Mercenary I am the king

Chapter 419: The Blue Pill

Chapter 419: The Blue Pill
Harold knocked on the door for a while but heard nothing.

He frowned and looked at the door lock.

In good condition.

Usually at this time, Esther would be waiting for him at home cooking.

Did he go out to buy something?
He thought for a few seconds and finally opened the door.

The living room was dimly lit.

Harold noticed that there was a man sitting on the sofa with a gun in his hand.

"Hi, Captain."

Harold instinctively reached for his gun.

The other party reminded: "Don't move, this is not a smart move."

Harold's hand froze in the air.

Countless thoughts flashed through his mind.

To fight or not to fight.

Who is the other party?

Now, as long as I step back fast enough, maybe I can still take a chance.

but……

Where is Esther?
The person must have been controlled.

But at this point, there was no time to care about her.

Just when Harold was about to make up his mind to bet with Song Heping on whether his movements or the gun were faster, he heard footsteps behind him.

He couldn't help but look back and saw two burly men standing on the stairs behind him. They were obviously Russians. Both of them had guns in their hands, and the muzzles of the guns were pointed at him.

"Damn it! It's really a Russian..."

Even now, he still thinks it was a Russian masterpiece.

"go in!"

White Bear stepped forward, snatched the gun from Harold's waist, and pushed him into the door.

bang——

The door closed behind him.

Harold swallowed and said calmly, "I'm an American."

"I know."

Song Heping motioned for him to sit down.

Harold could only sit opposite Song Heping.

White Bear and Disaster Star came forward and searched him again, this time taking away his phone as well.

"Do you know what the consequences will be if you harm an American citizen?"

Harold continued his psychological warfare.

I have to say that as an American, he does have a certain sense of superiority.

"I know."

Song Heping looked through Harold's wallet.

Finally, he unloaded the magazine from the P226 Navy pistol, played with it in his hand, and said, "An ordinary American, carrying a gun?"

Harold said: "I am a consulate staff member, and this is a special permission for legal gun possession."

Song Heping smiled, put the things aside, and said, "Captain Harold, stop pretending. If you keep pretending, you'll get an Oscar. I've never heard that the Navy SEALs have an acting major."

His words made Harold's face turn pale instantly.

Harold realized that he could no longer pretend because the other party knew everything.

"Are you from Russian intelligence? Which department do you belong to?"

Song Heping didn't answer, but shook his head and said, "Why do you always think we are Russians? Do I look like one?"

Harold stared at Song Heping and suddenly gritted his teeth and said, "You are from the Chinese intelligence department."

Song Heping shook his head.

Harold said, "What information do you want from me?"

Song Heping suddenly sneered: "Captain, your ability to speculate is as bad as your tactical command ability."

After saying that, he stood up and walked to Harold and stared at him.

"Let me tell you, we don't want intelligence, we want your life!"

Suddenly, he winked behind Harold.

White Bear and Disaster Star pounced on Harold like wolves and tigers, each of them pressing him down on the carpet, and then began to wrap plastic film around him.

Harold wanted to shout, but Song Heping stuffed a piece of cloth into his mouth.

Harold tried to struggle.

But he soon discovered in despair that the strength of the two people behind him was simply amazing.

As a rigorously trained Navy SEAL, being pinned down by those two men felt like being pressed down by two iron towers, with no room for resistance at all.

Soon, Harold's hands and feet were tightly wrapped in plastic film.

He tried to struggle for a bit, and then realized that the plastic wrap wrapped around him was actually the common plastic wrap used in the kitchen.

Although these plastic wraps are very thin, after being wrapped in multiple layers, they are tougher than straps.

"Um-"

He twisted his body desperately and his face turned red.

Song Heping reached out and pulled the cloth out of his mouth.

"If you have any last words, tell them now."

Harold suddenly burst into laughter. "I know who you are now. You are the mysterious group I met in the jungles of Old Burma a few days ago. But do you know the consequences of your actions?"

Now he had a rough idea of the origins of these people in front of him.

The yellow-faced man in front of me is obviously not a Russian.

But the last two are big Russians.

Then there is only one possibility.

These people are mercenaries.

If the other party is a mercenary, I would not be so afraid.

Because Russian agents will show no mercy.

But if they are mercenaries, it is rare to find anyone on this blue planet who dares to go against the CIA or the military.

"Of course I know the consequences. Your people will investigate this matter."

Song Heping's right hand was rummaging in his pocket, as if he was taking something out.

"More than that," Harold said. "If I die here, even the police here will be under tremendous pressure. They will investigate at all costs. Do you think you can just stay out of it?"

Song Heping took his hand out of his pocket and found a paper box.

"Do you know what this is?"

He waved the medicine box in front of Harold.

Harold exclaimed in shock, "Poison!? It's useless... As long as I die from poisoning, you will still be hunted down."

Song Heping said, "That's not necessarily true. The box clearly states that it's sildenafil citrate tablets, which is correct. However, it's a little special. There's something strange added to it. To be precise, it's not a poison, but an ingredient that can cause death from a tachycardia, and it's very difficult to detect."

His eyes fell on Harold's hand: "Do you know why I'm pestering you with this thing?"

Harold's mind buzzed.

Only then did he understand.

Wrapping your hands and feet with this plastic wrap is to prevent yourself from getting any scars when you resist and struggle.

Song Heping continued, "Here are two small pills, one for you and one for Esther. They have the same effect. Tomorrow, maybe your consulate staff will find out you haven't returned. They can't get through to you on the phone, and then when they're sure you're not feeling well, they'll ask your team members. Your team members know your secret, so they'll come here to find you. They'll find you and Esther lying in bed together, and you've been dead for more than ten hours. This medicine has another advantage. It really contains sildenafil citrate, which means you'll actually get an erection and maintain it for a long time... Do you understand what I mean?"

Listening to Song Heping's detailed deduction, Harold's face became paler and paler, like a dead man.

If the drug could really cause death from myocardial infarction as the person in front of me said, then it would be difficult for the forensic doctor to detect it when he came to examine it. Then, he and Esther would be considered to have died of a stroke...

When he thought of this, he felt worse than death.

For a Navy SEAL to die in such a humiliating way would be worse than being shot in the head on the battlefield.

"The CIA and the military won't believe us dying this way. They'll investigate!"

"Yeah!" Song Heping said as he tore open the tinfoil. "You're right, they will indeed be suspicious, but what can they do? All the surveillance in this area has been destroyed by our people in advance, and the newspapers and TV the day after tomorrow will be full of bizarre scenes and speculations about your two deaths. Do you think your CIA and the military will publicly question the Siamese police's speculation? No. They will treat it as if you really died of the flu and secretly investigate behind your back, but what does it matter? As long as this matter doesn't become a big deal, there will be no pressure or consequences."

After saying that, he grabbed Harold's jaw with one hand and squeezed it hard.

Harold couldn't help but open his mouth.

Song Heping threw the small blue pill into his mouth, then took the red wine handed to him by White Bear and stuffed it directly into Harold's stomach.

"Red wine and Viagra, happy as a god."

After saying that, Song Heping returned to the sofa and quietly watched Harold retching on the ground but unable to vomit anything.

"Give this to that woman."

Song Heping threw the last pill to the disaster star.

"Be clean and leave no traces."

"Don't worry." Disaster Star shook his hands: "I'm wearing gloves."

Ten minutes later, Harold's face was no longer pale, but was turning redder.

As red as the sunset in the sky, and a little like a drunkard.

His eyes began to become blurred and distracted, and his chest began to heave violently.

White Bear's eyes fell on his crotch at this time. Harold's key part was like a parasol.

"Boss, this medicine works!"

Song Heping said, "Do you want to eat?"