Mercenary I am the king

Chapter 239 is coming, brother!

"Made..."

Song Heping pulled the buckle and held the grenade in his hand.

"I still have 20 million left to spend..."

He no longer worries about his younger siblings' living expenses.

Now Song Heping has only regrets.

A full 20 million US dollars!

What the hell...

I didn't enjoy it properly and I'm going to die here.

Being a mercenary...

What a fucking chemistry.

He may be fine today, but dead tomorrow.

I originally wanted to make the "Musician" defense bigger and stronger.

I never thought that I would die on the Persian Plateau.

What a pity...

It would be nice to have a satellite phone.

Just one...

Rabbani huddled aside, pulling the grenade with shaking hands.

Song Heping looked at this guy worriedly, fearing that he would blow himself to death due to shaking hands before the enemy could reach him.

It's really unlucky to have such a bad teammate.

Song Heping now understands why veterans hate going online with stupid teammates the most.

The incompetence of one general exhausted the three armies.

My teammates are incompetent and kill me...

The blind man next door in my hometown village also said that he would be very successful after he turned 26.

What the hell is Fei Huang?

Now I'm afraid I'm going to ascend to heaven early...

Just as Song Heping was hiding behind a pile of earth and thinking about taking a few unlucky guys with him, he suddenly heard all kinds of screams and shouts coming from all around.

Listening carefully, I heard some new gunshots mixed in with the gunshots.

It was not the sound of gunfire from the G3 automatic rifle originally used by the Persian border police.

It's more like the crisp sound of an M4A1 assault rifle.

Soon, Song Heping heard the cook's voice.

It was the cook shouting through a bullhorn: "Put down your guns! Or I'll kill your commander!"

cook?!
Song Heping's eyes suddenly lit up, flashing with hope.

This guy actually arrived in time! ?

"Did you hear me? Put down your guns! Surrender! Put down your guns if you don't want to die!"

"Cook! Cook!"

Song Heping shouted.

Maybe it was too far away, the cook didn't hear it at first.

Song Heping didn't dare to show his head. He continued to hide behind the mound and shouted, "Cook, I'm here! These guys might be corrupt police! Be careful!"

This time the cook vaguely heard it.

"Don't move! Put your guns down right now! I'll count to three. If you don't put your guns down, you're dead!"

At this time, the cook was holding a trumpet in one hand and a pistol in the other, with the muzzle of the gun pointed at Abel's head.

The entire team rushed over after hearing gunshots.

The cook had brought people here before to pick up Song Heping, and the point of exchange of fire was less than three kilometers away from them.

At first, several people vaguely heard gunshots, and then heard explosions.

How could there be gunshots and explosions here so early in the morning?

Gray Wolf immediately became alert and said it might be Song Heping!
So everyone ran all the way and rushed over.

Fortunately, they arrived in time, otherwise Song Heping would have been dead by now.

"We are from the Border Police Brigade! How dare you kill us here? Don't you want to get out of Persia alive?!"

Although Abel knew that things were going to get bad, he still warned the cook in a timid way, trying to scare them away.

If the opponent relaxes a little, you can find an opportunity to counterattack.

After all, we have more people. They suddenly appeared from behind and attacked us, and then took us hostage.

He didn't know where these people came from.

I don't know where these people come from.

But what is certain is that these people are not US special forces.

The Americans did not have the courage to openly send special forces into Persia.

Apart from the US special forces, the only ones left are mercenaries.

Correct!
It must be a mercenary!
After Abel guessed the cook's identity, he seemed to feel more confident.

Mercenaries dare to kill police officers here?
Don't want to live anymore? !
He thought he could shock the other party, or at least make him afraid, or even willing to negotiate with him.

At worst, I can just let them go and retreat myself.

At least this way he won't expose his identity as a corrupt police officer.

But he never expected that the cook didn't take him seriously at all, and said coldly: "Who are you trying to scare?! Do you know who we are?"

"who are you?"

Abel was also very curious.

"You can't kill American soldiers."

"Of course not! We are mercenaries."

"Mercenaries? You're courting death! Do you know where this is?! Persia!"

"I know. I even know how to read GPS and maps." The cook showed a look of disdain. "Sokka! A few border policemen dared to attack my brother?! You don't even know how to write the word death!"

After saying that, he was too lazy to talk nonsense with Abel and cast his eyes towards the border police who were standing there in the distance, not knowing what to do.

"I'll start counting now, one!"

"two!"

The scene was silent. All the border police looked at their boss Abel, and then at the cook who looked serious and didn't seem to be joking.

At the moment, only four mercenaries can be seen.

Four people?

You dare to go against my squadron?
Or in your own home turf?!
The dissatisfied border police were unwilling to lay down their guns immediately.

But Lieutenant Abel was in their hands again.

Many people looked at the platoon leader of the second platoon.

The second platoon leader summoned his courage and shouted, "Release Lieutenant Abel! If you dare to kill him, you will never get away. We have more than a hundred people here..."

Before he could finish his words, the cook counted to three.

"three!"

bah—

A gunshot was heard in the distance.

The second platoon leader's head exploded, and his body fell straight back to the ground, where he died instantly.

All the border policemen trembled with fear, and when they saw the miserable state of the second platoon leader, they realized that there were snipers ambushing these mercenaries nearby, with their guns aimed at this place.

"If you don't put down your gun, I will kill you all one by one!"

The cook had a bald head and a face full of fat. He looked ferocious and spoke in a cold and brutal manner, like a Russian. It made people feel that this guy did not take human life seriously and would really kill people.

A border policeman slowly squatted down and put down the gun in his hand.

"I surrender!"

The domino effect quickly formed. One domino was released, and another followed.

First it was one, then two, then three...

Finally, everyone put down their guns.

"Everyone, line up here! Come here! Take off all your gear and get down here! Get down right there! If anyone's trying to play tricks on you, don't blame me for being merciless with my gun. You can have a bet. There are four of us, four guns. Let's see who has more bullets or you who have more lives!"

In fact, at this point, the border police have lost the will to resist and their psychological defenses have long collapsed.

They just had a glimmer of hope that these mercenaries wouldn't dare to do anything to them here, and maybe they would withdraw after rescuing the people.

The entire squadron of border police came over and took off their bullet belts and other items and threw them into a pile.

Only then did Song Heping confirm that it was safe and stood up and walked out from behind the mound.

Mist followed.

When passing by Rabbani, Mist couldn't help but kick him in the butt.

Labani already had an injury on his butt, and after being hit by the wind, he let out a strange cry and fell to his knees on the ground.

"coward!"

Mist spat at him and then walked to Song Heping.

"Are you injured?"

He looked at Song Heping's chest, where some blood had seeped out.

Song Heping looked at his shoulder and saw blood stains there too.

"Were you shot too?"

Mist snorted, "I was accidentally bitten by a mosquito."

Song Heping walked slowly towards the cook, opening the top of his robe as he walked, revealing the T-shirt underneath.

It hurt a little when I raised my right hand. It was obvious that the right side of my chest near the collarbone was injured.

"Gray Wolf, come and help me, I'm injured!"

Gray Wolf ran over quickly and saw that the wound was on the chest. He suddenly became nervous and immediately took out the medical kit and used a pair of scissors to cut open Song Heping's clothes.

The wound finally showed.

"fine!"

After seeing the wound clearly, the gray wolf smiled.

He said to Song Heping: "Don't move, just bear with it!"

After saying that, he picked up something with the pliers and pulled it hard.

Song Heping gritted his teeth in pain.

"grass!"

"It was just a fragment of the bullet that got stuck in there. It didn't penetrate or injure the lung."

As Gray Wolf explained, he took out hemostatic powder and a hemostatic patch, sprinkled the powder on the wound and sealed it with the patch.

"Okay, let's go to the hospital and deal with it when we get back."

Song Heping slowly moved his right arm.

Fortunately, although there is still some dull pain, it is not as painful as before.

"The craftsmanship is pretty good."

Gray Wolf chuckled and said, "Of course, I've learned that."

The cook yelled to Gray Wolf, "Gray Wolf, come help! Tie them all up and throw them on the truck!"

Now the border police were lying on the ground obediently, with White Bear and Disaster Star guarding them on the left and right with guns. Gray Wolf went to Abel and his friends' car to get a bunch of restraints. After all, the border police had no shortage of these things.

"Sad! What a tough life!"

He laughed, stared at Song Heping's wound with a gloating look and said, "Finally he's injured?!"

Song Heping said, "Chef, do you want me to die? If you want to be the boss of the company, I'll give it to you. Why are you hoping for my death?"

"No no no!"

The cook waved his hands quickly.

He knew very well that the company's current status depended on Song Heping.

What’s so good about being the boss of a defense company?

Small amounts of money are the most practical.

Being the boss or the legal person means you are the one who takes the blame.

Only idiots argue!
"I really hope you die so I can come and save you?"

"How did you get around here?" Song Heping asked.

"It's a long story. I've been waiting here for a whole day." The cook looked back at the border police officer lying on the ground and asked, "How are they going to deal with this?"

"I suspect they're colluding with the Revolutionary Brigade. What a coincidence! They're blocking me here so early in the morning."

He walked up to Abel and asked, "Do you know anyone from the Revolutionary Brigade?"

Abel said nothing.

Song Heping said, "I'll tell you something. Someone from the Revolutionary Guard's Special Brigade will come pick me up soon. Then a helicopter will take me to the barracks. I'll meet with the brigade's top commander. We'll sit down and have tea together, and then you'll be thrown into a prison with the strictest security. You might be served by a prosecutor, or someone from the Revolutionary Guard's Special Brigade."

He paused before continuing, "How did you get the news of my presence here? This matter will be investigated thoroughly. You can't hide from it. You should know the methods of those people in the Revolutionary Guard. If you tell the truth, I promise to plead for mercy, and perhaps save your life. If you don't tell me, I will have them take good care of you and make you suffer the most painful interrogation methods in the world."

Abel broke out in a cold sweat.

He suddenly realized that he had caused a big disaster and offended someone he shouldn't have offended.

I suddenly understood why these mercenaries dared to kill people here and shoot their own people here.

The Revolutionary Guard Special Brigade is the top-level existence in Persia's armed forces. It is the private armed force of the highest-ranking figure and enjoys privileges.

I fell into their hands...

When Abel thought of this, he felt his eyes go dark and he suddenly lost all desire to live.

"I told you... I told you... Kavasi told me to come here and stop you."

"Who is Kavasi?"

"Captain of the Revolutionary Brigade Commando."

"Oh! Where are they now, then?"

"On the way, almost there."

"Hmm... Not bad, quite honest. How many of them are here?"

"There are more than a thousand people in the plateau area, but I don't know exactly who is involved in searching for you this time."

"very good."

Song Heping stood up and asked the cook, "Did you bring a satellite phone? Let me use it."

The cook gave the satellite phone to Song Heping.

Song Heping called the number of Nasin, the commander in charge of this operation: "Tell Afanti that I want to give him a big gift."

"Song, is that you?" Nasin's voice sounded a little excited. "The chef and the others said they found you. Don't worry, I've already arranged for a helicopter. It will be here soon. I'll be at the scene in about fifteen minutes."

"Notify Avanti immediately and tell him to dispatch the special forces brigade or the nearby regular army to Ahwaz. I want to give him a great gift."

"What kind of gift?"

"Haven't you always been annoyed by the drug smuggling in the plateau? Haven't you always wanted to wipe out the revolutionary brigade?"

"That's right, but they are very cunning. Every time we encircle and attack them and they can't defeat us, they retreat back to Pakistan or Afghanistan. We can't cross the border."

"No need to cross the border, they will come to our door this time."

"real?!"

"Really? Arrange more manpower immediately. We estimate that the enemy has thousands of people."

"No problem! There's a mountain regiment near Ahwaz, I'll transfer them over!"

"Okay, I'll wait for you here. The chef gave you the GPS coordinates, right?"

"Yes, I'll be there soon!"

After hanging up the phone, the cook came over and asked, "Why? You still want to help them fight the bandits? Without charging them any money?"

Song Heping said, "Is it not good to do a favor? Besides, they helped me a lot this time, so I'm doing them a favor. We can use our relationship with Persia in the future."

　It’s the last day, please give me a monthly ticket if you have one, don’t waste it.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)