Mercenary I am the king

Chapter 288 Finally here
Nine o'clock in the evening, at the airstrip outside Fallujah.

In order tonight's hoisting, Yousufu made sufficient preparations and moved a generator and some outdoor lighting equipment here during the day.

The fleet responsible for lifting and transportation is three container trucks and a crane dispatched from the "Musician" defense transport fleet.

The SA-9 air defense missile launch system weighs only about 8 tons and is not difficult to install.

Song Heping stood not far away without saying a word, watching the driver load the last launch vehicle into the container, then raised his hand to check his watch and looked around.

He could almost conclude that someone in the darkness around him was staring at him with cameras and high-magnification reconnaissance equipment, and probably could even see the sweat on his face.

"Song, everything is ready."

When the last container was closed, Yusuf came over and asked, "Your ship doesn't arrive until tomorrow night. Please transport the boxes to Umm Port tonight. The brothers there will help you with the relevant procedures, and it will be loaded onto the ship before dawn the day after tomorrow."

"Okay." Song Heping patted Yusuf's shoulder and said, "Thank you for your hard work. I will pay the balance after the car is on the ship."

Because they had only given a down payment of US$90 and the balance of US$60 was still due, Song Heping mentioned it in passing.

When he said this, he glanced in a certain direction intentionally or unintentionally.

He believed that with the CIA's surveillance capabilities, even his own conversation was probably recorded at this time.

"Don't worry, don't worry, don't you trust me?"

The flesh on Yusuf's fat face was squeezed together, and his smile looked like a chrysanthemum.

"Human relations are human relations," Song Heping said, "and business is business. This is my principle."

After that, he waved to the driver and said, "Let's go!"

At the same place in the distance, the two-person CIA surveillance team sent a message to the substation operations command room.

"Robin calling Raven, the target has picked up the cargo and is leaving the airport."

"Big Crow, received. After the target evacuates, follow carefully. The drone is on the way. Don't follow too close to avoid being discovered."

"receive."

The two-person team was already familiar with the route.

They had been monitoring Song Heping for a whole week and were already getting a little impatient.

After all, in the eyes of the two, the evidence that Song Heping colluded with interim government officials to smuggle and sell arms is already solid, and the recordings, photos and video footage of these days are enough to convict Song Heping more than ten times.

They didn't understand why the webmaster Simon had become so cautious. He could have closed the net three days ago, so why wait until now?
As usual, after Song Heping's convoy left the airstrip, the surveillance team immediately followed in the Nissan.

In the co-pilot seat, one of the agents turned on the military PAD and obtained the drone's footage through the data link.

From the drone's bird's-eye view, the target convoy was nowhere to be found, heading south along the highway.

Usually, Song Heping would go directly back to Baghdad after leaving the simple airport, enter the Green Zone and return to his company. Tonight, his route finally changed and he headed south.

To the south is an important port. The two agents exchanged glances and both smiled smugly.

The agent in the co-pilot seat immediately reported the convoy's trajectory to station chief Simon via the radio.

In the CIA Irigo branch office building in the Green Zone, Simon received the latest developments. He turned around and walked to the big screen, watching the trajectory of the convoy. After thinking for a moment, he walked to the radio and picked up the headphones and put them on.

"Crow calling Team B."

Soon, a reply came from the radio.

"Team B heard, Big Crow, please speak."

"How's the situation at the airstrip?"

"They are packing up their things and look like they want to leave."

Simon hesitated for less than two seconds before issuing an order to Team B.

"Close the net, don't let any of them escape."

"Understood, the action will begin immediately."

After the two ended their conversation, GRS operatives wearing camouflage uniforms and night vision goggles squatted on the ground in the bushes near the makeshift airport.

Under the moonlight, the leader pressed the call button and announced into the tactical channel, "The helicopter has taken off and will arrive in three minutes. Upon arrival, the operation will begin. All teams must immediately assume optimal attack positions. Remember, try to capture them alive."

"Group 1 understands."

"Group 2 understands."

"Group 3 understands."

The team leader quickly received a response. He ended the call, turned around and made some tactical gestures to several team members behind him. Then he slowly stood up, crouched down, and began to approach the simple airport stealthily with the help of the weeds.

When we were about a hundred meters away from the makeshift airport, we heard the dull sound of propellers breaking through the air.

The high-intensity light under the nose of the plane turned on, illuminating the ground brightly.

Yusuf had already walked to his car and was about to get in and leave.

His work is done.

The SA-9 missiles had been delivered, and all he had to do now was go back home and keep an eye on his account to see when the $60 would arrive in his offshore account.

He was startled when the strong light shone on him, and he squatted on the ground subconsciously.

In mid-air, the helicopter turned on the tweeter.

"We are the CIA operations team. You are surrounded. Immediately drop your weapons and surrender, or we will use force against you!"

The warning was quite harsh.

If you don't obey, you will die.

In fact, Song Heping concealed from Yusuf the information that he knew the CIA was going to take action on the transaction.

Ultimately, it's not that he doesn't trust Yusuf, but that he thinks Yusuf doesn't have the courage to remain calm after knowing the truth.

If he showed any unusual expression or behavior after learning the news, the old foxes in the CIA would definitely notice.

Therefore, only he and Ferrari know the truth behind the whole thing.

But not telling Yusuf also carries risks.

The risk is that Yusuf might be killed.

He was not worried about Yusuf being caught.

Because there is a plan to deal with this matter, even if I am caught, the CIA can't do anything to me.

Sometimes choices are always difficult.

All consequences can only be left to God.

Yusuf, who had already crouched down, crawled behind the hood of the SUV like a frightened boar.

In fact, everything is redundant.

Three attack groups have surrounded the airstrip from three different directions. GRS helicopters are in the air.

Can't run away at all.

"We are the CIA operations team. You are surrounded. Immediately drop your weapons and surrender, or we will use force against you!"

In the helicopter, the pilot was still repeating the same message. The sniper was already sitting beside the helicopter cabin, with the muzzle of the gun pointed at the ground, locking onto an armed airport guard.

"I surrender! I surrender!"

In the end, it was Yusuf's cowardice that saved him.

When the helicopter tried to persuade him to surrender for the second time, he walked out with his hands raised and yelled to the guards around him: "Put down your guns! Put down your guns! Hurry! Otherwise we will all die."

After saying that, he fell to his knees and lay down with his head in his hands as quickly as possible.

Seeing that Yusuf had laid down in surrender, the guards seemed to have no need to resist.

Aren’t you just a pawn?
What a desperate effort!
The airport guards walked to the open space, put their guns on the ground, then stepped aside and lay down, doing the same thing as Yusuf.

The leader of Team B was very satisfied with the performance of these guys. With a wave of his hand, each group entered the airport from different directions.

On the south-facing highway, Song Heping's Lincoln armored car began to accelerate and soon left the three trucks behind it a full two kilometers away.

"The target is accelerating, he's left the convoy behind!"

Inside the CIA headquarters, the agent in charge of aerial observation was the first to issue an early warning.

"SIR, he seems to be trying to escape! Has he discovered us?!"

Simon shouted, "Switch the tracking image to the big screen."

The picture was quickly projected onto the big screen.

Simon stared at Song Heping's Lincoln armored car for a while and said, "Keep an eye on him. If he changes his route and flees somewhere else, immediately order Team A to send someone to intercept him!"

Five minutes later, Song Heping's bulletproof Lincoln suddenly stopped when passing a culvert.

He turned to the two engineers in the back seat and said, "Mohammed, Haziz, get out of the car immediately and wait here for ten minutes before leaving the culvert. Don't go home tonight. Find a secluded place and hide away. Wait for my call!"

Mohammed and Haziz were bewildered.

They had no idea what Song Heping was talking about.

According to the original plan, the two were to follow Song Heping to the Port of Umm, where they would guide the lifting of containers to the yard and then lift them onto the ship after the cargo ship arrived at the port tomorrow night.

How……

"boss……"

"quick!"

Song Heping didn't have time to explain, and he didn't have time to explain: "Get out of the car!"

After saying that, he pulled out his pistol and pointed it at Mohammed.

This time the two of them were extremely fast. They got out of the car and ran to the side of the road in less than two seconds.

Song Heping didn't waste any words and glanced at the rearview mirror. At this time, the convoy of trucks had caught up and their lights could be vaguely seen.

Song Heping stepped on the accelerator and continued along the road.

"His speed seems to be back to normal..."

A few minutes later, the CIA agent at headquarters looked at the Lincoln SUV, which had returned to normal speed and reunited with the truck convoy, and asked in confusion, "Maybe he wasn't paying attention and stepped on the accelerator too hard?"

Simon stood aside, also confused.

Nothing seems to have changed.

Everything seems normal.

Maybe……

It was really Song Heping who accidentally stepped on the accelerator too much and drove faster...

"They're still five kilometers away from Team A's ambush!"

The agent checked the map, looked at the trajectory and Song Heping's current location, and reported the information to Simon.

Simon woke up from his previous thoughts, he quickly picked up the walkie-talkie and started calling Team A who was responsible for capturing Song Heping.

"Big Raven calling Team A, the target convoy is five kilometers away and is entering your ambush circle."

"Team A, we've set up an ambush. They can't escape our grasp."

"He drives a bulletproof Lincoln, be careful."

"No problem, everything is ready."

As soon as the two men finished their call, the sentry stationed ahead immediately sent a warning over the channel: "Boss, the convoy has appeared."

"Brothers, cheer up! All teams, immediately enter combat mode. Interception team, are you ready?"

"Be prepared. He won't be able to get through with any car."

Just about three kilometers ahead of Song Heping, on a narrow section of road, a large heavy-duty truck was parked across the middle of the road, blocking the entire road.

This was a trap designed specifically for Song Heping.

Even a bulletproof Lincoln would be unable to escape on a road with hills on both sides and trucks blocking the middle.

In the Lincoln SUV, Song Heping calmly looked at the road in the distance. Soon, the headlights shone on a truck lying across the middle of the road.

He slowly stepped on the brakes, causing the entire convoy to slow down along with him.

Finally, the convoy stopped about fifty meters away from the truck.

At this moment, several fluorescent sticks were thrown from the hillsides on both sides and landed next to Song Heping's car.

Song Heping watched all this calmly, sitting in the driver's seat. He then picked up the intercom and instructed the drivers behind him: "Attention, drivers of all cars, we have been intercepted. Do not resist or retaliate. Stay in your seats and cooperate with the other party. Understand?"

The drivers of the trucks behind were all confused and couldn't help looking around, but they still replied to Song Heping hesitantly: "I understand, boss..."

"Okay, boss..."

Sure enough, more than a dozen figures appeared on the hillsides on both sides, all holding automatic weapons and wearing night vision goggles on their helmets.

A helicopter suddenly appeared in the air above the road from the other side of the hillside like a leaping fish.

With a flash, the searchlight turned on and the ground was bright as snow.

"We are the CIA operations team. You are surrounded. Immediately drop your weapons, get out of the car, and lie down with your head in your hands! Do not resist, or we will use force..."

　Asking for a monthly ticket!

　　
　
(End of this chapter)