Mercenary I am the king

Chapter 289: Captured without mercy
Under the bright light, the bulletproof door of the Lincoln was pushed open.

All the guns on both sides of the road were pointed in this direction.

Inside the command center, Simon held his breath.

He hopes to capture Song Heping alive.

That was the result that gave him the greatest pleasure and avenged his previous shame.

The big screen shows the images from the helmet cameras of the on-site action team members.

Song Heping raised his hands and slowly walked out of the car.

Members of the GRS action team rushed forward and pinned Song Heping down.

Simon kept his eyes on the screen.

The expected rush to the checkpoint, resistance, and counterattack did not seem to occur.

Even when Song Heping was pinned down, he remained very calm and did not resist at all.

Everything went so smoothly.

The atmosphere in the command center suddenly became relaxed. Everyone saw Song Heping with his hands tied with restraints, and he was lifted up from the ground by the operatives and escorted to his own vehicle.

Look at those truck drivers, they all hold their heads in their hands and lie on the ground obediently like babies.

CIA agents high-fived.

"Pretty!"

"I can finally get a good night's sleep tonight!"

"Finally caught this damn guy!"

Amidst the cheers, Simon smiled politely, nodded, and said, "This isn't over yet. Get ready for the interrogation. As soon as the person arrives, we'll be busy tonight, so I don't think I'll get much sleep. Stay here and keep watch. Cooperate with the interrogation team tonight to finish this job. Those in the intelligence team, immediately reorganize all the information and make sure there are no omissions. I want to leave this arrogant guy speechless."

What came to his mind at this moment was the scene where Song Heping called a large number of reporters to the scene of the operation and set a trap to make him agree to a reward of 500 million US dollars.

Not long after Song Heping's convoy was intercepted, on the road leading to the port of Umm, Ferrari sat in the car and looked at his watch for the umpteenth time.

It was already eleven o'clock at night.

Song Heping's convoy still did not pass here.

He flicked the cigarette butt out of the car, took out his phone and dialed Major General Peter's number.

"Song, it's so late, is there something urgent?"

"General, I'm not Song, I'm Ferrari."

Tonight, Song Heping's satellite phone was handed over to Ferrari, and he himself took a mobile phone with a new number.

Peter looked very surprised on the other end of the phone.

"Why is Song's phone in your hands?"

He seemed to anticipate that something unusual was happening.

Ferrari said, "General, Boss Song asked me to make this call. Before he left tonight, he told me that if anything happened to him tonight, I would use this number to contact you and inform you of the situation."

"What happened?" Peter's voice sounded a little confused.

Ferrari said, "Well, our boss has been looking for and purchasing SA-9 air defense missile launchers. He found some in the former government army's inventory at the supplies department and bought three. I heard he was going to sell them to Africa, but the day before yesterday he told me he was being targeted and that something might happen. The SA-9 missile launchers were to be delivered tonight, and he had planned to ship them to Umm Port tomorrow, but just as he predicted, something went wrong."

Ferrari did not mention any secret agreement between Peter and Song Heping, which Song Heping had specifically explained.

He did not make any request to Peter, but simply explained that he was doing what Song Heping ordered.

In fact, he was quite worried.

What if Peter pretends not to know and really doesn't care, then what will be the fate of Song Heping?
He couldn't predict this either.

If you want to do dirty work, you must be aware of the rules and follow the rules.

Peter on the other end of the phone seemed silent for a moment, and finally asked, "Did he say who might be targeting him?"

"CIA."

The heavy burden on Ferrari's heart finally fell to the ground.

Because Song Heping told him that once Peter asked who did it, the matter would be a sure thing.

"okay, I get it."

Without waiting for Ferrari to say another word, Peter hung up the phone.

Ferrari sat in the car for a while with the satellite phone in his hand.

He couldn't ask, couldn't press the issue, and couldn't continue to call Peter to find out what was going on.

These are all rules.

Now all he could do was wait.

"What the hell!"

He cursed, put the car in gear, stepped on the accelerator and turned towards Bakda.

Green Zone, inside the CIA office building.

The hood on Song Heping's head was pulled open.

The glaring light made him feel a little dazzled, and he couldn't help but squint his eyes.

Before he could adjust to the light, a GRS member roughly pushed him into a chair.

It was that favorable comment that subconsciously made some resistance.

Unable to hold Song Heping down, the other party simply punched him in the stomach with great force.

These GRS members are all veterans of the special forces, and what they definitely don’t lack is physical strength.

Song Heping felt as if his internal organs had shifted, and he couldn't help but groan and bend over.

"what?"

This surprised the GRS team member standing by.

When I have nothing to do, I practice boxing. I can’t say anything about other people in the team, but when it comes to the power of his fists, he is definitely the most powerful and no one can match him.

The punch just now was delivered with only 70% strength. An ordinary soldier would have been rolled on the ground if hit by that punch.

I didn't expect that the Chinese man in front of me just bent down slightly, which was the biggest humiliation for me.

"Tough guy, huh?"

After saying that, he punched Song Heping in the stomach again.

This time, Song Heping cried out in pain, took two steps back, bent over and leaned against the wall, breathing heavily.

The power is very strong.

Song Heping felt that everything in front of his eyes was dark.

Rapid breathing increases oxygen intake and allows you to quickly escape from extreme pain.

"FUCK!"

The tall and strong GRS player couldn't help but curse.

The other team members around him laughed, as if mocking his powerlessness.

"Max, you didn't have dinner today!?"

"Yo, yo, yo! Max, you usually call yourself Hercules!"

The ridicule made him even more embarrassed. He rushed to Song Heping and raised his fist as big as a clay pot, ready to continue the violence.

If he doesn't knock the Chinese man in front of him to the ground and make him beg for mercy, his face will be lost and he will never be able to pick it up again.

"What!?"

Just as Max's fist was about to fall, Simon's questioning voice came from the door.

"Max, are you going to beat him to death?"

Max retracted his fist, looked back at Simon, then turned to Song Heping and said with gritted teeth: "Boy, you're lucky!"

Song Heping squinted at Max and sneered, "Max..."

"Hmm?" Max responded subconsciously: "What?"

Song Heping raised the corner of his mouth, revealing a smile full of contempt: "You are a woman."

It is the greatest shame for a GRS member to be called a sissy.

Max roared and raised his fist again, but the team members behind him came over and hugged him and dragged him away.

After all, GRS obeys the CIA's orders and is employed by the CIA, so Simon is the boss here.

Soon, Max was dragged away, leaving only two GRS members in the room to guard it, and the rest left the room.

Simon came to sit in front of Song Heping and pointed to the chair in front of him: "Sit down, Song."

Song Heping sat down in the chair confidently and took a few deep breaths to make himself feel less uncomfortable.

Simon stared at him for a long time before saying, "Just cooperate honestly if you don't want to suffer."

Song Heping asked: "How can you be sure that I am the one who suffers, not you?"

Simon was stunned, then suddenly burst into laughter: "Hahahaha, Song, you really know how to pretend. At this point, do you still think someone will come to rescue you like last time?"

He leaned forward, approached Song Heping, stared at him and said, "Tell me, who is it this time? Congressman Nancy again? Or Angel? Or a reporter?"

Song Heping did not answer immediately. His eyes wandered over Simon's face for a moment, and finally fell on his watch: "Simon, would you mind letting me see your watch?"

"surface?"

Simon didn't expect Song Heping to answer him like this, and his eyes subconsciously fell on his watch.

Song Heping said: "Your men searched everything I had on me, even my watch. I wanted to check the time."

Simon was reluctant, but he was curious.

Why does Song Heping need to look at the time?

However, he couldn't resist his curiosity and stretched his hand forward.

Song Heping glanced at the time and murmured, "Twelve forty... almost..."

"idiot!"

Simon suddenly went berserk, grabbed Song Heping's collar, and dragged him towards him, pulling half of Song Heping's body onto the table.

"You think I brought you here tonight just to catch up with you?! And you're even looking at the time!? Who do you think you are?! Do you know what's happening to you right now? Do you understand your situation?!"

After saying that, he pushed Song Heping into the chair and slid more than half a meter away. Then he turned around, took out a stack of photos from the file bag and threw it hard on the table.

"Look at these photos! I also have video footage, including all the audio of your bargaining with Yusuf from the Supply Department, and how you colluded with him to sell highly dangerous military equipment! You're just pretending! Keep pretending! Let me see what explanation you can give me! If you can't explain it clearly, then clean your ass and get ready to eat puffs in Guantanamo Bay!"

　Asking for a monthly ticket!

　　
　
(End of this chapter)