty kilometers south.

There are more and more mountains.

The road is getting narrower and narrower.

It's getting more and more rugged.

When you sit in the car, you feel like your heart is about to jump out of your throat due to the shaking.

Suddenly, he felt a churning in his stomach and couldn't help but stick his head out and vomit violently.

Mist, who was standing by, glanced at Rabbani and said disdainfully, "You're the leader of an armed group after all, and you're vomiting just by riding in a car?"

His tone was full of contempt.

After paying attention to one, I couldn't help but pull another one.

"Look at Song. He's the most miserable of us. Do you think he's saying anything?"

Rabbani wiped the dirt from the corner of his mouth, leaned back in his seat, took two deep breaths and said, "You are all professional soldiers. I can't compete with you!"

"Can't compare? You are a professional terrorist!" Mist blurted out.

Unexpectedly, this completely irritated Rabbani. He suddenly flew into a rage and started cursing, "Terrorists!? Among you Americans, those of us living here are all terrorists, right?! The one who blew you up was Rabun, so why did you invade Afghanistan? He ran away a long time ago! You stayed here, saying you were fighting the student army, but what happened? Do you think I don't know? Our opium was shipped with the help of your CIA people! In order to find the processing plant and to kill Azar and others, you even kidnapped my uncle's family to threaten me!? What's the difference between this and terrorists?! Tell me! Tell me! Who is the terrorist!?"

Even Song Heping, who was sitting in the back of the car, heard the furious retort.

Song Heping didn't say anything.

Because there is nothing to say.

Yes.

They were right.

Nicky and his gang kidnapped the uncle's family, and their methods were very dirty.

What's more, Song Heping has also seen it now.

That Adrian was really as Avanti said. Now we have just got confirmation from Rabbani that he is indeed a CIA man.

It seems that the people in the Revolutionary Brigade are also aware of Adrian's background, and the reason they cooperate with him is out of consideration for their own interests.

In this way, everything now becomes so ridiculous.

The CIA is actually controlling the drug trade here, and the military seems to want to take the opportunity to eradicate them.

The question is, what is the military's motive?

Is it for justice?

No matter whether others believe it or not, Song Heping doesn't believe it.

It’s like a guy with shit on his butt pointing at another guy with shit on his butt and saying - Ouch, there’s shit on your butt!

And the other one pointed at the one in front and said, "You have it too!"

Thinking of this, Song Heping felt that the logic here was becoming more and more ridiculous.

The world is so magical, and reality is always so black and humorous.

Mist was stunned for a moment.

He had not expected Rabbani's reaction to be so strong.

But after calming down, he wanted to curse back but felt like there was nothing to curse about.

Rabbani seems to be right.

This is only the case from his perspective, but from my own perspective, I have a very justified reason - after all, I feel that I am here to liberate the Afghan people.

“There’s no road ahead!”

A hillside appeared ahead, illuminated by the pickup truck's lights.

The road here seems to have turned into a narrow path up the mountain.

Song Heping shouted, "Get off the car quickly, let's go into the mountains and continue walking south."

"Are you really planning on entering Persia?!"

Mister's face looked very ugly.

Song Heping asked in return: "Do you have any choice?"

Mist was speechless again.

Either way it's death.

He simply made up his mind: "Okay, let's go!"

Several people got out of the car, packed their personal belongings and planned to go into the mountains.

Song Heping looked at the pickup truck and said to Mist and the others, "You go first. I'll do something and then catch up."

After saying that, he ran back to the pickup truck.

……

About ten minutes after Song Heping and his companions disappeared in the plateau mountains on the border, the first armed pickup truck of the revolutionary brigade arrived here.

Several militants stopped about ten meters away from the car Song Heping and his men had left behind, jumped out, and cautiously approached the vehicle. Soon, one of the militants approached the front of the car and shouted, "No one's left! They've run away."

The men then relaxed, lowered their guns, and slowly moved towards the car.

One of them started reporting the situation here using the walkie-talkie as they walked, informing Kavasi Song Heping and others of the location and direction of entering the mountain.

"They probably crossed the border. Just one kilometer south of here will get them across..."

"Wait there, we'll be there soon, not far from you!"

"Yes, boss."

After ending the call, the little leader holding the walkie-talkie looked into the distance and saw the lights of the convoy.

He stood there for a while, feeling a little bored. Seeing that Kavasi and his convoy were almost there, he paced to the pickup truck.

He found that the car was still idling and had not been turned off.

He shone the flashlight under the steering gear and saw several connected wires exposed.

The other party hit the vehicle by directly connecting with the wires.

Looking at the several boxes of DShK heavy machine gun bullets on the floor of the cab, several questions popped up in my mind.

Why put the bullet here?
Perhaps out of obsessive-compulsive disorder, he reached out and pulled the wires apart, trying to turn off the car.

Just as he pulled the wire, something seemed to fall out from somewhere and hit the floor with a dull sound.

The chief curiously shone the flashlight around, trying to find out what had rolled down.

Finally, he found the thing that had rolled down next to the ammunition box.

There were actually two grenades...

"what--"

As he screamed, a ball of fire flashed in front of him and swallowed him alive.

boom--

The massive explosion shattered the pickup truck's cab. The young leader holding the flashlight was the worst hit, flying over a meter high. One of his hands was also blown off and flew into the sky...

The militants standing around were also having a hard time.

The explosion brought hundreds of fragments, which hit the bodies of several militants from different angles. In particular, the explosion detonated the bullet box, and the 12.7MM caliber heavy machine gun bullets in the box flew like fireworks.

The sky was filled with flying and exploding bullets, and from a distance it looked like a huge firework.

"Oh my God!"

Kashiwa was less than a hundred meters away from the explosion point at this time and saw the fireball caused by the explosion.

The driver was so scared that he stepped on the brakes and looked at the horrific scene with horror on his face.

"Boss...that's..."

"Those damn guys! They planted a bomb in the car!"

Kashiwa clenched his fist and hit the dashboard several times.

He wished he could catch up with Song Heping right now, capture them, cut off their vital organs one by one, and then hang them on trees to dry!

……

The cook was lying in the sun on the roof of a house on the outskirts of the Persian border town of Ahvaz.

The weather in Persia in May is not particularly hot.

The sun's reflection fell on the cook's sunglasses, reflecting a dazzling light.

The gray wolf sitting next to him kept looking towards the northeast. From here, he could see the continuous mountains.

That is part of the Persian Plateau.

Before Song Heping set off for Xinjinyue, he sent a message to the company, informing everyone of the time and approximate location of their trip, as well as the general direction they might go after the accident.

According to Song Heping's plan B, if the Americans are unreliable and unable to provide support, in an emergency he will choose to go southwest and cross the border into the Persian Plateau.

The specific route and time are not clear, but Song Heping said that there are three points he will definitely pass through - Ahwaz, Nehbandan, and Istand Mountain.

These three points run from north to south, along the border line of Liancheng, and are all within the Persian Plateau.

When determining these three points, Song He studied the map.

At the junction of the Persian Plateau and Afghanistan, these three locations just cover all possible entry directions. No matter where you come from on the southwest border of Afghanistan, you can find the nearest point.

Considering that we might lose contact, I left three points for the chef and others to find me.

Avanti provided strong support for this operation.

Near the above three points, he ambushed a company of reinforcements.

Don't underestimate the strength of just one company in each place. They are all members of the Special Brigade of the Revolutionary Guard. They are well-equipped and well-trained, and can call for air support. They are all commanded by Nasin, an old acquaintance of Song Heping.

In addition, starting from the first day Song Heping went to Xinjinyue, every morning and afternoon, Afanti would dispatch helicopters from a small military and civilian airport near the town of Awaz, and let the "Musician" defense team take two helicopters into the plateau area to search from north to south.

"Almost done, brothers. Have you finished lunch? After lunch, we're going to go for a walk around the border."

The cook picked up the naan on the table next to him, rolled up a piece of mutton and stuffed it into his mouth. He took a big gulp of mineral water and stood up.

"Cook, it's already the third day."

The gray wolf, who had been observing the distant mountains with a telescope, put away the telescope with a look of worry on his face.

"Song has been missing for at least two days."

His inference was based on the fact that Song Heping would reach his destination around dusk on the first day.

If Adrian had arrived that day, Song Heping would have taken action.

By this calculation, it was already the second day of Song Heping's evacuation.

Although it hasn't reached 48 hours yet, it's at least 30 hours.

Everyone agreed that if Song Heping returned to Kandahar safely, he would immediately contact the company's staff and be on standby.

Now that we have not received any notification from Song Heping, it means that Song Heping has not returned to the ISA headquarters in Kandahar. There are only two possibilities - either the implementation of Plan B is successful and Song Heping is now in the Persian Plateau, or it fails and he has been killed and died in the New Golden Moon area, perhaps buried in some unknown pit.

"If we don't hear from him one day, we'll patrol here all day."

The cook was quite stubborn.

Even the King of Hell cannot dissuade him from his decision.

Gray Wolf actually knew very well that if there was no news for more than a week, it was 99.99% certain that the person was dead, so it was an exaggeration to say that he would continue patrolling.

But since the cook said so, he wouldn't object.

Song Heping is so important to the company that it seems like it has lost its soul without him.

This time, except for Ferrari who stayed in the Green Zone to be responsible for the daily operation of the company and recruit new members, the elite "Musicians" and the core team members all arrived to support Song Heping.

After being asked by Gray Wolf, the cook's mood turned sour. He kept urging the others, "Hurry up! Stop dawdling! Suka! What if Song arrives at one of the points by now and we miss it?! I think we shouldn't come back tonight. It's better to have two people at each point than to take that damn helicopter to patrol the mountains every day!"

　Asking for a monthly ticket!

　　
　
(End of this chapter)